A/N: Thanks you oodles for your request, kt the emo.

Victim: Mark

Prankers: Chelsea and Julia

Producer: Vaughn

Witnesses: Lily and Carol

OWSI: I'm not sure…

I can't think of any hopeless topics to exasperate you guys with…I guess that's a good thing! Onward! By the way, just pretend Mirabelle sells roosters.

Cockle Doodle Doo~

Cockle Doodle Doo~

A young blonde hopefully soon-to-be farmer woke up grudgingly to the carefree reverberation of a rooster cawing on Ranch Island. He rubbed the small amount of crust away from his eyes and yawned loud enough for Carol, the innkeeper to hear from the lobby. Last time she'd heard him yawn, he'd been in for a lecture from her about "waking up like a gentleman".

Every morning began like this. Wake up, get out of bed half an hour later, take a two hour shower, and take fifteen minutes to dress and comb his hair. He habitually came out of his room by eleven o'clock. The accustomed morning serenity was disturbed when the telephone rang.

"Hello?" he asked, still groggy even after the shower.

"Hi, Mark!" Mark mutely groaned to himself when he heard the annoyingly optimistic voice. It was Julia, one of those people that never seem to be weary or upset. She was the daughter of Mirabelle, who sold animals and animal products to the rancher of the islands.

"What do you want, Julia?" he asked bitterly. Obviously, Julia was hurt judging by the sound of her voice on the other side of the line.

"Geez, you don't need to be like Vaughn. I was just calling to say that Chelsea, Vaughn, and I are coming to bring you an exceptional homemade breakfast. We know that you can't spend so much money everyday buying half cooked food from the café."

"Alright, see you." Both said their good byes and hung up.

Mark glanced around his room. The place was a massive mess: garments had been thrown indolently to the floor, the sheets and blankets on the bed were absolutely out of place, the pillows had been tossed chaotically aside, and the small area rug was covered exclusively in dust. Living in the jungle had to be healthier than living in that place. Mark knew very well that Julia would go ranting on about household keeping if she saw this place. With an abrupt burst of energy, he began to smooth down the sheets before unscrambling the comforter. Then he grabbed the handheld vacuum and started to scrub mercilessly at the huge rug. This was going to take him all day and he didn't have that much time. He didn't have an electric vacuum. Knowing better than to fracture his back trying to pick up every piece of dirt, he phoned Lily, another resident of the inn.

"Hello?" a smooth, silky voice said.

"Lily, it's me, Mark. Listen, can I borrow your vacuum? I'll be having guests and I need to clean the rug. It's caked in grime."

In the other inn room, Lily grimaced. She'd never been in the young man's room, and it sounded as if he was living in a dumpster. "I'll bring it over." she said, sighing inwardly.

"Thanks. I'll be waiting." Mark hung up. He hurried to clean the bathroom in the meantime. A few minutes later, there was a soft tap on the door.

"It's open!" he called, concluding on the sink scrubbing. The door opened to show a Lily who looked at the rug with disgust. She eyed him as he quickly grabbed the machine muttering a "thank you" and as he shoved the plug into the wall and switched the vacuum on. He pushed and pulled many times for what seemed like hours to Lily.

"MARK! WE'RE HERE! GET YOUR CUTLERY OUT!" Oh, dear.

"…Shut up Julia." That voice sounded deep and gruff. Mark knew it because he was his best friend. His only one, in fact.

"No!" Julia was unrelenting.

"I'll bite your head off otherwise." That was harsh, Vaughn. Mark thought.

"Not if I bite yours off, first."

"Would you quit bickering, or I'm biting BOTH of your heads off!"

Silence. Chelsea could settle things quicker than Mark could steal Vaughn's hat.

Lily quickly shut the door before the guests could reach the door. "Hurry! Put this away…"

Lily helped Mark clean the rest of the room, which took about ten minutes. Mark took note that he didn't hear anyone knock on the door.

While Mark was still inside~ (Vaughn's POV)

"Again why am I doing this?" I whined oddly for the hundredth time.

"Do you want to get back at Mark for last year?" Julia scowled.

"What happened last year?" Chelsea asked inquiringly. Oh, she wasn't even here last spring. She just arrived.

I sighed.

"HersheyChocolates101 said not to tell you until the next chapter." Julia explained.

"Rather she should've said never." I grumped. I was ready to punch the author of this story in the face. (A/N: NO! Don't kill me, Vaughn!)

"ANWAYS, let's get to work on this door!" Chelsea exclaimed. She pulled a box of Saran wrap from out of her rucksack. Honestly, something tells me these two girls were born on Pluto or something.

"Vaughn, get the camera ready. We want to film the preparations, too, you know." Julia ordered. She took out another box of Saran wrap and began to help Chelsea plaster Mark's doorway. They are just too lucky that the door opens inwards. Otherwise those idiots would never notice and then they'd have a problem. So, basically, if their stupid prank that I was being forced to record worked out, Mark would rewardingly for us think there was nothing in the way and hit the wrap.

I held up the camera and hit the "record" button even if it was kind of late to record those two preparing. I set the camera in a flower pot that Carol "oh so sympathetically and keenly" let us use. Pft. Like that was even possible.

"Alright, I think I have everything." Mark was going to come out any moment.

"You two, he's going to be out any minute." I whispered.

Chelsea smirked slyly and playfully at me at the same time. She squinted her eyes naughtily but didn't say anything. I swear that my face turned redder than her bandanna. Julia laughed a little. "Don't worry. We're just about done." She put one last piece of tape on the wall and finally stood up. "Ta-da!"

I admittedly had to marvel at their work. Chelsea and Julia stood on each side of me to admire their creation.

"Knock on the door and just stand there like you don't see anything." Julia ordered and Chelsea slipped her hand under the small part that hadn't been taped.

"Mark! We've been waiting!" Chelsea called. There was a muffled answer. Was it just me, or was Lily with him?

The door was opened. Chelsea and Julia chorused a "hi!" at the same time. Mark opened the door wider to let them in but Chelsea stopped him. Thank Goddess.

"Oh no, you don't! We're eating at my house! C'mon!"

Mark walked towards the doorway, with a little unneeded force. Then he slammed into the wrap. Jeez, that stuff really works.

"What on earth was that?" Mark didn't sound like he was going to take this good naturedly. I gulped; They're so going to blame me…

"Oh, just your clumsiness." Julia said, rather too quickly. "Hurry up!"

Well, basically that was our prank. Lily came out from her supposed hiding place to watch Mark slam himself into the doorway thousands of times only to be repeatedly teased by Chelsea and Julia. Carol watched too, and I could tell she was amused. she just didn't want to show it. And that is the story of Mark's stupidity.

A/N: I'm so glad I'm over with that. I hated this chapter more than anything The beginning was so depressing and boring and everything was stretched out too much. So, to make up for my terrible chapter, I'm going to write up, err, type up, a chapter of what Mark did to Vaughn. I'll see if there are any requests set up with Vaughn. I have evil plans forming in my mind…MWAHAHA! Erm, excuse me for that. By the way, I put more choices on my poll. I'm sorry if you already voted. I just keep coming up with new ideas. If you haven't voted yet, I suggest you wait till I say Harvest Rivalry or Switcharoo is almost done. Which ever story finishes first will be followed by the story that was voted the most. See ya later, guys!