So here's a short fic about the ice cream dude prank calling Marco back. It's been a while, hasn't it? Here's something until Friday.
The ice cream dude snickered as he called the number back, ready to prank call the prank caller. An image of a boy wearing a red hoodie appeared on the mirror, with a recognizable Star Butterfly hanging from the ceiling.
"Is your refrigerator running?", the ice cream man asked, still trying to hold in his laughter.
"The fridge is alive?" Star yelled, jumping down from the ceiling and sprinting out the door.
"No Star, wait! It's just a joke!" the boy in the hoodie yelled, hot in pursuit of her.
A lot of yelling, the words 'Blazing Flamethrower Inferno!', and a loud explosion later, the boy wearing the hoodie appeared into frame once more, with black charred clothing and half his hair burnt off.
"Well played." Was all that was said before he hung up.
