Author's note: This chapter's title is named "Day of the hunter" instead of "Night of the hunter", because would be strange since this chapter took place during day. That's all I wanted to point out.

Once again our prankster got into Rottweiler's house like he usually did. What was unusual this time was an old fashioned music coming out from living room.

'What awful music!' Woody obviously thought his neighbour had a bad taste in music.

He looked around the hallway to see if anything was extraordinary or if any danger was nearby. He didn't hear anything suspicious, but he was sure his neighbour was present somewhere. Without hesitation he went into basement to look around. There was a mess, no big surprise for our host. He then got shocked by a gun that was on the wall, that thing which made neighbour's study so terrifying. Who knows if he would be able to hunt more than just animals. Woody quickly snapped out of the fear and continued searching for potential prank material. He saw a lot of scattered nails and bottles of wine. The bottles were empty yet they still had corks on them. That already gave a quick idea of plugging the gun on the wall.

'This will surely stop his hobby.' he thought to himself while executing the prank.

After he did that he looked at the nails on ground. While they were a great potential, there probably would be not enough time to use them all on something. Maybe a single one would be just enough to do wonders, thus he took one with him. He would have left a room afterwards, if it wasn't of a soft squeaky noise. He looked at the ground and saw a rat trapped in a mousetrap near its home in the wall.

'I bet it's the same mousetrap I used before.' Woody bent down to help the poor little thing out of its trap.

However as soon as he released the creature, it bit his hand!

"Ouch! Hey! I rescued you!" said the young prankster, but the rat was already gone in its hole "Vicious rat! This is not a thanks I asked for."

Luckily his hand wasn't bleeding. It just so happened this animal had really bad teeth, so even its strongest bite felt like a pinch.

The host decided to finally leave the room and explore the hall. He decided to check the trusty chest of drawers. From there he decided to take some black shoe polish. For what exactly? Well, the nail would be for ruining something and the black shoe polish for making a mess of something. Two different tools for two different purposes, in case one of them is needed. Also one thing in the drawers caught his attention - a deflated balloon. Probably it was forgotten since the birthday party.

'How come I haven't noticed this?' the prankster thought to himself 'I could make that balloon pop next to his head!'

Without question he took it as well. Suddenly, even when the music was loud, he heard steps approaching from the living room. Immediately he rushed to the kitchen to avoid the big bad dogface. Through the keyhole he could indeed see the walking nightmare heading to the basement. He was holding a piece of cloth, perhaps for polishing? Naturally, his hearing was in a bad condition because Woody's running steps were as loud as the fat man's.

'Let's take a look at the source of the music.' the prankster decided so and to his surprise he found an old gramophone in the living room 'I thought this thing died out years ago!'

He approached the cupboard the machine was put in. Indeed, it was an old gramophone which might be older than anyone in this neighbourhood. Woody talked to the audience:

"He could have put 'Thriller' for this thing, don't you agree?"

Right after he said it, the music suddenly stopped. When he checked the gramophone, he realized the whole disc was over. At least he took a closer look at it. Right ahead he noticed a thin shiny needle which could be easily replaced.

'I've got an idea!' he replaced the needle with the nail in his pocket and commented "That should make a big impression."

Besides the gramophone, something else that Woody hadn't seen before was a small box on the armchair. While inspecting it closer he noticed the text "tobacco" on the side.

'So he even smokes? Poluting must be his speciality. I need to find a way to stop this.'

He then decided to move on to the bedroom. There were some things in an opened wardrobe, more specifically a hunter's hat and a box. Woody was about to walk close to it, until he heard someone's breathing. It wasn't a person... it was a dog... Mort the dog.

'Oh no, not him again! He is so close to the balcony door. What if I need to get there?' the young man thought to himself.

His moving mode was immediately switched to tiptoeing to avoid potential danger. After a while a familiar squeaking occured in the same room. The prankster looked around. He couldn't find the source of it at first, but then he looked at one of the bed legs. It was the rat from the basement chewing on the leg.

'Looks like he is a rare case of rattus beaverus.'

He approached the rat quietly so he wouldn't disturb it. When he got close enough, he caught it by its tail. The animal struggled to bite Woody's hand.

"Don't worry, I don't hurt animals like you" he whispered to it and then he put it in the box of medals.

"It's not cheese, but maybe you will enjoy something coming up later."

The prankster then decided to check the bedside table. After closer inspection, he found a small container full of gunpowder. Naturally this one goes well with Rottweiler's gun, possibly even better with other much smaller device. Woody took a small amount of the powder and quickly got back to living room where he first saw the box with tobacco. He opened it to sprinkle the gunpowder all over the tobacco. He then faced the audience to say:

"Remember, kids - smoking is bad!"

