In the depths of Castle Bleck, two young minions were sneaking in the shadows. The boy, dressed in jester attire, floated ahead of the pigtailed girl, who carried a pink whoopee cushion.
"Hurry up, Mimi!" the jester hissed. "They're about to start! I can smell the casserole!"
"Oh, shut up, Dimentio!" Mimi hissed back. "At least you can fly!"
"Ahaha. Well, too bad for you!" Dimentio disappeared in thin air.
"HEY!" Mimi screeched. Cursing under her breath, she quickened her pace.
Dimentio was waiting at the edge of the hallway. He hid behind a pillar. When Mimi neared closer, he beckoned for her to come.
The two pranksters peered out at their victims. They were in the dining hall of Castle Bleck. The Count sat at the end of the table, O'Chunks was just arriving, and Nastasia stood next to Bleck, holding a steaming casserole.
"Why, that looks…nice, Nastasia," Bleck remarked.
Nastasia, without smiling, said, "Thank you, Count."
"Here!" Mimi handed Dimentio the whoopee cushion. With a flash, he appeared at O'Chunks' seat, invisible, and hastily placed the whoopee cushion under the chair cushion. Then he teleported back to his hiding place next to Mimi.
"Ohh, this is gonna be good!" Mimi snickered.
"By the way, where are Mimi and Dimentio, wondered Count Bleck?"
"I dunno," Nastasia answered. "But they'd better get their butts down here or else I'll have to reprimand them."
O'Chunks pulled the chair out. "Mm, smells yum!" he grunted.
Mimi and Dimentio held their breath.
As O'Chunks plopped down in his chair, a great, flatulent noise ripped through the air. It was the loudest, rudest sound anybody had ever heard.
Count Bleck dropped his fork.
"O'CHUNKS!" Nastasia snapped.
"Hee-hee-hee!" Dimentio and Mimi collapsed, laughing.
O'Chunks leaped up from his chair. "GRAH-GOOGLY!" he bellowed. The great, bearded oaf stumbled backward, crashing into the pillar.
The pillar, overcome by O'Chunks' weight, collapsed, as did O'Chunks himself. Dimentio screamed and disappeared.
As for Mimi, however, that was a different story. The last thing she saw before she was squished was O'Chunks' enormous behind.
"NYAAAAH!" Mimi shrieked. O'Chunks landed on top of the poor girl.
"Ur…urk…get…off…of…me," Mimi groaned.
O'Chunks stood up. "Great Grambi! I'm sorry, Mimi!"
Dimentio, who had been watching the scene unfold, was in hysterics. He lay on the ground, dissolving in laughter. "Ahahaha! Oh, that's too much! That's hilarious! Ahahahahahahahaha!"
"Not funny!" Mimi snarled, dusting herself off.
Suddenly, O'Chunks' face lit up as if he had made some life-changing revelation. "'EY!" he hollered. "Did yeh two pull somethin' on me?"
"Oh, lighten up, O'Chunks!" Dimentio giggled. "It was all a mere prank!"
"Yeah, that kinda backfired on me," Mimi grumbled.
Count Bleck furiously tapped his scepter on the table. "That's enough!" he commanded. "Bleh…you three have disrupted our dinner time. For that you will clean up the bathrooms immediately after we are done eating."
"But…tha' wasn't me, Count!" O'Chunks protested. "See?" He yanked the whoopee cushion from the chair.
"Hoo boy…" Mimi muttered. She and Dimentio quietly slunk out of the dining hall. Once they were outside they broke into a run.
"This was all your idea!" Mimi howled.
"Oh, come on, Mimi! It isn't as if you didn't enjoy it!"
"REALLY?" Try being me! I got to see the inside of O'Chunks' buttcrack!"
At this Dimentio burst out laughing again.
"SHUT UP!" Mimi jerked her head to the side. Her neck bones began cracking.
"Alright, alright!" Dimentio gasped. "I'll admit it was mostly my fault. Please, dear Grambi, do NOT turn into that…thing!"
"I thought so," Mimi grumbled.
The whoopee cushion was thrown away by O'Chunks. As for our two pranksters, well, they learned a valuable lesson: Never pull a trick on someone with a large rear.