Hello! I have an apology to make about the last story. I know it's pretty crappier than the rest but there was no help for it. But one thing for sure, this one's FUNNIE!

PS: ok, I have NO IDEA what your review means Horselover101 but I'm assuming it's a compliment about my story.

Miss Dash

It was the day after Dash's last prank. Helen was scrubbing the dough (flour+waterdough) off the floor, Dash was snoozing and Violet was waiting for a phone call to the mall from one of her friends. "It's just gotta ring, it has to!" Violet paced around the phone. "I need to stock up on some make-up for my next attack!"

Bring, bring, br-

"Excellent, let's go!" Violet said excitedly into the phone.

"Er, what?" A man's voiced asked.

Violet's face fell. "Oh, sorry," She apologised. "So…"

"Well, yes, anyways," The man coughed, then continued. "I received a phone call from Mr Timbers and he-"

"I'm sorry," Violet interrupted. "I think you have the wrong number. I don't know anybody called Mr Timbers."

"Oh, sorry ma'am" He hung up. Violet placed the phone on the stand and resumed pacing. No sooner than 3 minutes, the phone rung again.

Violet picked it up eagerly. "Don't worry, I won't bring "The Motorcycle (a.k.a. Dash)" with us."

"Motorcycle?" The caller asked. It was a shrill voice from an old lady.

"Oh, uh, just talking to my-my, my manager!" Violet blurted out.

The old lady seemed to consider this phrase, then continued talking in that shrill voice that Violet covered her ears. "Well then, I was wondering if I could talk to Mr Timbers about my-"

"I'm sorry," Violet said. "You've got the wrong number."

"Oh," She hung up.

The next 3 calls were for Mr Timbers again. After saying that they had the wrong number, Violet slammed the phone down. "Geez, what's with this Mr Tinder guy?" She then flung herself down on her bed and flicked the TV on.

"And zee new fashionable powders are so 'oh la la!'" Some French idiot guy said to the crowd. "And look, Meester Timbers' new wigs are so fabulous! C'est $7.99 plus tax!" He cried.

Violet's ears pricked. Powders? Wigs? "Yeah! Whoo-hoo!" She screamed and jumped up. Quickly, she grabbed the phone book and flipped through the pages. Finally, she found Mr Timbers' address. Violet dialled eagerly and waited.

A lady answered. "Mr Timbers' Fashionable Grunge, Secretary."

"Hey, I need some jumbo make-up, can I buy some stuff?" Violet asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry," The lady apologised. "All the stuff is right now being modeled at the Metroville Studio. You can buy them over there."

"Okay, where is it?"

The lady told Violet where to go and Violet grabbed her purse and ran all the way there. Inside was crammed with people trying to see the new purses now being modeled. Violet pushed her way through the crowd and spotted the French guy hosting the show. "Look at zee lovely green purse! Isn't it fantastique?"

The crowd ooohed and ahhhed as a teenager walked onto the stage swinging a leather green bag. Violet shoved a couple people to make room and ran to the place where the stuff were being sold. "Hello," She panted slightly.

The man running it looked up. "Yes, kiddo?"

"Can I get some make-up?"

"Sure thing, kiddo!"

Violet looked at him strangely. "Okay, where do you have it?"

He jerked his thumb at a black curtain. "Inside there, kiddo!"

"Right," Violet practically ran away from the kiddo saying guy. Inside were hundreds of make-up, clothes, purses, shoes, wigs…

After paying for them all, Violet went home. "You're finally back!" Helen exclaimed, then scrunched her nose. "Why do you have lots of make-up?"

"Uh, dance party at school, gotta look good!" Violet ducked behind her mom's arm and went to her room. There she dumped the stuff on her bed and waited for the evening.

When her alarm clock rang at 12:00 am, Violet grabbed all her make-up, plus some of her mom's dresses and curlers, and pushed open Dash's door. He had kicked over his blanket, pushed off his pillow and fell off his bed and slept on his books. Violet carefully screwed open a powder and applied some on his cheek.

It was 12:34 am when Violet finished putting on lipstick, lip gloss, lip pencil, 3 girly shades of powder, smoothed over his eyelids with thick, blue eye shadow, curled his eyelashes very long, zipped up the frilly dress over Dash's clothes (which he forgot to change out of), stuffed 2 make-up full, purses into his backpack along with other girly stuff in it, painted his finger nails shocking pink and toe nails crimson red, sprayed rose perfume on him, put on a long, shiny brown wig over his spiky, blond hair (which she curled it in case the wig fell off), snapped on fake earrings with ruby stones on it and put tons of accessories on. Then she snapped 2 photos of him like a girl, inserted them into a golden locket and fastened it around his neck. And just for extra measure, she dyed Dash's real hair hot pink (it said that the dye was supposed to wear off after 1 week). Violet took about 67 more pictures of him to keep and share with her friends.

