The hallway was empty and quiet, Woody opened the wardrobe's door faintly. His gaze shifted left and right.
"The coast is clear..." he stated softly.
When he and Shelly got out of it, they let out their repressed laughter and high-fived. They also both comment on how idiotic the Rottweilers are.
"Anyway, that's seven tricks so far." he counted them, after they both simmered down a little.
"Well, that's a surprise... I thought I was slowing you down." she said, feeling a little uneasy.
"Hey, don't say that! That was pretty impressive!" he smiled, giving her a thumbs up.
"Thanks..." she rubbed the back of her head with a sheepish grin.
Woody knows which are the next pranks, but... he is not sure if he could pull them off... considering that they will be the ones he is afraid to do.
'Of course I can!' he mentally told himself 'I'm a Master of Mischief with capital M's!'
"Something wrong?"
"It's nothing. We'll just get to the next ones."
The mischievous hero, opened the door of the living room - Georgina was still sleeping there.
"You stay behind the door... I'll be done in a moment." he said to her.
Then he grabbed some duster that was lying against the wall nearby, and he crept across the room as if he was in a lion's cage. It took a few moments for Shelly to realize what he was up to. Worrying for him made her feel like a cat on hot bricks...
It was not any better for Woody though, he started scribbling on the elderly woman's face, sprayed the whipped cream on to her open-hands.
He leaned over the sofa, and with the duster in his shaky hand, he tickled her nose. Immediately, the prankster dashed behind the door with the speed of a certain blue hedgehog. Her nose twitched, raising her hand to her face to brush away the object that was bothering her in her sleep.
*Splat!* went the cream, smearing all over Georgina's ugly face.
Exactly when the old crone was waking up, he closed the door and leaned against it.
"Phew... That was close." Woody said quietly with a sigh "But we still have to hide again just in case."
Georgina found herself with whip cream smeared on her face. She stomped all the way upstairs to her son's room.
"Wake the freaking Hell up!" she screamed in his ear.
That scared Roger so much, he jumped right up to the ceiling and hit his head, then fell back down.
"W-what h-happened to your face, momma?" he asked, stuttering.
"That's what I want to know, you dunce!" his mother exclaimed angrily.
"Don't know but wasn't me, I swear!"
"You're getting slapped just for that tone, mister!"
After these words, she slapped him twice across the face.
"If you don't want me to be too mad at you then take the dogs for a walk again! My Fifi needs plenty of fresh air!"
"Fine..." he replied under his breath.
After awhile, Roger went outside to walk Fifi and Mort, and Georgina managed to wash off the mixed mess of whip cream and marker scribbles.
"It's safe again..." Woody whispered.
"Honestly, you gave me a mini heart-attack! You were being reckless a few minutes ago!" Shelly scolded him after they stepped out of the wardrobe.
"Sorry, but it had to be done. If couldn't do it now, then when would I?" he explained "Besides you're here as well, so you're being reckless too."
"Point taken..." she sighed "but I have the feeling you're going to sink another cruise ship while you're on it or something."
"That's... stretching it a bit, because I wouldn't go that far." he doubted that.
Yes... yes, he would! Even he does not know himself well enough!
"Anyway, I'll show you something." Shelly rummaged through her backpack and found what she was looking for.
The thing has carrots attached together with black Scotch tape, and a functional small clock glued in the middle.
"Is that... what I think it is?" the prankster became curious.
"It only looks like it..." she said, smiling.
"That seems... really cruel" Woody paused for a moment, and then his eyes brightened "and it's so genius! I love it!"
"It's not my idea though..."
"Does it matter? You've put an effort into recreating it!" he praised her, patting her shoulder.
The girl felt a blush working its way up to her cheeks, while Woody chuckled at her reaction.
"There's just one thing missing to this trick..." he added "and I definitely know how to perfect it, Shell!" the prankster then held up his mobile phone "And let's just say... those two will have their minds blown, even if it's a false alarm!"
She clearly understood what he meant, and they both laughed mischievously.
Sometime later, Roger returned from the walk grumpy again, even though nothing bad happened to him this time... yet. Exactly then, his old rotary phone rang. He picked it up.
"Hullo?" he spoke "Who's this?!"
"Greetings, this is the mayor of Vienna speaking." it was Woody whilst making his voice sound different, and right now he and the girl were both in the bathroom "Is this the Rottweiler residence?"
"Umm... yes? Why?"
"We are warning you, that there is a dynamite hidden in your house." he gave a fake explanation.
"D-d-dynamite?!" the neighbour stammered.
"Yes, we do not know who set it, but all we ask you is to calmly evacuate..."
The prankster got cut off by Roger instantly running around - panicking and screaming. Woody hung up only slightly confused, although he expected such a reaction from him. Shelly was trying to hold back her laughs.
