Let's see, how should I describe this prank...ah, never mind. Just read for yourself.

Responses:

doubledude: I don't know...maybe next time, I will.

Nintendo Nut1: 'Muder'? Okay, but learn to spell.

Tweedle Dumbass: Thank you. There will be more pranks like that in the future.

Anters: Thanks.

Blissey: Pichu should be after this prank.

"Hey, Yoshi..." Falco Lombardi was knocking on the door on the green dino's room under the cover of the night in order to prevent Fox from overhearing his plea. "Yoshi, you awake?"

"Uh..." Yoshi skulked over to the door and opened it, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "Falco? What are you doing, it's only four in the morning..."

"I 'ad to wake up early 'cause I have a request."

"Oh, and that is...?" Yoshi asked irritably. He was only like that if he didn't get enough sleep.

"Here, I want you to prank Fox for me, a'ight?" Yoshi's eyes lit up.

"I shall see what I can do...but I'll need your help..." Falco snapped up at this.

"What could I possibly do?" Falco asked Yoshi skeptically

"Well, first off, you can have Slippy make me this device..."

"Man, Falco was rather nice about this..." Fox replied, standing before the doors of the Starlight Hampton Hotel, one of the ritziest in the Grand Metropolis. "I wonder..."

Flashback: Breakfast, four hours ago

"Man, this is boring..." Fox muttered, shoving a piece of toast in his mouth. "I don't feel like fighting today...I don't know why."

"I hear that." Krystal replied. "After a few weeks here, you get tired of fighting after a while."

"I love to help, Fox, but General Pepper says there's no need for the Star Fox troupe to move out just yet." Slippy noted. "Enemy activity has dropped to an all-time low in the Lylat System."

"That's not too surprising, actually..." Fox replied. "The aparoids are dead, Andross is dead, Oikonny is dead...it's nice to have peace, but I need action every now and again, you know?"

"Yes, but hand-to-hand combat gets boring after a while..." Slippy replied.

"I know...I just want something to do..." Krystal replied, and all three of them just sighed. Falco chose this moment to waltz up to their table, his face as emotionless as ever. "Oh, hey, Falco, what's up?"

"By the way, when are you going to pick up that device for-mmph!" He shoved a piece of toast into Slippy's mouth, whispering:

"Shh! Fox isn't supposed to know!" Slippy quickly nodded in understanding.

"What was that?" Fox asked.

"Nothing..." Falco replied, a big toothy grin spreading across his features. Fox was skeptical; Falco rarely flashed a slight smile, much less a toothy grin. Falco saw this, and his face abruptly became its usual emotionless mask. "What's up?" he asked cockily.

"Not too much..." Fox muttered. "What's with you, huh?"

"Well, I got a ticket for one of those wine-tasting events." Slippy and Krystal just stared at Falco, as if to say, 'Lucky stiff...', but Falco said, "Frankly, I have no need for this, so, here you go, Fox." He handed the vulpine a silver and blue ticket for a wine-tasting event at the Starlight Hampton Hotel in the Grand Metro.

"Hmm... 'If you are not of the evil marshmallow alliance...'" Fox sweatdropped. He continued reading, "'If not, then come and crush a cup of wine.'"

"That sounds interesting..." Krystal said.

"Yeah, I heard that some of the best wine is served at these parties..." Slippy said.

"If it's that interesting, I'll go!" Fox announced. "I'll be some to bring back a few bottles for you all, though."

"Okay..." Falco said, snickering mentally. God, this would be good.

Stepping into the reception hall of the elegant hotel, Fox noticed three tables arranged in a U-shape with several chairs and buckets of ice at various points. He also saw a bellman standing nearby and acting as a waiter for the wine serving. Fox flashed his ticket.

"Ah, you must be Falco Lombardi."

"Actually, Falco gave me his ticket." Fox corrected. "I'm Fox McCloud."

