Day 21 – The Twenty-first of April

"What's that you're chewing on, Frankenstein?"

The cat was sitting under the table, holding something under his paws and gnawing away at it. Suddenly, the cat ran away, ran back and jumped on it, like as if was going to escape. Merlin got off the couch and sat on his knees, reaching for Franky. The cat wasn't fond of the hand trying to take away his diner and attacked it. After a short struggle with the cat, Merlin was holding the mysterious… thing.

Frankenstein crawled upon the couch, next to Merlin and stared at Merlin's hands, who was turning the thing round and round, trying to figure out what it was. It felt slimy, it was green, but with teeth marks all over, it was hard to figure out what it was. Merlin even spotted two eyes, but still didn't know.

"EEEEEeeeeeeewwwwww!", he exclaimed, dropping the thing immediately and running to the kitchen to wash his hands. "Don't eat that, Franky!"

The cat ignored him and ran off with the thing between his teeth.

After a long day of wondering what the green slimy thing was (Franky hadn't returned with it), it was time for bed. When Arthur left the bathroom, he greeted Merlin casually and retreated to his own bedroom. Merlin wondered if Arthur had bought the green slimy thing for the cat to play with; he should ask tomorrow.

He grabbed his toothbrush and rinsed it with water. He took the toothpaste and screwed off the top so he could squirt some paste onto the hairs of his toothpaste. Again he held his brush underneath the streaming water and stuck it into his mouth to clean his teeth.

It tasted a bit strange.

It wasn't as minty as toothpaste is supposed to be, Merlin thought as he moved the brush up and down against his teeth. And the texture is a bit off. It isn't foamy... Perhaps I should check the…

"DIAPER RASH CREAM?!?!"

Immediately he started to spit out the contents of his mouth and rinsed it with water five times before he ran to Arthur's room and gave the boy a very serious speech about dental cleaning.

Merlin returned to his own room after Arthur had promised never to mess with the toothpaste again. He smiled when he saw his bed; he already felt the nice blanket wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him warm as he drifted off to sleep. While changing into his PJ's, he was wondering what kind of prank he was going to pull tomorrow. Or should he take a day off? That would really freak Arthur out!

Both of them were aware that every day was a dangerous one. Every day there was the chance of losing all your clothes, the chance of your TV go missing, being glued to your bed... They were always looking out for things that could happen.

It was like walking on broken glass all day; you had to be careful that it didn't enter you shoes and rip your feet apart. Just imagine having that feeling all day long! Waiting for something to happen! Horrible! And perfect at the same time.

Merlin buttoned up his top and flicked off the lights. He tiptoed over to his bed and slid under the sheets.

"Aaaaah", he sighed, closed his eyes and stretched himself out. But his eyes shot open again when he felt something touch his hand. And both of his feet.

It was slimy…

Probably green.

Horrified, Merlin jumped out of bed and turned on the light. In total, there were five slimy, green things in his bed…

Five dead frogs.

In his bed.

And he had touched them.

Ewwwwwwwww….

He wanted revenge.

Now.

Even though Arthur was fast asleep, his nose twitched.

Merlin waggled the feather again, right underneath Arthur's nose and it twitched again. Arthur moved his head to the right, almost lifted up his hand and scratch away the itch. He didn't, so Merlin softly pressed the feather against his nose again.

All of a sudden, Arthur's hand flicked up to his face and Merlin jumped away.

Splash!

"Arrrrgh!", Arthur sat right up and looked around questioningly. What happened? What was that strange feeling on his face? In his nose, even? And the weird smell? He noticed Merlin was lying on the floor, rolling around and laughing loudly. Arthur looked at his hand, which was covered his something white and fluffy… He touched his cheek with his other hand to find out that his cheek was covered with the same white, fluffy stuff.

"Merlin? Why is there whipped cream on my face?"

Merlin wasn't able to answer; he was banging his fist on the floor, trying to stop laughing.

"Why is there whipped cream on my face? Merlin?", Arthur didn't bother to take off the rest of the cream of his face, so when Merlin looked up to answer, he fell back onto the floor again and continued laughing…

"Great...", Arthur sighed and went into the bathroom to clean up his face.

Argh! I can't keep up anymore! Tomorrow will be the last chapter for now (with a nice ending of course), because I can't write as fast as the days are passing by.
Of course, when I feel inspired (it's just to much fun to write about this to end it already) I will write another chapter and update. So if you want to keep reading these chapters, I advice you to add the story to your story alert. :)

Thank you very much for reading and helping me with this story! If you have random ideas/pranks/whatever, please keep them coming! I can always use them! :)