In the living room, the neighbour slammed the door behind him.
"What the flipping heck's wrong with you, today?!" it was so noisy it even rudely awakened Georgina.
"Momma, we've to get out of the house, fast! There's a dynamite that's about to go boom any second!"
"What you talking about?! There's no dynamite anywhere near!"
Right at that moment, Roger found the so called "dynamite" that was shoved
"Then explain this!" he showed it to her.
Georgina grabbed it away from him and stared at it for a few seconds.
"That ain't a dynamite, you idiot! Those are just carrots!" she corrected him.
"That's even worse!" he cringed "I freaking hate carrots!"
Meanwhile, Woody and Shelly made sure the coast is clear, since all the mischief was done for today.
"You?!" however, the Rottweilers found them.
"Uh, oh..." they both looked at each other, frightened from the monsters.
"And what are you doing with him?!" the old hag grabbed the girl by the arm, and looked at her crossly.
The shocked mischievous hero immediately took action - he picked up a board from the chest of drawers (it was somewhat broken) and hit the old hag's arm with it.
"Trickster!" Roger yelled at him "How dare you do that to-!"
"Get away from Shelly, you oafs!" Woody interrupted him by threateningly waving the board.
Despite acting bravely, he was still feeling afraid out of his mind and that can be noticed of how he was shaking like a leaf.
'What are you doing?! Don't sacrifice yourself, you dummy!' if Shelly was not feeling so frightened she would have said this to him.
The Rottweilers stood there silent for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.
"Oh, and what you going to do, shrimp?" asked the geezer mockingly "A short little loser like you isn't even fair game!"
The young man felt a lump in his throat, he is unsure what to say as a comeback. If the duo were to run away, they will just get caught... despite the fact that the front door was near. Now he would even try any absurd ideas for distraction and escape.
"Hey, Shell" he whispered to her "hand me your backpack..."
Then Woody turned to the two old oafs.
"You see this? The real dynamite's inside this!" and showed them the backpack menacingly "If I throw this, it'll blow up the whole house!"
"There's no re-" Shelly was about to say so otherwise, but he covered her mouth with his hand.
"You're lying!" both Rottweilers said in one voice.
"Well, that's you're call" he slowly shook his head "but if I were you, wouldn't take the risk! Just ask poor Wile E. Coyote..."
Again, the old oafs stood there quietly. When the young man taunted them by pretending like he was about to throw it, the Rottweilers backed away. This gave an opportunity for Woody and Shelly to walk away backwards to the front door. They both sighed heavily from relief when they reached the front metal gate, and the two could not believe how the fat idiots fell for the last unintended prank. Of course, Woody had to say a few last words to the viewers before ending today's episode.
"I hope that happening didn't made you think negatively about the episode, folks. We did our very best! And like I said earlier, Shelly may not participate in another episode. Anyway, this was your host Woody Trickster, and..."
He paused himself on purpose, and gently nudged her to make her say something.
"Y-your c-co-hostess Shelly Haward!"
"And you we're ending 'Neighbours from Hell' for today! Goodbye!" and he waved.
Director Joe ordered to the camera crew to stop filming.
"Nice job, you two!" he praised them.
"Wait, wait... we got caught after we successfully have done all the dirty tricks..." Woody pointed out "So... does that count as a victory?"
"Well, that definitely didn't happened before, but somehow I expected something like this." Joe scratched his head "And if you ask me it counts as a 'no win, no lose' thing. But because of the extra pranks and the lucky escape from them, then it's a 'win-win' situation! Besides, this was probably the most unique episode we ever aired!"
Joe paused for moment and glanced at Shelly.
"By the way, Woody, I thought you said she's absent-minded!"
"She really is. If I left her do all the pranks by herself, she'll get lost in her thoughts and wander aimlessly through the house. Then-"
She interrupted him by pinching his hand lightly.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Just so you know, even you had your 'What was I doing here?' moments, Mr. Trickster." she teased him.
Woody blushed from embarrassment, while the director chuckled at them.
"What I was saying" then he continued talking "is that she has a potential of being a great prankster."
"No thanks! I'm not doing this again!" she crossed her arms over her chest.
"That's okay, nobody's forcing you." said Joe "Now that reminds me, your contract has ended."
"Can I keep it?" she asked.
"Sure." he replied, while he hands over the useless contract to her "Well then, me and the others will pack up the equipment, put them in the van and leave!"
"Want any help?" Woody offered.
"Thanks, but there's no need for that!" the director replied "You two are probably more tired than we are, but you can keep us company!"
Once Joe and the crew were fully done and got on the van, the chauffeur drive off. It was a tiring, but fun episode. It was not the end of the day, though.