Author's note: I forgot to mention in the first place that in future chapters, there will be tricks from the console version (the one for NGC and Xbox) and some made-up ones. However, some of them are moved and organized to different episodes (or levels, or whatever you want to call them). That's just how we planned the tricks to be written into our fanfic. Oh, and the cover is now switched since SailorRaybloomDZ drew a better complete version of it.

Woody was standing in front of Rottweiler's house. The ugly-looking house was in need of improvements really badly. It also looked somewhat like a haunted house which did not make things better, especially when Woody knew very well exactly who lived in there. He slowly opened the main door (which was not locked) and walked inside. He felt really uncomfortable as he entered the house of his enemy who not only stinks, but was also way stronger and bigger than him.

'I don't know what should I do. What can Rottweiler do at this moment? What if he sees me?' he thought to himself, slowly taking each step and looking around carefully.

He heard the sound of TV coming from a door. He peeked through the keyhole and he saw him - the big couch potato! Luckily, he was sleeping as Woody could tell by his snoring that was so loud that even windows would shatter.

'Oh thank goodness, he's asleep! I bet he won't wake up that easily as long as I don't enter the room. I might just look around the house without any worry.'

He was planning to use his whoopie cushion for the prank. It was just not right time to do that. So he opened another door that was next to what he assumed was door to living room. It looked like he just entered the bathroom, easily being told by the washbasin, bathtub and of course the toilet. While looking around he noticed some kind of picture on the window placed above the toilet. He quickly looked away the second he realized what that is.

'Disgusting! I can't believe I live next to a pervert!'

With red face, the young man tried to forget what he saw and checked the medicine cabinet above the washbasin. In there he found a superglue.

'Hm, maybe if I could use this for some door handle. Or I'll save it for later, I believe I still have time to look around a bit further.'

Leaving the bathroom he tried one more door that was at the end of the hall - the door to the kitchen. Again, the typical fridge, kitchen sink and microwave could not speak of other type of room. There was just one thing that was out of place. Some binoculars were standing on the window.

Curious Woody came to the window carefully so no one could see him from the outside. That would be a disaster if someone like Shelly saw him in Rottweiler's house. From the window he could see a rather nice view of nature.

'Huh, something is fishy about this choice of sight and binoculars...' he thought to himself.

But then he realized that besides nature there is also the house of Olga that could be seen. Woody almost never talked to this neighbour as she looked too provocative to him by having giant breasts and perfect shape of body. At that moment, he noticed her in the window preparing to take a shower. The thoughts of the picture in Rottweiler's bathroom came to him again, but with a good reason this time.

'So he likes to peep on women taking shower? Well, I'm going to set him some great contact lenses of the future,' the idea came into his mind.

He used the superglue that he kept in his pocket on the binoculars and the trap was set up.

'That will teach Rottweiler. Now... what else can I do here?' Woody thought to himself.

He looked at the microwave and remembered how once he put an egg in it as a child because he wanted a hard-boiled egg. He sure got yelled at by both parents, but then quickly forgiven by his lovely mother.

'Yeah, why not? I can just imagine Rottweiler getting really mad.' and so he looked in the fridge to find just a perfect looking egg.

He put it in the microwave and turned it on. After about a minute, the egg exploded creating a huge mess in there.

'I think the egg is done now!' he thought, grinning.

However, that grin quickly faded when he noticed something bad... no window-shattering snores were heard now.

'Did the old oaf wake up?' he wondered, feeling kind of scared of the thought.

That question was immediately answered when footsteps were heard instead. With a hurried pace, the young man left the room through the door that leads to the hallway.

'While he gets mad, maybe I can go to the living room and see what I could do there.' he assumed while walking to the other door.

When he entered the living room, this incredibly loud shout from the old oaf was overheard from the other room:

"What the Hell?! Why's my microwave freaking dirty?! Who or what did this?!" then he attempted to clean it. The keyword is attempted, because the mess in the kitchen appliance might be too much for him, so it may take awhile.

Woody tried to hide his snickering so he does not make a single sound. Then he glanced around. Like every living room, it had a TV and a sofa. They are both pretty old-looking. And there was also a piano, a plant and a filthy dark red rug. Either way, he suddenly had an idea.

'I know! I'll put the whoopie cushion on the sofa.' and so he did 'The neighbour is in for a big surprise when he sits down here.'

One of the most classic jokes ever. Yet... something else was missing and he even felt that as well. But then another idea came to his mind...

'What if I "fix" his TV antenna? I'll make sure I "help" him out with his little connection problem.'

Afterwards, Woody bent the antenna to make sure the TV's connection is from bad to worse to the point of having nothing but static on the screen. He even did that in Bugs Bunny style by tying it into a nice bow.

'Rottweiler will receive all new programmes now that I modified his antenna.' he thought to himself with a self-satisfying smile.

