Here's my next chapter and I'm sorry it took a while; I'm having a major writer's block!

Payback Time!

It was the next day after Violet and Tony's mess-up date but they still were a hot couple after Violet apologising.

Dash was mopping up the dust he planted there for his latest prank while Violet was trying to concentrate on doing her math. "'The product of 23 and x plus 5x to the power of 2 equals to 3,'" She said, chewing on her pencil.

"I just can't concentrate," Violet switched to Science. "'If the graduated cylinder B has 43 mL and after adding a rubber stopper in, what-oh, forget it!" She tossed the text book away and started dreaming off, staring at a blank wall.

If I could only throw Dash into a garbage can, that would be good. "Wait," She snapped her fingers together. "That's it!" Violet snatched a piece of loose leaf and started scribbling her next plan on it.

Who: My ex-brother, Dash

What: Do a series of pranks on him (must make sure a garbage can is involved!)

Where: Anywhere, does it matter right now?

When: Soon, very soon!

Why: For ruining my date, die Dash! DIE!

How: Somehow!

Excellent! She tiptoed off to put her plan in action.

Note: And yes, that's the end! Goodbye!

Another Note: Okay, fine, I was lying! Ahem, on with the story!

Meanwhile…

Dash was being caution on where he was going this time. He was pretty sure that Violet would try her best to trip him after he ruined her date with this Tony (what a git he is! I can't see how Violet's interested into this guy. Tony's a #&($#&!)$!-ok, ok, calm down Dash, calm down! Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath-oh, who needs this stuff?). Suddenly, Violet bounced next to him all smiling and everything. "Hey there! Need something? Cup of coffee, iced tea, champagne?

He stared at her, slightly suspicious. "Are you feeling ok, Violet?"

Violet rolled her eyes. "Of course, so do you want iced tea or something?"

"Sure," Dash said, squinting into her eyes as if determined to find her plan somewhere in her eyes but Violet just brought out a jug of iced tea and poured some into a misty-looking (everybody, misty-looking glasses should NOT be drunk from!) fancy glass.

"Here," She offered, holding it out for him.

"Thanks," He took it and then started looking it over, checking in case it was poisoned. Seeing how suspicious he was, Violet smiled and got out a plain glass, poured some iced tea in it and drank it.

"Delicious, isn't it?" Violet said, smacking her lips.

Dash thought that if she drank some iced tea, then it was ok for him to drink it. "Yeah, it's really sweet."

Violet set aside her cup on the table and got up. "Wanna play some basketball?"

"Uh, okay," Dash said and followed her cautiously in case there was a trap somewhere.

After 2 rounds, Dash started to get rather dizzy. That's funny, he thought. I swear I was really energetic before.

"Hey, you okay?" Violet dribbled the basketball over. "Are you feeling tired or something?"

"Yeah, probably. I think I'll just lie down and rest. And maybe read a book while I'm resting on the couch."

"Oh, don't sleep on the couch. That's where, er, where I was-was, um, go-going to study for French!" Violet blurted out. She needed a door for one of her pranks.

Dash just shrugged. "Fine, I'll sleep in my room then, shall I?" He was feeling extremely dizzy now. "And I'll lock it too!" He was making absolute sure Violet could not access him in any way to get revenge. And perhaps he would lock the window as well.

Violet sunk into the couch and hid herself behind an old textbook, peeking through a hole in the ripped spine. Dash teetered around, occasionally bumping into the wall to get to his room. When he sunk into his bed, before he could take out a book and read, he slumped down, asleep.

"Perfect," Violet murmured, hearing him snoring like a lawnmower. Quietly, she set down the book and tip toed across the room. Then remembering Dash locked the door, she trapped the door into a force field and levitated it out of the way. Now the room was unblocked.

"VIOLET!" She jumped a foot. What did her mom want now?

Helen came around the corner while Violet hid the door behind her, as if that was possible! "Violet, why are there powders all over-what on earth are you doing?" She spotted the door floating around behind her daughter.

"Er, doing what?" Violet asked.

Helen crossed her arms. "Since when have builders invented flying doors?"

"Oh, you mean this thing?" Violet jerked her thumb to the door floating around behind her. "Um, my, er, science teacher wanted my class to-to, um, experiment what happens when, uh, when doors…fly!"

"So your science teacher expects everybody to go home and levitate their doors, right?" Helen asked coolly.

