A.N- So I leave practically the whole of the next chapter up to you all, and how do you repay me? By leaving it as a tie, putting me back into square 1. Last time I leave anything up to you again.... Nah I'm just kidding! So anyway, after racking my brains for two nights, while trying to do Romeo and Juliet coursework at the same time, this is what I came up with...
"Just who does he think he is? Ordering us around like that!" Alan complained as he dunked his sponge back into the bucket of soapy water.
"Dad. That's who." Gordon replied as he did the same.
As punishment for making an excuse for Fermat and Brains to take a holiday and go to the mainland for a week or so, Scott had ordered the two youngest Tracy's to clean both Thunderbird 1 and 2, and if they refused he would tell their dad about what they had done. Alan and Gordon were, understandably, not too pleased, as Scott had said nothing when John and Virgil talked Onaha and Kyrano into taking a holiday, and they decided revenge was in order.
"Gordon you okay? You seem quiet," Alan asked, looking away from what he was doing for a second.
"Yeah I'm fine Al, I'm just thinking that's all" Gordon replied thoughtfully.
"Well don't hurt yourself" Alan grinned and took at step back to admire his and Gordon's work. "You could eat your dinner off her," he said proudly, looking at the shiny green Thunderbird stood before him. "We're free to go now"
Gordon nodded and yawned. "What time is it?"
Alan looked down at his watch and his eyes widened in disbelief. "Midnight..." he replied.
"Damnit. I bet they're all asleep..." Gordon thought out loud, crossing his arms.
"What did you have planned?" Alan asked with a grin.
"It doesn't matter, come on, let's just get to bed, there's always tomorrow" Gordon said and starting walking. Alan followed obediently. When they got to the house, Scott was sat at the kitchen table with a tub of ice cream sat in front of him, and a big spoon is his right hand.
"Mint choc chip?" Gordon asked with a smirk.
Scott turned round, surprised to see his two brothers stood there. "Eh? No...chocolate brownie..." Scott said and frowned. "What are you two still doing up?"
"Duh! You ordered us both to clean yours and Virgi's Thunderbirds!" Alan shouted.
"Oh yeah...well go to bed before I tell Dad" Scott said and pushed the empty bacardi bottle that Gordon had noticed further away from him.
"You tell Dad and we'll just tell him how much you've drunk" Gordon replied with a smug grin.
"It is legal for me to drink you know" Scott replied, pointing his finger at the two of them. "Now get to bed"
"You best get to bed soon too, or we really will tell Dad" Alan replied. "Come on Gordo"
Gordon shot a warning look at Scott, he replied the gesture with a drunken look, and then followed Alan upstairs. When he reached the top he grabbed Alan by the arm and pulled him into his room.
"Ow! What was that for?" Alan asked, confused, rubbing his arm where Gordon had grabbed him.
"Quit winging. We can still get Scott back," Gordon said, excitedly.
"Okay, so what are we gonna do?" Alan asked, intrigued.
Gordon explained his plan to Alan, talking so fast Alan could just about make out what Gordon was saying.
When Gordon had finished, Alan grinned from ear to ear. "That sounds like a great plan! But where are we gonna get that kind of stuff from?"
"I got it just after dinner while you were getting the buckets and the sponges, I was thinking all throughout dinner and I just needed to plan out how to go about it while we were cleaning up the 'Birds" Gordon explained, opening his wardrobe and taking out two buckets. Downstairs noises could be heard of Scott throwing up.
"Gee he must have drunk a lot...he's got the best alcohol tolerance than all of us" Gordon said, passing one of the buckets to Alan. "Hurry up before he comes upstairs."
The two youngest Tracy brothers made their way to Scott's bedroom. Gordon set the one bucket on top of Scott's door, while Alan emptied the contents of the other bucket on Scott's bed.
"Won't he notice if he turns the light on?" Alan asked after he had finished.
"Nah he's completely out of it, he wouldn't notice if the room was full of light and that was bright orange" Gordon explained, pointing to what was on Scott's bed.
"Yeah I guess.... come on hurry up I think I can hear him coming upstairs," Alan said urgently and the two of them raced out of Scott's room and into Gordon's.
Scott slowly made his way up stairs, each step feeling like a mile's walk. He finally reached the top and swung his bedroom door open, longing for his soft bed. The bucket on top of his door came crashing down onto his head, covering him with water. Scott cried out in both surprise and pain, removing the bucket from his head and setting it down on the floor. "Ugh...those brats" he muttered. Put simply, he felt like hell and just wanted to get to sleep, not caring whether he was wet or not. Having just enough energy to kick his trainers off and climb into bed, Scott fell asleep in seconds, not even noticing the flour on his bed.
The next morning, John and Virgil were in the kitchen flipping pancakes, whilst Alan and Gordon were coving the finished ones in syrup, when Scott walked in. His hair was matted with white flour, and sticking up all over the place, and he was still wearing his clothes from the day before, which were also covered. Alan and Gordon tried to stifle their laughter while John and Virgil just stood there, with a look of shock and amusement on their faces.
Scott sent death glares to both Alan and Gordon. "If I didn't feel as if my head was about to split in two, I would come over there and pin you down by your throats until you apologised." He said bluntly. Taking a deep breath in, he spoke again. "Now I'm going to take a shower, while you two clean my room up, and if there's a speck of flour or a drop of water in there the next time I come in then you can face the consequences."
Alan and Gordon grinned at each other when Scott turned and left, while John and Virgil laughed quietly and got back to making the pancakes.
"Definitely worth it" Alan said to Gordon later on while they were stripping Scott's bed sheets off.
A.N- So there you have it! A little longer than my chapters usually are, as requested. Please review, and if you have any ideas for pranks please tell me, and I'll do my best to fit them in. So long for now!