Glitch exploded into the Headquarters. Rasa was standing close to the computers, and practically hit his head on the ceiling jumping in surprise when Glitch suddenly yelled, "Rasa!"
"What the –?!" Rasa's hands spun in the air, his face priceless. Glitch laughed. "Sorry... but it was worth it!" He doubled up and giggled while Rasa simply stared at the ghost. One of his hands was half-raised and the other was on his chest. After a moment he dropped the pose and waited until Glitch was done with his laughing. Finally, the ghost blinked and stopped his convulsions, but the humorous glow still showed in his eyes and the lopsided smile was still on his face. "Sor-ree," he muttered again, rubbing the back of his neck. "By the way, Primadonna Princess and Prince Perfection are on the way here," he informed Rasa absently, rolling his eyes.
"You didn't come all the way here just to tell me that, right?" Rasa asked suspiciously. "Nah," Glitch said, standing solid on the floor with his hands clasped neatly behind his back, "I just realized something... are you sure there's no technology that can help a ghost?" His green orbs shone hopefully as he spoke. Rasa walked over to an opening that lead towards a corridor. "Coming?" he beckoned. Glitch followed, walking instead of flying. Through the corridor they went, until Rasa stopped at a door and opened it. Rasa had his eyes fixed on a device thoughtfully.
Glitch watched as Rasa took a helmet that was only too similar to Dr. Tan's mind control device. "Wh... what 'cha gonna do with that?" Glitch questioned carefully. Rasa rubbed the smooth purple helmet, and explained, "This is one of the few devices we've got that manipulates the mind." Glitch tilted his head quizzically, not understanding. "You see," Rasa continued, "only a couple devices work with the human mind. I was thinking that, using the technology that Tan inputted, I could conjure up an image of you as a ghost from my memory and –"
"And, and?!" Glitch pressed. The older dancer sighed. "With that knowledge, we'd be a step closer to enabling people to see you, perhaps with the help of this mind-controlling helmet." Rasa carried the helmet over to Glitch. The ghost-protégé took a closer inspection and shrugged. "Don't see how that'll work," he grumbled. The DCI leader just took the helmet back and placed it safely in storage. "We'll have to try again later, then," he answered. Glitch hesitated before turning back, reluctance tugging him all the way. "Very well," he replied civilly.
Rasa looked back. "I'll make sure we'll work on it," he whispered promisingly, getting closer to the main dance floor. He paused, then stepped over to Lima and leaned over to talk to her in hushed voices. Glitch was left for himself. Sighing, he floated higher, then noticed Angel and Aubrey. They were both in their DCI outfits, and both appeared smarter and snazzier. Glitch exhaled again, then dove out of the underground HQ. Instead of flying, he walked again, and chose to pay a visit to Riptide beach. Why Riptide? Glitch shook his head and prepared led for a good dose of pranking. It was about time.
Both Bodie and Emilia were still at the DCI Headquarters, so Glitch had a good chance of being able to find a good prank or two. He was a good planner. Grinning maliciously, he began to think up the pranks he would pull. He was practically listing them.
"Prank A, baby powder in the hair dryer. Prank B, rainbow cereal all around, prank C, strawberry pie..."
He arrived at the Riptide beach. It was time to spice things up.
Being the weekly prankster, he always had tricks up his sleeve. He had all the trickery gear he needed at home. With his ghost strength, he flew home faster than a bullet in the World War II. He flew low and close to the ground at the moment, laughing maniacally as obstacles whizzed past his eyes, which shimmered like chips of nephrite jade. Crashing into his room, he found the baby powder and cereal stashed away with all his other prank gear, so he chose a fishing line to tie around and lots, lots of glue. He supposed the pie would have to come from somewhere else. Perhaps he would steal it... then again, Glitch would always save best for last. Grabbing a plastic bag full of feathers, Glitch decided that what he had would be sufficient. For now, at least.
This time, with his load, he would need to fly very high. Even though he had often soared above the clouds, the magnitude and size of the majestic clouds still made him gape. They towered over him, white and gray blending with the sky blue. Every cloud had a silver lining, they said, and Glitch could see a partial truth in the words. Once he could, he zoomed down and hid his stash. First, he dug a huge hole in the ground, and then filled it with all kinds of junk. He found a pole, so he searched for a wooden plank and wrote down the word 'Free Souvenirs!' Bodie and Emilia would flip when they saw the hole filled with damp seaweed and metal scrap, plus a whole lot of stuff Glitch didn't bother mentioning.
He filled Emilia's hair dryer with the powder and glued cereal on Bodie's towels. He even turned off all the water pumps, tying the fishing line on everything he could get his hands on. He imagined Emilia covered with powder and trying to get her way to the water pumps to turn the water on. Then he went back to the the feather and tied buckets filled with them over all the doors he could find. He squirted glue into each bucket as well. Then, just to add the fun, he covered the entire basketball court in glue. It was a wonder how a teen like Glitch could get so much glue.
"Let the madness commence," he sniggered.