Disclaimer: My name is not Stephenie Meyer.
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Pranks 18, 19, and 20: Hide all of his socks. Hide all his left shoes. After stealing all his socks and left shoes make puppets out of them and insist he watch the play that you put on with them
I heard Carlisle's voice. "Esme, where are my socks?"
"They were in your drawer this morning, dear," she answered.
"Well they aren't here now!"
There were a few moments of silence, and then came. "Esme, where are my left shoes?"
"I don't know, Carlisle, ask the kids." That was my queue to split and start my "puppet show"
Downstairs…
"ALICE!" Carlisle yelled. "What did you do with my socks and left shoes?"
"Why nothing, Carlisle; say would you like to watch my puppet show?"
"No, not particularly, why," he asked.
"I just thought that you would like it, that's all," I punctuated this statement with a huge smile that probably made me look very guilty.
He gave me a suspicious look. "OK, I'll watch your puppet show."
I clapped and grinned. "HORRAY!"
Carlisle sighed and somewhere in the house Edward heard him think: "This could be good."
In the living room…
I popped my left hand out of the makeshift stage with one of Carlisle's best socks on it. "Hello there, boys and girls! It's time for the puppet show!"
My right hand popped out with Carlisle's left loafer. "It is, it is!"
There was a scream of rage an insanity and Carlisle jumped at the stage. I was gone in a flash; I looked back and saw Carlisle tearing up the stage in search of his footwear.
Giggling to myself I fled deep into the house, where I found Edward.
"What did you do to Carlisle," he asked. "He's going insane; his thoughts are no long comprehensible!"
"He he he… you don't want to know!"