The only thing left to do was to make sure that his neighbour is angry enough. So he left the room and hid in the wardrobe just in case - better be safe than sorry.

Meanwhile, Rottweiler already got his eyes stuck to the glued binoculars which made him look incredibly ridiculous. After about a minute, the old oaf somehow pulled them out of his eyes. He was even madder to the point of spewing out swears and screams out of his mouth. When he entered the living room, the very first things he saw was both the TV's ruined connection and the bent antenna.

"What?!" the fatso could not believe his eyes as he ran towards the device "My TV! Why?!"

The idiot was now so mad he stomped around a lot and spew out swears and screams again like a sailor. He attempted to untie the antenna and fix it. With some effort, he did it successfully... well, kind of. The connection was slightly poorer than before with a bow as a gift, but it still worked. Perhaps he will calm down when he goes to sit down? That is why the idiot did so without thinking. Then a loud "poot" sound was instantly heard from his behind, which made his face redden like a tomato from embarrassment. So he glanced around just in case if anyone saw or heard him just now.

It took him about a moment to realize, that he did not made the sound, but that he sat down on a whoopie cushion. Now he was really furious, like an angry seagull that did not get any bread crumbs. At this point, his mood was so sour that a lemon would feel jealous. He even almost broke his back and gasped nervously for air. This time, Rottweiler will most likely stay in this more-sour-than-a-lemon mood for quite awhile.

All of that commotion reached Woody's ears that he tried so hard to contain his laughter. There did not seem to be anything else left to do, so he got out of his hiding spot and walked outside. The young man could still hear his neighbour's thunderous hollering.

'That wasn't that bad. Stupid Rottweiler didn't even hear me!' Woody thought to himself, feeling satisfied.

He quickly left Rottweiler's yard and went into his house. There he waited Joe with excitement on his face.

"That was great, Woody! We all had a great time watching you!" he clapped.

Woody felt really proud of himself for such performance. He did wonder about one thing:

"Is this good enough for the series?"

"We'll see when we show this to the audience."

Joe ordered his crew to pack up everything they brought and put everything on the original place including the sofa.

The house looked just like before they entered it. Woody was desperately watching how they were leaving. He really wanted to know if his show was going to continue or not. The answer was not available just yet. Joe stopped just in the front door and said:

"I'll give you a call when the show gets accepted. See you!"

At last Woody was alone. Everything around him seemed like nothing has changed, no one strange had ever visited him. He did have a satisfaction over the pranks he played on his cruel neighbour, but he felt like he did that for nothing.

It was evening in the neighbourhood. Woody was sitting in the kitchen while staring at an empty plate. He did not have mood for food. He still wondered about his show. Is it going to be accepted? Is the audience going to like it? He wanted to be understood, so far only few people did. His kind friend Shelly and Joe. As he was sadly looking at nothing and thinking about today's event, suddenly he heard a knock on the door. He went to open it. There was Shelly standing on the doorstep holding something. Just from the sight of her made his mood slightly lift up.

"Hello, Shelly. What brings you here at this hour?" he asked.

"Hi, Woody. I came to see how are you doing..." she was genuinely concerned.

There was an awkward silence for about a moment as Woody did not want to talk about his problem.. Especially considering Rottweiler being the obvious reason of his current sulking... but at the same time he didn't want to be rude to his friend so he replied:

"I could've been better... but thanks for your concern..."

"Well... I brought you some cookies. I baked them a while ago.." and she handed him a paper bag full of them.

Still, Woody didn't have an appetite for anything right now, but he really appreciated the kind gesture of hers. Shelly was usually the one who needed cheering up. Of course, she did not like seeing her friend down, so she would do anything she could to cheer him up.

"I hope you know if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you." she assured him.

"I'll be fine. There's no need to worry about me..." but it was apparent that he was not in the mood to talk.

Shelly saw it in his eyes and decided to go into her house. Woody closed the door and sat on the sofa. Suddenly his phone that was put on the table near him started ringing. Immediately it was picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello there!" it was Joe Deen "How are you?"

"Hmph..." was Woody's grumpy answer.

"I know what you want to know. I presented the episode and your idea…"

Woody's patience was slowly dying on those words. The way Joe was slowly going with the answer he wanted to hear only bad news were expected.

"…they accepted it!"

"Really?!" he could not believe his ears.

"I knew you would be excited. We're now officially making the show!" the director proudly declared.

This left a big impact on now the host of the show.

"I'm beyond excited! Thank you!"

"I should thank you for giving such great idea. I'll see you in two days. I hope you'll be prepared for the next shooting."

"I definitely will be! See you then!"

Then they both hung up. All of Woody's effort into playing tricks on Rottweiler was surely not for nothing. In fact, it was incredibly worth it, even the prankster knew it and was proud of it!