Exactly in that moment he heard his neighbour walking in the hall. He immediately went back to the bedroom. Just as he assumed, the big meatball entered the living room for one single purpose - turn the awful music back on. He approached a pile of records that were next to the armchair and picked one of them up. He then went to switch the records on the gramophone. After starting it up the music first seemed to go as it should normally, that is loud and annoying. Few seconds passed, the music screeched for a while and suddenly stopped completely. Beautiful silence.

"What the Hell happened?!" yelled Roger at the gramophone.

He started punching it in order to fix it.

'Your hands won't fix it, dear neighbour, but keep trying.' Woody only smiled while hearing it from the other room.

He continued his duty by pulling out his superglue and using it on the hunter's hat that he saw earlier. The whole inside of the hat was covered with sticky glue to which Woody commented on in his mind:

'Once Rottweiler puts on this hat, he might not be able to tear it off. But when he does, he will be even balder.'

The prankster then moved on to check the study, because the old gorilla still couldn't figure out the problem with his gramophone. In the room nothing had changed much, the heads of various animals were still a terrible sight to look at and the fish aquarium was empty. Only one new thing appeared there - a cabinet with 2 golden trophies.

"How much of your pride do you need to show, Rottweiler?" asked Woody knowing that his neighbour was too busy "hammering" his outdated music device.

Near the trophies he noticed a polish for glass with a piece of cloth. He realized he picked up some black shoe polish earlier, so he came up with an idea. He opened the bottle of the clear polish and poured the dark content in there. Usually when you mix black and white, you get grey, but with this case the polish turned into a stain maker instead.

"That's what you get for shooting all those hamsters and guinea pigs!" the young man commented.

Meanwhile Roger finally noticed the sturdy nail instead of soft needle on his gramophone. He didn't know why or how it got there, nevertheless he fixed it to his liking. He started up some new music, not so different from the last one, which pleased his ears (the only ones around). He then decided to have a smoke in his own house without even opening windows. He approached the armchair where he had his smoking pipe an the box with tobacco. After filling up the pipe with the powder from the box he lighted it. Before anyone could notice, the pipe exploded right in front of his face, covering it with black. To be fair, he did smoke, but not the way he intended.

"What the Hell happened?!" the old bear asked himself, more confused than minutes ago.

He actually assumed he took the wrong container, although there wasn't much point of switching them now that his pipe was broken from the explosion.

Woody was in bedroom when suddenly he heard the steps of his neighbour coming closer. He knew he had to hide, so he quickly slid under the bed. Luckily that didn't wake up sleeping Mort. Roger went to put the box of tobacco into his night table. Without any hesitation or dubiousness he entered study to go clean his precious trophies. Once he sprayed some polish on them, only after 10 seconds he realized that something was wrong. His face turned red and his ears almost produced steam.

"Aaaaaargh! My trophies! I didn't mean to make them dirty!"

While this circus was going on, Woody quietly sneaked into the balcony to check if anything was worth for a prank. All interesting he found was just a table with a small trumpet on it. Maybe he could blow into it very loudly to scare off his neighbour? But that would kind of expose him to great danger. Perhaps the old buffoon would blow on it later? That was the most likely thing to happen. The prankster remembered he picked up a balloon not long time ago. He grabbed the trumpet and tried to attach the balloon so it was hidden inside.

"Rottweiler is going to need a lot of puff to make any sound at all." the prankster smiled while putting the instrument to the original place.

He was about to leave the balcony, but through the window he already noticed the door from study opening. He hid himself in the corner behind a plant that was there, hoping the fatso wasn't planning to go there yet.

Rottweiler approached the wardrobe. His face showed some sign of suspicion and confusion. Perhaps he thought the nice elf was visiting him again. The good question was "where is he at this moment". After a half minute of looking around, he just assumed it couldn't get any worse. Oh, how wrong he was! He put on his hunter's hat and looked into the mirror, admiring his "handsome" look. Double wrong! He reached the box with medals to randomly pick one for his chest. This just proves that pride has taken over his mind. Suddenly a biting sound was heard - the so called "wake up from the fantasy". When Roger pulled out his hand from the box, he saw a vicious rat swallowing his entire hand! It wanted to bite into it, but its bad teeth didn't really do a good job at that. Either way, Rottweiler got terrified of the thing nomming on his arm, so he quickly tried to shake it off as fast as possible.

"Why is this happening to me?!" he yelled while struggling with the small animal.

