Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 clues series or anything in it.
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I stared at the three big scoops of vanilla ice cream in the bowl in front of my brother. He took a ton of sprinkles and poured it on top. He added a swirl of whipped cream and carefully put a cherry on top. He licked his lips.
"Mmmm. Perfect." He said. It did look delicious. It almost made me drool. "Oops!" He said before taking a bite. "Almost forgot!" He took a bottle with some kind of substance inside and opened it.
I groaned. That bottle was no other then my brother's "secret" ingredient. To tell the truth, it's DISGUSTING! It was a mixture of chocolate and caramel syrup, ketchup, mustard, and mayo. I'm sorry, but if you're as disgusting as my doofus brother, then I feel very sorry for you.
He poured the slimy mixture onto his ice-cream. I groaned again. "It's ok; I know you're jealous of me." He said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and ate my own ice-ream. It was much neater then my brother's. He took a bite into his own. His hand was twitching. "Um...Do you need to use the bathroom?" I asked. He shook his head.
He started vibrating. "How much sprinkle's did you put?" I asked him, nervously. He started shaking more and more like an earthquake. I covered my ears. I knew exactly what was going to happen.
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"WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!" My brother jumped and started running around the room like crazy. He crashed into pots and pans and other stuff you can find in the kitchen.
"WOOOHOO!" He ran out of the kitchen and into the living room. He jumped over the couches knocking down pillows. I ran to the living room and put the pillows back neatly. "Come back Dylan!" I shouted after him.
"I'm home…!" My dad came from the front door. Me and Dylan stopped in our tracks. He stared at the mess Dylan made. His face had a confused expression first but then it turned into a smile. Pretty soon he burst out laughing. "HAHAHAAAAHA!"