(The authoress is standing on a ladder, tying a bungee cord- attached to the ceiling- around her waist. She then leaps down, hovering an inch above Puggsy and tapping him on the head, before shooting back up)
Puggsy: (opens eyes) What the…?
Me: (comes down) YAH! (shoots up)
Puggsy: AAAUGH! (falls out of bed) WHEREVER GIRL! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?
Me: (dangles down, grabbing his head) Just warming up to cause you more suffering ^-^ (shoots back up, out of bungee cord, and out the door, laughing)
Puggsy: …I need to get a restrainifying order…
Ye Olde School Yearbooketh
(WG, FF2, Fangs, Baby Fangs, and Edwin are sitting in the basement, pondering)
FF2: So, what would we do to cause Pugs more misery?
Edwin: One of us could dress up like Hannibal Lector and threaten to eat him.
Fangs: How about we glue his feet into a pair of roller-skates and push him down a hill?
Baby Fangs: Goo ga ga!
Me: Edwin, I like your idea. Baby Fangs, I said I'd THINK about the rabid-monkey idea. Fangs… too cliché.
FF2: I've got it! We could raid his journal and find some ideas, like what his worst fears are, or some girls he's crushing on, or even better!
Me: (pats FF2 on the back) And THAT'S why I made you my co-writer! Lets go!
(Everyone sneaks into Puggsy's room in search of his journal. He's either hidden it well or doesn't keep one, because no one's found jack! Until…)
Edwin: Hey, I found something! (pulls out dust-covered book)
Fangs: It's our old Junior High yearbook!
Me: Hey, that beats a diary any day! (flips through yearbook) There's gotta be something in here that'll… O.o Whoa.
FF2: What is it- O.o Whoa.
Edwin, Fangs, and Baby Fangs: Whoa… O.O
Me: (evil grin) I think we've got a prank, boys!
Baby Fangs: Ga goo ni ga? :D
Me: No, it doesn't involve a monkey! Stop asking that!
(Later that very same hour…)
Puggsy: (on phone) For the last TIME, Rudolph! I'm SORRY I got you mauled by fan-girls! …No, I don't know if they've had their shots, why do you- (sees WG sneaking by, giggling) Hold on, Rudy. I've got some important business to attend to. (hangs up) Wherever Girl!
Me: (pokes head out doorway) Yeeess, o mighty prank-victim?
Puggsy: What are you up to?
Me: *over-innocently* Nothiiiin'. Bye now!
Puggsy: WG! (chases after her)
(Meanwhile by the pool…)
Kim: Why did you want me to step out here again, Fangs?
Fangs: Um… no reason. Uh, here! You'd better put some sun-screen on. Here! (squirts something into her hand)
Kim: What the…? Fangs, what's- (WG runs by, 'accidentally' bumps her toward the pool) Whoa!
Puggsy: Kim! (grabs her hand, catching her) Gotcha.
Kim: Thanks, Pugs, that was close. …Um, you can let go of my hand, now.
Puggsy: (tugs hand) I'm not holding your hand, you're holding mine!
Kim: What? I'm not- (pulls hand, seeing that they're glued together) What the…? *glare* Fangs!
Fangs: (nervously) I-I-It wasn't me! It was all WG's idea! She threatened to chain me to a monkey if I didn't do it!
Puggsy: Why did she glue my hand to Kim's?
Me: (pops up from underwater) Because I found out a teeny little secret… (opens up yearbook) This one!
(Kim and Puggsy look at the page, blushing scarlet red. It happens to have a picture of both of them in an embrace, with the words "Class Couple" written above)
Kim: So… just because we USED TO go out in Junior High, you glued our hands together? That's it?
Puggsy: Not much of a prank. WG, I think you're losing your touch!
Me: Am I, Puggsy? AM I? (whips out megaphone, shouting into it) HEY, WORLD! The class couple is back together! XD
Fangs: *gasp* You two were a CLASS COUPLE? Ooh, ooh, wait 'til I tell everyone on Facebook about THIS!
Me: Wait, you'll need evidence! (takes picture of Kim and Pugs, hands it to Fangs) Quick, go upload it! Go go go! (Fangs runs off)
Kim and Pugs: (so loud you can hear them from across the universe) WHEREVER GIIIIIIIIRRRRLLLLL! (Kim whips out a spiked ball and chain)
Me: HOLY-
ADVISORY: Wherever Girl and Co. would like to apologize for the language. Not Puggsy's language, but the language she almost put in-
Kim: (tears through the advisory) I'M GONNA KILL THAT GIRL! (chases after her, dragging Puggsy with)
Puggsy: (is dragging on the ground) *hits rock* OW! *hits bowling ball* OW! *hits cactus* OW! *hits miniature giraffe* OW- What the-? *hits rollerblade* OW!
Edwin: You know… Maybe she should've gone with the 'monkey' idea.
Well, folks, I am ONCE AGAIN running for my life. Please read, review, and please-
Kim: (breaks through wall) Get back here!
AUGH! SEND BACKUP! (runs for life, pursued by Kim, who is still dragging Puggsy) …Don't they just make a lovely, homicidal couple?