Mello was bored. He let Matt know it.

Matt gave Mello fifty dollars. Mello went shopping.

"MATT!!" Mello called, dragging a lawn bag full of…something lumpy & pointy.

"What?"

"Come on!" Mello dragged Matt & the bag outside.

"What's in the bag?" Matt made the mistake of asking.

Mello reached into the bag & pulled out a pink plastic flamingo.

"Plastic flamingoes?"

"Yep!"

"You spent fifty dollars on a bag full of plastic flamingoes?"

Mello nodded, taking a bite out of a chocolate bar. Matt took the flamingo from Mello & hit him in the head with it.

"What are you going to do with a bag of flamingoes?"

"We are going to flamingo someone's yard."

"Flamingo someone's yard?"

Mello nodded, stuffing the bag of flamingoes in the trunk of Roger's car.

Late that night, Matt was woken up by Mello.

"Matt! Matt! MATT!"

Matt jumped up & smacked his head on the lamp Mello was shining in his face.

"WHAT THE HELL, MELLO!?"

"Come o-on!" Mello whined. Mello was hyper, which was unusual for the chocoholic.

"Where are we going?" Matt asked, as Mello dragged him to Roger's car.

"To flamingo someone's yard!"

Matt sighed. Mello drove them across town. He parked the car in front of a large house with a small yard. He popped the trunk & started setting up flamingoes.

"Matt! Help me!" Mello whispered.

Matt started setting up flamingoes.

As they left Matt saw a sign Mello had put up.

It read: You've Been Flamingo'd!

Matt groaned.

About three weeks later, there was a flock of about fifty pink plastic flamingoes on the lawn.

A sign read:

You've Been Flamingo'd!