"Oh, my apologies. Follow me," he directed. Fox was lead to one of the chairs nearby that faced the far table, near a bucket of ice. Upon closer inspection, Fox discovered a bottle of red wine left in it to cool. Waiting for the other people, he watched the bellman place a wood microphone stand upon the table adjacent to him. He watched as several vases of flowers were also placed in the vicinity of the podium. A noise sounded behind him, and he turned to see the door open, admitting several people into the room, including a wealthy businessman and an old person. They settled themselves around the room in an orderly fashion. Soon the bellman walked back into the room, this time with a woman who acted as their hostess for the afternoon. "Excuse me! Please divert your attention to Mrs. Laverham."

"Thank you for your time and patience." Mrs. Laverham said. "James Woodworth has been one of the most reputable wine salesmen in the past year, and he has taken to using his fortune to open up a wine bar like this." Fox was now confused and asked her something.

"Wait, are they going to serve wine like this at these wine bars?"

"Yes." The hostess continued. "It's like the way they serve coffee at Starbucks, except it's wine instead of coffee we're serving. Anyway, James is very happy that you could make it, and he will join you later for the wine-tasting."

"That's nice..." Fox said.

"Um, but there is one thing: he's recently had some jaw surgery, and he's a bit self-conscious about how he looks." Mrs. Laverham finished. "So be kind, be sensitive, and above all, be...um...tact about what you're doing." She left the room and also left the guests to their own devices.

"Jaw surgery?" Fox asked a guest

"That sounds funny." the guest said. No sooner had he said that, the hostess, Mrs. Laverham, walked back inside with a cart holding some type of weird device on it. Fox was about to ask what it was for when Yoshi, wearing a Hugo Boss suit and a silver wig with makeup, walked in. He had a piece of metal shaped like a giant square inserted into his mouth, and fitted it in such a way that it looked like he really had jaw surgery recently. Fox just stared.

"Holy crap...that sucks." Fox wretched a bit when he saw some drool rolling down the side of his mouth.

"MEH!" Yoshi said, but noticed drool on the side of his mouth. He walked over to the weird machine Mrs. Laverham had set out earlier and pulled the hose from it, sticking it into his mouth. He turned it on and let the saliva get swallowed up into the hose.

"So that's what that machine does." Fox said.

"MEH!" Yoshi said, albeit forcefully, waving his arms about.

"He says he welcomes you." Mrs. Laverham said. "He wants you all to relax and enjoy yourselves."

"How do you understand him?" Fox whispered to himself as Yoshi seated himself next to the speaker's podium.

"MEH!" Yoshi said again. Hey, it's tough for you to speak if you have a weird metal device in your mouth other than braces! This time, the bellman, Darwin, had several wine glasses with him on a sterling silver platter. "MEH GUH MEH!"

"Say what?" Fox asked.

"He's passing out wine glasses so you can taste whatever's in the buckets of ice." Darwin explained.

"Oh." After being given a glass, Fox reached over and pulled out the bottle of red wine from the nearby ice bucket and helped himself to some, filling it only halfway. He watched Yoshi fill the cup all the way and frowned. "Drinking that much in one setting? Oy..."

"Now, try to savor the wine before you drink it." Darwin said. "First, smell the wine. Swirl it around the cup."

"What's the point of this?" Fox asked as he swirled it around. He swirled it too much, though, and several drops flew out of the cup and onto the pants of the man next to him.

"Hey, watch it, you jerk-ass!"

"Look who's talking..." Fox muttered under his breath. His train of thought was derailed when Darwin called everyone's attention to the front of the room, where Yoshi was.

"The owner would like a few words to everyone as some thanks for coming to this important event."

"That's nice..." Fox said, sipping at his wine.

"MEH!" Yoshi squeaked. He pointed at Fox, and then drank some wine. However, he couldn't swallow it all and ended up spitting out the excess into a bucket nearby. Fox wretched, and Darwin told Fox that Yoshi wanted to talk to him. Fox just shrugged and walked over to where Yoshi was sitting near the front

"Okay, um...hello, Mr. Woodworth."

"GUH!"

"What? I can't understand you..." Fox balefully asked.

"MEH GUH!"

"What?"

"MEH!" Yoshi pointed to the machine, and Fox understood. He removed the hose from the strange machine and stuck it in his mouth, draining away the excess saliva. Fox nearly puked.

"Eew...that's just sick."

