Hey readers! What's up? Anyways, this is my 3rd chappie and sorry for not updating that much. Stupid badminton classes got in the way! Dyu123'll support me! But that's all I have to say so enjoy the chap!

Dessert Time

"Bye, Vi," Sierra called from the door.

"Yeah, and thanks for that, er, interesting party!" Riley added.

Violet watched them go without regret. For the rest of the night, they kept on giggling about diapers and boys, particularly Joe. I will so get Dash for that. She thought.

After they left, Violet went to her room to get some more sleep. The girls talked all through the night and laughed so loud, Violet was sure the next door neighbours could hear right through the wall. In the hall, she crashed into Dash.

"What time is it?" He mumbled and yawned.

"Oh, you hadn't missed breakfast yet, it's 7:46am." Violet entered her room. Dash stared after her. Why isn't she all mad at me? He asked himself. Ah, well, she must have short term memory loss! Dash went into his room to sleep for a little while.

"Ugh!" Violet cried in disgust. "Why did I become so nice to him?" She pondered loudly. It's because you don't want him to realize your ice cream plan is working. Her mind answered. This was true, so Violet decided to go to the bathroom for some non-toxic shaving cream.

In the bathroom, Violet had found a small bottle of non-toxic shaving cream. Perfect! She cheered inside of herself. Violet made to leave the bathroom but stopped and stared at the bottle again. It said:

Shaving Cream!

Completely useful to long beards and moustaches the size of a giraffe
Non-Toxic

Everything was fine except the label; it had a big "Shaving Cream" smacked right in the middle. "Hey Vi, you in there?" She jumped. Dash was knocking on the door.

"Uh, yeah, come in?" She stowed the bottle away. Dash entered the bathroom.

"What are you doing here?" His eyes fell on the shaving cream which Violet realized was sticking out of the cupboard she hid it in. "Are you shaving?"

"No, go away," She snapped.

"Right," Dash mumbled and went to the kitchen. "Oh, and breakfast is on the table."

"Okay," Violet called out and grabbed the bottle. At school there would be some paint.

Couple hours later…

"Hi mom!" Violet rushed into the room and hugged Helen. Inside her backpack was the bottle. It now read:

Whipping Cream!

Delicious and Low Fat
Note: Put on tons to catch the flavour!

Violet had added the note so Dash would eat lots of it. "Can we have ice cream?" She asked.

"Okay," Helen said slowly. "But why do you want ice cream? You and Dash are always complaining that the sundae keeps on melting before your stomach can reach them!"

"Well, that was before!" Violet added hastily. While Helen searched in the fridge for some ice cream, Violet sneaked the bottle on the self. "Hey, Dash!" She called out to him. "Ice cream,"

Dash's ears perked up. Ice cream? "Coming!" He replied and paused his alien game.

In the kitchen, Helen noticed the whipping cream. "I had no idea we still had some." She reached out for the can and gave it to Violet. "Here, you have it. I don't particularly like cream."

"Where's dad?" Violet asked. Helen sighed.

"He's coming back at 7." She answered.

Violet eyed her warily. "Are you sure he's not, well-"

"Saving the world?" Helen finished with a laugh. "No, we got a letter about it a week ago so it was obviously planned (sorry for the lack of excitement in this part, I swear it gets better!)."

"Here I am!" Dash ran into the kitchen. "Where's the ice cream?"

"I'll be taking a bath, you kids eat." Helen left the room.

Violet picked up the "whipping cream" and handed it over to Dash. "I'm going on a diet, you have it."

"Huh?" Dash asked. "It says 'low fat'!"

Whoops! She forgot there was 'low fat' on the can! "I don't trust them." Violet said quickly.

"Right," Dash poured out huge amounts out. Labelled or not, Dash puts tons of cream on. Violet watched eagerly. Dash scooped up some ice cream with large amounts of shaving cream on. He put it in his mouth.

There was a split second where he munched on it. Then, slowly, his face turned purple. "Bleh!" He spitted out the cream and started running around like a headless chicken. "Call 911…what kinda ice cream is this…must brush my teeth…soap, lots of soap…where's the toothpaste when you need it? Hey!" He stopped and stared at Violet, who was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Something wasn't right. "What is in the can?"

Violet smirked at him. "Caught on, have you?" She scraped off the paint so Dash could read clearly. His jaw dropped.

"I've been fed shaving cream?" He cried and ran off, so concentrated to get away from the bottle that Dash didn't realize that he ran into a wall. "Uh, this is not the bathroom!" When Dash ran into the right room and started desperately scrubbing his teeth, he was furious about the good prank Violet pulled. So she hasn't got short term memory loss. In his mind, the next plan was formed:

Who: My favourite sister! NOT!

What: Pour water on her, she needs a bath anyways!

Where: On a hard floor or mom'll kill me (although if she did, Violet can't get revenge on me!)

When: In the kitchen when Violet is wearing something dark (don't wanna see through her clothes, that's just wrong!)

Why: For that disgusting dessert, I swear it was poisoned!

How: Just need to say that I can stick this glass of water to the wall with a pin. Then I'll "accidentally" drop the pin and asked Violet to pick it up. When she's bent down, dump the water on her! Then run!

There, it was perfect. Dash thought. This'll do the trick and if I do it before Monday, I can tell everybody about it…

Note: What cha think? Sorry this story was slow and I'm trying to speed up the process. Unfortunately, stupid badminton got in the way with ATR Senior (Annoying, Tin can, Retard is ATR)