Mischief Managed
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Lawn Care
"Sam, off the grass! I just took care of it!"
Seven year old Sam rolled his eyes, but obediently moved off the grass. He moved over to where Aunt Fixit and Miles were lounging in the shade, munching on macaroni salad as they watched his parents work on their garden.
"My parents are so weird…" he muttered as he plopped down next to the albino. "It's just grass, it's supposed to be walked on…"
Miles snickered, kicking his legs in the air as he lay on his front. "I think Uncle Ron loves his grass more than Aunt Judy…oh, my beautiful grass, I love you so!" he mocked, making Sam laugh and Fixit snicker.
"It's his…precious…" the albino imitated Gollum. The boys laughed, since the cybertronian had been reading them the Hobbit for the past couple of weeks.
Sam idly stabbed his fork into the ground, catching her interest. "Does that make you Smaug?" he asked Fixit innocently. "You are evil enough…"
She paused in her plotting, staring at him…and then burst out into semi-hysterical laughter. "…you…think…dragon…me…Majesty! Yes!"
The boys looked at each other and simultaneously decided to ignore the weirdo laughing her aft off between them.
"So I had the most awesome idea for a prank during class yesterday…" Miles scooted over to Sam to begin plotting as Fixit continued to laugh.
"Dragon!"
"Off my lawn, woman!"
"Bite me, Witwicky!"
"FIXIT, OFF THE LAWN! RON, NO YELLING!"
"Yes ma'am…"
"So, boys…" Fixit began as she pulled away from the dojo the boys were learning aikido at.
Their attention immediately turned to her as they paused in plotting their revenge on a bully at school.
The albino grinned wolfishly. "How'd you like to mess with Ron's precious?"
Pedestrians walking along the road all turned to stare warily at the sleek silver car as mad cackling drifted out of its open windows.
"First, to the craft store! High-ho, to Jo-Ann's we go!"
"Forward on the foe!"
"Whoo! This is gonna rule!"
"Got it?"
"Yup! What's next?"
"Um…right! To Home Depot we go!"
"Yeah!"
"Mom?"
"Yeah?"
"You have the most awesome car ever."
"How is it even fitting all this stuff?"
"Because Sammy, my car, like me, is ninja-awesome."
"…okay, yeah, that's true."
"Best. Mom. Ever."
"…what are we doing?"
"If we're going to do this, we have to be properly dressed…"
"Auntie?"
"Yeah?"
"You rule."
"I know."
Midnight came, and with it, three black-clad ninjas darting about the Witwicky's yard, conversing in hurried whispers.
"So awesome-!"
"Shh!"
"Right, that's everything, let's flee the scene of the crime!"
"Flee!"
"Whoo!"
"Shhhh!"
Ron raised his morning cup of coffee to his lips as he went to fetch the paper…and promptly spat it out at the sight of his poor lawn.
"FIXIT!" he howled in rage as he beheld the state of his precious.
Lawn flamingos of every color, both sparkly and non, were all over the yard, as well as obnoxiously colored gazing balls and lawn gnomes. The grass itself had been spray-painted shimmering pink- what little of it could be seen through the multitude of rainbow-colored forks planted in nearly every square meter of the yard.
All in all, it looked like the gods of lawn ornaments and rainbows had thrown up on it.
In the house across the street (which Fixit had bought solely so she didn't have to drive an hour each day if she wanted to visit the Witwickys) the three ninjas high-fived each other in triumph. Victory was theirs!
A/N: Thanks to HeartsGuardianSol for the idea!
