The sun shone brightly, and the sea was calm. The palm trees swayed in the breeze. Everything, it seemed, was quiet.
Then, there was an unnaturally loud shout of:
"GORDON TRACY! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
Gordon came running out of the house, and went running towards the cliffs, where he proceeded to go to his secret cave, preserved especially for times like this.
His brother, Alan, came running out after him, but he was covered from head-to-toe in green slime. Yep, you heard right, green slime.
This green slime was made by 'borrowing' some stuff from brains, and Gordon, who could be evilly clever and imaginative when thinking up pranks and putting them into action, had chosen his youngest brother as his victim this time, also making sure that the colour would last for no less than 24 hours, and chose the day when his brother Alan had a big race at Parola Sands. Yep. Perfect. He had put it in his shower filter, perfectly hidden too.
Nothing would wash it off either, he had made sure of that. He grinned evilly to himself. He had better spend the whole day in here, just to be sure.
Alan looked all around for him, puffing and panting, and sat down on the beach with an expression that could only be described as despair.
"Son?" His father called.
Oh great thought Alan what's dad going to say if he sees me like this?
"Yes, Father?" He called back.
"You'd better be leaving for that race soon, it starts in two hours."
"Yes, Father."
He resolved that his only chance would be to cover up as much a possible, and keep a low profile. Suddenly, he grinned to himself. He'd just had a great idea...
Later in the day, Gordon decided that it was safe enough to go inside, after all, Alan was in Australia, and he doubted that anyone else in his family knew, if Alan's pride was anything to go by.
As he walked casually into the lounge, he saw that everyone was gathered around the television set, and the sports news had just come on. "and here, folks, we have the winner of the Parola Sands motorcar race, Alan Tracy!" the announcer said,
Haha! Gotcha now, Alan! Gordon thought with glee.
Alan appeared on the screen, holding a trophy.
Gordon gaped. Where was the green? The slime? The embarrassed look on Alan's face? In fact the only thing different about him was that he seemed a lot more tanned than he had been earlier on in the day... That was it! He realised, with an inward groan, that Alan had used Tin Tin's fake tan! "So Mr Tracy, how do you feel about winning today's race?" the reporter asked. "Oh, delighted!" Alan replied, "When I get home, I'm going to tell my family all about it. Especially one brother." Alan said with a malicious look in his eyes.
Gordon gulped. Perhaps he should spend a little longer in his secret cave. Or possibly a lot longer.