"Well…yeah!" Violet shrugged.

Helen shook her head. "Violet, ever since your brother hid your report card, weird things started to happen."

"No, you serious?" Violet tried to bluff.

"Then I'll name a couple," Helen ticked off her fingers. "One, Dash is being attacked by tape…"

Yeah and I don't regret it at all! Violet thought bitterly.

"…two, there are 20 diapers that suddenly just happen to pop up into your room…"

If there's some way to wash away that memory of mine, make me your tester!

"…three, my favourite dress suddenly evaporated out of mid air and guess where it appears? In Dash's room!"

Well, it's his fault he put it there!

"Four, the shaving cream in Bob's room says it's delicious and low fat…"

Don't worry mum, it probably was the evil, little monkey that lives underneath Dash's bed who changed the label!

"…five, a new trend came out and that trend was baking cookies on the floor…"

Because of Dash! Why don't you just ship him out the house onto Norman Island or however you spell that freakin' island's name?

"…six, Dash's girlfriend decided to drop by! Seven-"

"I GET THE POINT MOM!" Violet cried.

Helen shushed up Violet and then pointed to Dash who was, thankfully, still asleep.

"Ok, if you do get the point then, Violet, if I every notice anything weird going on again in this house, I will make sure that person is grounded!" Helen turned on her heel and marched off.

Violet took a couple of deep breaths. It's ok, mom's just bluffing, there's nothing to worry about that. She set down the door and continued with her plan.

First, she went to the basement to fetch some water balloons. Then, using a huge bucket, Violet inserted large water-filled balloons in it, hoisted it up and tied a string to the doorknob so the next person who opened the door would get a surprise (she made a crack big enough to slip through the door without getting rained on her).

Another prank she used was ripping apart the garbage bags full of, well, garbage! Then, using her force field again, lifted up those huge metal garbage bins outside and tipped it on it's side, it's open side facing Dash's door. In the end, Violet piled the garbage inside, wanting him to run right into the garbage.

After that, Violet took Dash's most favourite fizz pop. Knowing him, he'd probably go for his drink to cool him down after the garbage stew. She shook it up extra hard and then put it back into the fridge.

Finally, she grabbed a handful of ice and, slipping into her super suit, turned invisible. Violet snuck up on Dash and moved him into a sitting position (it's lucky he's a good sleeper, eh?). Suddenly, she dumped the ice at the back of Dash's shirt!

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Dash woke up immediately. Violet (who was invisible) stepped to the corner of Dash's room. As for Dash, he ran around like a hooligan. He opened the door and got drenched with cold water from the water balloons.

Dash, now very cold, ran blindly down the hall but smacked right into the garbage bin. When he stood up, there were two smelly fried eggs on his eyes and mouldy bacon on his mouth, looking like a human breakfast.

Violet couldn't help it. Reappearing, she was on the ground, howling with laughter. Dash got up, spitted out the bacon and glared at Violet. His hunch was correct: she did drug his drink to make him sleepy! Is that even illegal?

"I. Hate. You." Dash said while spitting out potato peels in his mouth.

"Good, I do too!" Violet skipped down the hall, singing Dash's least favourite song: The Lamp Chop (you know, "This is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friends…").

Grumbling, Dash went straight to the kitchen. As Violet had guessed, he took out his favourite fizz pop and opened it.

The juice didn't just over fizz, it exploded! Now the whole kitchen was covered with droplets of Dash's drink.

"VIOLET," Dash yelled.

Violet had run out of the house into the garden and hid in the rose bush. Dash quickly ran into the shower to wash out the disgusting smell from the garbage (Violet levitated it out the window before anyone could see it in the house).

"OH MY GOD!"

"Dang it!" Violet cried. Since Dash's drink exploded, now the kitchen was full of juice…in front of Helen's eyes!

After a couple of minutes, Helen tried to find out the crook but failed. However, she now kept a close look at her kids. Bob, on the other hand, actually found the whole thing amusing.

Dash quickly ran into his bedroom. There had to be at least a way to get Violet back. I just wish she could be buried down somewhere. Wait, Dash snapped his fingers. That's it, that's exactly what I need!

Note: MUAHAHAHAHA! Take that, Dash! Now I still remember you suggesting having one of the pranks backfire, Inspector Brown. Don't worry; it'll be coming soon, very soon!