Disclaimer: Don't own it...wish I did...if it did I'd be the one driving the DeLorean.

Authors Notes: This story revolves mostly around Jules and Verne, because they're under used and generally under estimated. I thought it quant to have them seen more.

One Day of Mischief

Chapter 1

8: 52 a.m.

Nov, 17, 2004

The sun was barely seen through nineteen year old Verne Browns window. He slowly turned over trying to ignore the sunlight protruding through the shutters cracks.

He had to admit. The cold air in his room was making it greatly hard to sleep. Just as he pulled on some clothing, throwing them into a wicker basket in the corner.

He heard the indoor shower begin to pump from its underground well. He smiled evilly as he picked up his mobile video camera from a trip his father took them on last March for spring break. The year 2010.

He walked out of his room and into the kitchen.

"Morning mom," He gently kissed his mothers cheek and smiled at his father. "Morning dad." He waved to them and began to walk down the hall. "I'll be back in a second for breakfast just have to visit the bathroom." Verne called. Clara tried to call back to him that his brother was using it. Verne of course didn't listen. He had other plans.

Jules had a habit of singing in the shower. Since this was his last day before going to college. Verne wanted a bit of a memory that was hugely funny.

Also some blackmail material to show Jules girlfriends if he were to find any in New York where he was going to become a NASA technician in the year 2009.

Walking into the hall and passed Jules room. In perfect order as usual. Verne positioned the camera level with his head and grabbed the knob. The sound of sour notes could be heard to the tune of MC hammers 'can't touch this' something Jules never really sung. Or so everyone thought.

Verne twisted the knob and through open the door and.. . Gasped.. . He felt the cool spray of water on his face. His brother had figured out his game and had hooked up the hose to the bathtub fosset.

"Gotcha Vern." Verne tried to run away from the cold spray but the floor was wet and he slipped and fell.

The scream brought the attention of both parents. Clara of course seeing her baby on the floor. Even though he was more then a baby now.

"Jules why did you do that to your brother? He just wanted to go to the bathroom." Clara scolded.

"But mom.. . Was trying to video tape me while singing in the shower." Jules retorted and glared at his youngest sibling.

"Okay that's enough out of the both of you. March yourselves into that kitchen and eat. Verne.. . You had better get some dry cloths on first." Emmett said as he walked into the kitchen. Clara gave a stern motherly angered look at her two sons.

"I thought you two would act like adults by now." She sighed and began to fill everyone's plates with eggs, bacon, and hash browns.