Gloyd

Thanks to everyone for the positive reviews! Here's our next chapter – everyone's favourite pumpkin prankster!

Gloyd walked into the garage, which, for once, was deathly quiet. Curious, he peeked into the other's stalls. All their karts were left there, no one was anywhere to be seen.

Gloyd grinned. Then his grin widened. It got bigger and bigger as his mind whirred, and his eyes glowed with a strange orange light.

He snapped his fingers, and fifteen pumpkin spice bombs appeared, floating round his head.

"Nice... But I think we need something a little different. You know, more variety." He said. Five of the bombs morphed into whoopee cushions. Gloyd chuckled. "Back to basics, eh? Well, a little simplicity never hurt anyone. But..." He snapped his fingers again, and suddenly four of the bombs became cans of silly string.

"Perfect."

The next day, when the quarter alert sounded, sixteen racers climbed into their karts.

Five blushed brightly at the flatulent noise as they sat.

Four pressed on their pedals, and were attacked by silly string.

And six heard a crunching noise as they drove off, and were blinded by pumpkin scented smoke.

And one nearly split his sides laughing.

At the end of the race, the three other racers came up to Gloyd.

"Gloyd..." Asked Taffyta, stretching her arm to grab his collar and pulling him back. "Do you happen to know anything about the whoopee cushion in my kart?"

Gloyd shook his head, pressing his lips together, trying to stop himself from smiling. "Nope."

"Oh really?" Asked Citrusella, electricity beginning to crackle in her hands. "So I suppose you know nothing about the silly string in MY kart? Seems like a speciality of yours, no?"

Gloyd tensed, watching her hands crackle. "Noooooooo."

"Uh huh." Said Minty, looking unimpressed. "And then I'm SURE you know NOTHING about the pumpkin smoke bomb in my kart, do you? They're DEFINITELY not your favourite prank, are they?"

Gloyd gulped as she glared at him. "Well, I may know something about that one - but what are you going to do about it?" He cackled, as he snapped his fingers and three snap traps appear. They grew rapidly, and seemed to develop a mind of their own, growling and snarling like...

The three girls' eyes widened.

Like dogs.

Taffyta screamed as the first dog came towards her, then stretched her feet into wheels and zoomed away.

Before the second dog could snap at Citrusella, the blueberry girl made a lasso out of lightning and threw it at the nearest light post. The electricity grabbed her and pulled her out of harm's way.

Finally, the last dog, and its owner, turned to glare at Minty. The girl glared back as she began to float into the air. When the snap trap tried to grab her, she zoomed away, shouting "This isn't over Gloyd!"

"Maybe not!" Laughed the pumpkin boy.

"But I've got plenty more spice up my sleeve!"

Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it!

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This is Sticky (a.k.a Miss Wipplesnit) signing out for the night! Good night!