"GUH!" Yoshi pointed to the hose, and Fox turned away.

"Hell, no! I ain't touching that again!" Yoshi looked miffed at this comment. He removed the hose and stuck it back on the machine, drool dripping from aforementioned hose. Fox was disgusted.

"I need to be going back now..."

"MEH!" Fox sat down at his place, disgusted and retching from even touching the accursed saliva machine.

"Why did I have to do that...?" He noticed that the other guests were having as rough as he had; some couldn't understand what Yoshi was saying, some had to look away as he drank more wine and spit it out, and some even had the misfortune of sticking the hose in his mouth. Fox just sat at his place and drank some wine to wash away his troubles.

"Man, this guy is one hell of a nut job..." Fox noted.

"You said it." A nearby guest replied.

"Yep..." Some of the guests were in general agreement with this comment, and Yoshi did not like it. He immediately commenced at hurling a bottle of wine at Fox's head and nailing him in the skull, wine gushing forth and dousing the vulpine in it..

"Augh! You!" Fox pointed threateningly.

"It was him!" a guest yelled, pointing at a well-dressed gentleman in the lobby.

"What just happened?" Darwin asked, stumbling back inside while carrying a wine glass.

"Mr. Woodworth just threw a wine bottle at me!" Fox yelled. Yoshi responded by looking up and whistling innocently.

"But he's not doing anything right now...are you okay or something?" Fox just sighed in defeat and sulked in his chair as Mrs. Laverham walked in.

"We just completed the deal with Brendan Enterprises, so we should have a new store opening up here!"

"That's good." A guest replied. "I need some wine in the morning instead of coffee."

"Really?" Fox asked.

"Yep..." a second guest replied. "Personally, I get all zonked out if I don't have my wine in the morning."

"Suit yourself..." Fox said.

"Um...is Mr. Woodworth supposed to do that?" a third guest asked. Fox turned, and his jaw dropped. Yoshi had stuck the bottle in his mouth and guzzling down the contents. This caused some element of drunkenness and caused him to act nutty, to say the least. He tossed the empty against the wall of the hotel, grabbed another bottle, and said, "WEEEH!"

"Uh-oh..." Fox said. "I think he's drunk..."

"He is..." a fourth guest said, shaking her head in wonder. "People like him stain the good reputation wine has..."

"Wine has a good rep?" a fifth guest questioned.

"Shut up..." Meanwhile, Darwin and Mrs. Laverham had some difficulty trying to help Yoshi up. However, no one actually thought it was an elaborate acting skit. Yoshi managed to stand, only to fall over and land with his legs on the table. Darwin and Mrs. Laverham tried again, but Yoshi slumped onto the podium and yelled into the microphone. "SQUEEE!"

"Oh, god, help us..." Fox muttered, covering his ears.

"Make it stop!" a guest yelled.

"GUH!" Yoshi didn't exactly take that too lightly. He stumbled over to where the guest was and tripped onto the poor guy, slathering drool and warm wine all over the guy. Fox looked on in horror as the guest screamed bloody murder and fainted on the spot. "GUH!"

"AUGH! GET ME AWAY FROM THE DRUNKEN STIFF!" Fox screamed, stumbled out of the chair and ran over to the hotel door. Unfortunately, you needed to pull the door instead of push, so Fox slammed face-first into the door and fell over, stunned and disoriented. "Ouch...am I going to die?" Fox then heard a weird sound from Yoshi, and he realized it was a gurgling chuckle. "What's so funny?"

"GOO!" With that, Yoshi pulled the metal device out of his mouth. "Man, that was good!"

"Yoshi!" Fox stuttered in disbelief. "You little-"

"Ah, ah, ah!" Yoshi said tauntingly. "There's a camera there, and a camera there, and a camera there..."

"Damn, I let my guard down..." Fox muttered. "Heh, but you win...for now."

"What does that mean?"

"I am actually impressed by this prank, although elaborate..." Fox said. "I hope you don't pull another on me, though."

"I won't!" Yoshi squeaked.

Well, well. That's the end of this prank. Tell me what you think, and may God rest you merry!
Gamer21