January | 25th | 2010
Hot Pockets.
Congratulations! You're going to have diarrhea today!
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"Hey, this is Tart," the short alien said inside of the camera. He turned it towards the kitchen and brought his voice to a mere whisper. "And I'm about to prank my friend Kish. He's always asking me to make him food and I'm sick of it! He asked me to make him a Hot Pocket, so that's what I'm going to do!" Tart positioned the camera and stepped away from it, making sure it zoomed in on the rectangular item of food.
He took the pizza-pie out of it's white packaging, opening up the flaps. "Yeah, I've been saving some old hot sauce! I mean, this stuff is really old, even that grandma Mew won't want to kiss him! It's got to be years old! I saved it for a special occasion!" Tart soaked the pizza puff with the forbidden sauce, then pulled out another container. This time it said 'steak sauce'. "Oh man, this stuff has to be old too! It tastes like peanut butter! I'm not kidding! Kish is going to love this!"
Tart put that sauce on the Hot Pocket as well. He pulled out a can of sardines and anchovies. "Now these are really smelly, just like him when he comes out of the bathroom! He'll love these too!"
Stuffing the ingredients in the pocket, he covered it back up and put it in its white packaging; making sure it looked 'innocent'.
He threw the camera a thumbs up and stuffed the plate in the cabinet above the microwave. Kish walked in just in time—scratching his chest. "Hey, Tart, make me a Hot Pocket before we attack the Mews, eh?"
"Sure."
Tart took out a whole new one, pretending to prepare it and he even put it in the microwave. Kish walked out of the room and Tart immediately made the switch. "Oh yeah, guys! I put a rubber-band around the sink, so he can't even wash the taste out of his mouth!" Giggling to himself, he watched as Kish walked back in.
"Is it done yet?"
"I think so..."
Kish walked towards the microwave and started to swat at the air. "Agh, man there's a lot of flies around here!!" He took out the Hot Pocket ravenously and sunk his teeth into the pizza-pie.
And then it hit him.
"Oh!!" Kish gagged. He ran straight to the sink, and when he couldn't lift up the handle he lost all hope and ran straight to the bathroom.
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Lesson learned? It's always darkest just before it goes pitch black.