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Chapter Three
A year and three months passed since the twins first prank and they were now four. A couple of months after their third birthday, Mrs. Weasley had another baby. This time it was a little girl, and her name was Ginny. She was a good baby unlike Ron, who is still a crybaby, well, the twins think so only because he cries every time they poke him in the eye or push him down.
"He has to cry over da dumbes' tings." George complained.
"Well, I'm sure poking someone in da eye or pushing dem to da ground doesn't hurt one bit." Percy said sarcastically. "So that really does make him a cry baby." He rolled his big eyes and stormed out of their room annoyed at Fred and George's stupidity.
"Percy needs a spanking." George said after Percy was out of earshot.
"No, time for anoder prank." Fred smiled.
"But remember last time?" George refreshed Fred's memory.
"What time?" Fred asked looking confused.
"We tried to put da bug in dad's bed but he was in it."
"Yea, I thought it would be safer if we did it at night so he wouldn't see us." Fred started to laugh.
"Dat wasn't smart." George crossed his arms. "You should have known he would be in it."
"You were with me." Fred argued.
"Oh shush!" George smacked his twin right across the back of his ginger colored head. Fred's long soft hair flew into his eyes.
"Hey!" Fred then jumped onto his brother and held him down on the hard ground. They started to laugh and wrestle for only a couple of seconds when their dear mother started to scream at them.
"FRED, GEORGE, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" She was standing at the foot of the stairs waving a soup-covered wooden spoon in her hands and she had a messy apron on.
"Uh oh!" The twins gasped. The quickly got up and stumbled towards the stairs. They looked down at their scolding mother and there faces went pale.
"Yes mum?" They said at the same time.
"What do you two think you're doing?" She asked without her face looking any different then the scold she was just wearing.
"We were jus' playing mum." Fred explained.
"Yea, dat's all." George said.
"Well, I do not like what I hear. Come down here right now. Its time for dinner anyway, and I want you two to set the table for me." She then stomped back into the kitchen.
"But, we don't know how." Fred complained.
"We never done it before." George tagged behind his twin down the stairs and into the steamy kitchen.
"I don't want to hear it. You two are old enough to do it yourselves now. Learn!" She then handed them the right utensils and pushed them towards the clean wooden table. "Now!"
They reached up and dropped the silverware down and walked over to the cabinet for the napkins.
"I tink dis would be a good time to do dat prank to dad." Fred said.
"Do you want to do it to dad or Nasty Perfect Percy?" George smiled.
"Bofh!"
"Yea!" They both started to snicker.
"What are you two laughing about?" Said their eldest brother Bill, who was ten.
"Noffing." They both went pale. Bill gave them a confused look and just walked off to help their mum dish out the drinks and plates.
George pulled down the bag of napkins and placed them on the table.
"Ok, now what do we do?" Fred asked.
"I guess we put da napkins down first." George said with confusion.
"Sounds right." Fred started throwing napkins randomly in front of every seat. Then his freckle covered face lit up. "I have a good idea!" He whispered.
"What!" George tried to keep his excited voice down as low as he could.
"I'll be right back." Fred ran towards the stairs. "Jus' finish settin' da table for me."
"Ok." George looked confused. Then he started to throw knives, forks, and spoons all over the table where he thought they should go.
Moments later, Fred came skipping back into the kitchen and up to his twin.
"Did you finish setting da table?" He asked.
"Yes." George said. "But mum was not happy. She said it looked like a tornado went through da table."
"Dat bad?" Fred asked with a surprised look on his face.
"Yea!" George frowned. "Hey, what did you go get?"
"String!" He smiled. "Go distract mum for me."
"For what?"
"So I can set up our new prank, duh!" Fred let out a deep sigh.
"Ok." George said. "What are you gonna do?"
"You'll see at dinner."
"Ok." Then George scurried over to his mum, who was deep into her cooking.
A/N: Sorry about the cliffhanger and how short it was! I will try to post the next chapter ASAP and make it longer! I hope you liked it. Please review on your way out! Thank you!