In the morning, Dash woke up, unaware that he was in Helen's dress and without glancing at the mirror, he snatched his backpack and raced downstairs. Dash took a bite of his toast, then spitted it out in disgust. "Mom!" He called out. "This toast tastes like you put invisible lip gloss over it!"

"Don't be picky, Dash!" Helen answered from the laundry room. Dash stared at his breakfast. Disgusting but better than nothin'. He thought, then wolfed down his toast and opened the door to the laundry room.

"Mom, where's my gym clothes?" He asked her.

Helen turned around. "That's just it, I can't f-" She stopped dead, staring at the girl Dash.

"I've got them, mom!" Violet handed the bag containing Dash's "gym clothes" (she switched it to a white skirt and pink tank top). "I thought you might misplace them so I did his laundry." She told the gaping statue Helen.

"Right, thanks, Violet." Dash grabbed the bag and ran to pick up his backpack. Before he put on his shoes though, Violet started a conversation so Dash would be distracted and wear the wrong shoes. Sure enough, Dash slipped his manicured toes into high boots that belonged to Violet (which she would never wear, no matter how desperate she was).

"Can I take a picture of you?" Violet asked, bringing out her camera.

Dash, who was strapping his backpack on, shrugged. She snapped about 3 dozen photos and ran off, barely able to hide the giggling. Dash ran off to school in no time. When the bell ran, he entered the school. A couple of boys stared at Dash (who they thought was a girl) and one even smiled at him. Dash just cringe in disgust and ran off.

When he opened the door to class, which unfortunately was Mr Krop's class, everybody, including the teacher, were stunned by Dash's appearance (all of them aren't that dense because they recognised the nose of Dash's). Dash, however, thought that they were wondering if he was gonna pull a funny prank on Mr Krop (although they had no proof it was him) and he sure was going to.

"Dash," Mr Krop recovered from his surprise. "Halloween isn't until October!"

"Even a dumb kid would know that." Dash scoffed.

"Then tell me why you are dressed up." The teacher cried. "Unless you're dumb!"

Dash stared at him. What the hell was his problem?

"Dash," One of his pals got up, took a mirror from Mr Krop's desk and showed Dash his appearance. His jaw dropped.

"HOLLY MOTHER OF GOD!" Dash yelled, then ran to the bathroom. In there, he took a good look at him again, then ripped off the wig but underneath that was his curly pink hair.

"Violet," He growled. Then he had an idea. Dash jammed the wig onto his head and ran back to his class. He opened the door, ran at top speed, switched all his make-up, wig, clothes, shoes etc, then ran out of the class again.

Everybody laughed super hard at Mr Krop. He looked funnier that Dash. He smirked at his teacher, then ran to the bathroom to get rid of the hair dye, perfume, nail polish and the curls in his hair. First, he used nail polish remover which he found some after a speedy detour in the girl's bathroom. Then, Dash turned on the shower in the gym changing room to get rid of the fumes the rose perfume did. It also slightly straightened the curls in his hair. But the only problem was the hair dye. It stuck onto his hair and wouldn't come off.

After hard scrubbing, Dash gave up and stared at his pink, slightly crimpled hair. Then an idea came to him. He grabbed an orange cap he had and jammed it on. It covered his new hair Violet made. Then Dash walked back to class and watched Mr Krop wonder why his class was laughing so hard.

Dash skipped gym because of Violet's new stock of clothes and when he came home with his mom's dress and his sister's boots (Mr Krop threw them in the trash then he found out what he was wearing, thanks to the principal who told him), Dash asked his mom on how to get rid of the dye.

"I'm sorry, honey but I gotta concentrate on what I'm doing or you'll be eating ashes for dinner." Helen returned to cooking.

Dash stormed into Violet's room and stuck his face in front of Violet's. "Eek!" She scrambled away. "Dash!" She yelled. "Haven't you ever heard about knocking before coming in?"

"How the heck do you get this hair dye out?" Dash swiped the cap off and pointed to what was left of his hair. Violet tried not to giggle much.

"Just let it wear off. The label said it was going to be about 1 week!"

"A week!" Dash cried. "A week means I have to go to school with pink hair for about 5 days!"

Violet just shrugged and continued watching a girly show, or as Dash called it. While he stared at his hair, he thought of another prank:

Who: The Filthy Flower (Violet)

What: Pull pranks on her. That's pranks. It's got a plural at the end!

Where: Anywhere, do you have to have specific places?

When: Just before her date with Toooonny!

Why: For dressing me like a girl! Damn her!

How: Just plan a bunch of stuff, she can't complain, well, actually, I hope she does complain so it's a really good comeback!

Note: Good, eh? I really like it! It's pretty funny but the next one's better!