Eventually he managed to throw it away. The rat only ran into its hole with disappointment that what it tasted wasn't cheese. The angry baldhead then wanted to remove his hat. Without hesitation he pulled it by the brim, only to tear it from the rest. The other half of the hat was stuck on his head.

"I've had enough!" he yelled with rage and tried to get rid of the last piece.

It just couldn't let go for some reason. Of course it was the glue, but Roger didn't know that. Finally he managed to remove it. Now fully furious he started looking around searching for the one responsible for all of this. He couldn't find anyone. Meanwhile Woody was giggling this entire time behind the plant.

Rottweiler then decided to leave the bedroom, making it a relief for our prankster. The host quietly moved from balcony to see where his neighbour would go. It turned out he went to the hall, making the living room empty once again. The young man got an idea of using his superglue on the records that he previously missed.

'This will end Rottweilers awful choice of music!' he thought to himself.

While he was preparing that, Roger approached the main door. He did the unexpected - he locked it! After that he proceeded to look around in the kitchen. Just when Woody finished his fine work, he heard the steps coming from the kitchen.

'Uh-oh! I don't have time to leave the room! I must hide somewhere. But where?!'

Panicked he decided to hide behind sofa - his only place to hide. Roger entered the living room and started to look around. First to the left, then to the right. It was quiet. Not even Woody's quick heartbeat could be heard.

'This is not good... He expects something to happen... If he finds me...'

Nothing seemed right for old oaf. He was about to go upstairs, but just when he was near the door, he decided to check something. He stopped near the sofa that was facing to the TV, so he didn't see the seat, only the back. He took a peek and...

"YOU?!" the loaf growled upon discovering him.

What followed after his line was Woody's gasp. The fear that got into the young man made his body shake and voice disappear. Now everything was clear. After all this time, that one naive bignose was behind every single broken, switched, glued and replaced thing! They looked at each other for a very short moment. The very first act Roger had in mind was to catch and beat him to death. The only obstacle was standing between those two - the sofa.

Roger reached out his arm, but Woody leaned back to avoid his dirty hand from grabbing him. The old oaf tried again, this time from one side of the sofa while still staying on one place. Just like before, the young man stayed away from the dangerous claws as far as possible, not leaving his spot. Anger only raised, as Roger tried to quickly catch him from the other side:

"GET OVER HERE!"

The large potato sack almost got him, yet Woody managed to avoid his grab while also finally getting his voice out. It was only his fearful scream. If only something interrupted the furious neighbour, but he couldn't just call for help. It was too risky, especially when it was already forbidden to Woody. The old man had no second thought, he jumped on the seat just to get closer to his defenseless neighbour. But even then his hand missed the target and the prankster started to run away. He headed towards the main door without looking back. The humorous show now turned into a horror movie with a twist - everything is real!

'The door is locked!' he was shocked to find out this quite unfortunate and chilling revelation once he reached it.

He was about to go to kitchen, but just when he opened the kitchen door, his sweater was grabbed by Roger. He was lifted by single arm so no more he could touch the ground with his feet. The sight of puffed and angry monstrous Rottweiler was too much for the poor guy who was shaking even more. He was lucky he didn't pass out yet…

"Gotcha, you little rascal! So it was you all this time" started Rottweiler prepared to beat up his small neighbour.

Woody wished he could call for help, however he wasn't able to say a single syllable. The fear of being punched for that was scaring him. His scream before was most likely heard by no one and who knows what was Joe and the crew doing at this moment.

"Look, how cowardly you are now. Yet you dare to visit my house? Playing stupid pranks?! What shall I do with you?" continued Roger pretending to be smarter.

He seemed like he was about to give Woody a thrashing by grabbing his sweater with the other hand, while the young man only covered his face desperately trying to protect himself.

"I would tear you up so hard, but that would be too easy."

Winning over a smart guy is rare, maybe that's why Roger acted like a wise judge. He now felt like to prove that only HE is the smartest in the whole world. He remembered of the misery he had to go through before, so he suggested:

"How about do all those things that you did to me, huh? How about brushing your teeth with a shoe brush? Or make you eat an old slipper? Or put you on bed with tacks? You sure will enjoy that…"

This only teased the weak neighbour, it didn't help that each suggestion came from his own ideas. He was regretting every single one of his choices that lead to this bad luck.

"Aah! Now I know" suddenly said Roger and took the young man to the basement.

He threw him on the ground as if he was a ragdoll. It all played out just like another nightmare - hopeless Woody about to be punished by evil Roger.

There was no escape.