I wasn't going to update for today but then I thought why not? Since I don't think Rex will ever fully grow up, the activities of this day may be a long standing tradition with him. This is short so hope you like it. I also haven't updated this story in a while so it's about time.
Don't own GenRex.
Rex slowly woke up from his strange dream. He dreamt he was a tree and a dog was licking his roots. Wait! Something was licking his roots… er… feet. He bolted up to see the new puppy licking some yellow goo off his toes. Then he heard giggling from outside the bedroom door. He turned to look at the door just as it slammed shut. He heard the patter of feet running away. Rex jumped out of bed and ran to the door as he passed by the mirror on Circe's dresser he saw his face. He stopped and ran back to the mirror. He had on lipstick, eye shadow, and blush. He scowled.
Running to the bathroom he tried to scrub the make-up off but to his chagrin it just smeared. Water was not working. What did Circe use to get off makeup? He opened up the medicine cabinet. When the mirrored door opened a string attached to a bottle of baby powder flew out and hit him square in the face. The bottle exploded in a cloud of white smoke.
Rex coughed and sneezed as the offending powder flew up his nose. He looked up. Now he looked like a deranged clown. Rex growled. He spun around and ran to the bedroom door forgetting about getting the makeup off. When he swung open the door a flash blinded him. He rubbed his eyes only to get baby powder into them causing them to water.
"April Fools!" He heard a chorus of familiar voices.
"And that kids, is how you pull off a prank!" He heard a familiar voice say.
"That was great Uncle Bobo!" Rafael laughed.
"Is dad, okay?" Violeta asked with concerned. "I think he's crying."
"I'm not crying. But you soon will be!" He addressed the last part to Bobo. "Turn my kids against me, will ya?" Rex built his smack hands.
"See ya later, kiddies." Bobo slid down the banisters.
"Come back here, monkey!" Rex bellowed as he leapt off the side.
Rafael and Violeta scampered down the steps. When they reached the bottom, they saw their father chasing the chimp on his rex ride. Bobo was swinging from lamp post to tree to telephone poles.
"Should we call mom?" Rafael asked his sister.
"I think we should, seeing as no one's watching us now." Violeta answered.
"Do you think Uncle Bobo is going to be okay?" Rafael asked worriedly.
"I think dad is the one who needs to worry." Violeta observed as Bobo dumped a bucket of water that he had pulled out from the recesses of a tree onto Rex's head. The bucket stuck to his head and Rex drove erratically trying to pull it off his head. He slammed into a fence and vaulted over onto the neighbor's lawn.
Bobo was laughing hysterically and pointing until he was doused by water.
Rex had grabbed the garden hose and was spraying his simian friend.
"While we're waiting for mom to come home wanna put plastic wrap on the salt shaker and toilet bowl?" Rafael asked.
"Sure." Violeta said walking back to the house.
0o0
"Rex," Circe said exasperated. "I know it's tradition with you and Bobo but every year we end up paying to fix another neighbor's property."
Rex had an ice pack on his head and he was cradling his bandaged arm. "Bobo started it!"
"Honestly, how old are you?" Circe rubbed her eyes with her fingers.
"And he got the kids to work against me!" Rex said indignantly.
"Yes, well, I'll have a talk with them later but come on Rex, they learn this from you too." Circe said.
"Fine," Rex grumbled sulkily.
"Besides, there are other ways to get back at Bobo." Circe smirked. She held something up.
Rex's grew wide as he realized what they were. Slowly he smiled. "I love you."
"I know." She said smugly.
0o0
Bobo chuckled to himself as he walked through the halls of Providence. He was pretty pleased with himself. It was not hard to convince Rex's kids to join the dark side. Maybe next year they can help him slime their dad.
As he walked down the hallway a few agents whistled at him. He glared at them and they burst into laughter.
"Work it, Bobo!" Another one called from another room. There were a few more catcalls.
Bobo was confused. He had no idea what they were talking about.
"Hey Charlie," He called to the custodial engineer. "What's with everyone?"
"You might want to check the rec room." Charlie answered as he pushed his broom along.
Bobo made a detour through the rec room. When he opened the door his mouth dropped opened. Hung along the walls were poster sized pictures of his head photoshopped onto different models' bodies. When the agents who were in the room saw him they laughed uproariously.
Bobo marched over to the posters. "That's not even my good side." He sniffed. He turned around and marched out of the room.
"Huh, I'd thought he'd be more upset." One agent said to the other who shrugged. Then they heard pounding footsteps toward the door. The door slid opened and Bobo came running back in with a paint gun. He gave a primal yell as he shot paint pellets across the posters. Agents who were in the room ducked for cover.
A few minutes later Bobo left the room. The agents came out from under their chairs and tables. The whole room was covered in paint splotches.
"I hate April 1st." One of the agents muttered.