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Disclaimer : I don't own Bully or any of it's characters . However , I thought of the silent horseradish inflicting tommy-gun , so that's mine.

Chapter 20 - Eggs

Bucky's POV

Splat.

The eggs soared through the air like shooting stars before they smashed gloriously against the glass panes (or even better through an open window ) ,shattering into tiny pieces and sloppy mess . Amazingly , the constant crack as eggs met the brick wall hadn't woke a single prep , which was a shame in some ways as an open- mouthed, ( and from what Algie had told me of his part in the night's mischeif ) temporarily tattooed Bif Taylor would have mde an excellent target for us . I analyzed the scene quickly ; thirteen shadows shot eggs at the high walls of the house just as two more figures approached.
"Beatrice!" I exclaimed as my companion ran towards me with the grace of a dying kangaroo , the greaser king just behind her . "Did everything go according to plan ?"
"Yes ,remarkably . There's something strangely satisfying about destroying those brutes' possessions from right under their noses . Can't we hang about tomorrow to see their new look?"
"Tempting as that may sound , I'd rather not give them another reason to beat seven shades of fecal matter out of me again ." I commented ,eyeing the bucket which was getting close to empty . "By the way, could you please get the back-up weapons from the Observatory , please? We've almost finished the spare eggs."
"What are the back-up weapons ?" Johnny Vincent asked , regaining his breath from the run .
"Let's just say that you'll like it more than the preps will . Do you want to give me a hand ?" Beatrice requested ,pulling the remaining eggs out of the almost bucket so that she would have an easier time with the weapons .The greaser nodded before dissapearing into the distance with her.

Peanut's POV

"This is amazing." I thought as I flung my final egg at the wall. "It's Halloween ,I've managed to throw only one egg at Thad and best of all , with the help of the nerds we've essentially turned Harrington House into an omelette."
"Bucky , I've ran out of eggs!"
"I was hoping you'd say that."
What the hell?Did I hear him right ? As the injured nerd took in my incredulous expression , my best friend and the nerd girl bounded over after about five minutes of leaving ,each clutching a makeshift gun and a bucket overflowing with what looked like cans of food in the moonlight.
"Thank you . " Bucky said , putting the buckets on the floor lovingly .He beckoned me over , pulling bottles of foul looking green liquid out of the bucket ,along with - of all things - a gun .
"This is a spud gun " he explained , holding it with more care than most would hold a newborn baby . "Incredibly powerful ; has been known to knock out a prefect from thirty feet away." .He then pulled out another contraption ."The bottle rocket launcher.I made this . Can shoot three bottles at a time ." he stated in a business-like manner. He then rooted about through various spud guns and bottle rocket launchers to pull out a larger weapon , which he held up to admire in the cool night's glow ."This is my personal favourite , and potentially Thad's finest creation ; the silent horseradish inflicting tommy-gun .Quite literally the S.H.I.T . The latest in food-fighting technology , this baby can knock out a jock before anyone realises you're holding it ."Having finished his little arms-dealer's speech ,he put each gun back in the bucket cautiously before asking me which I would like . Looking about to discover Johnny and the nerd girl reloading their guns (A spud gun for Johnny and a horseradish gun for Beatrice), I grabbed a spud gun and fired straight at a window, which instantly shattered into a thousand tiny blades .

Oops.

Beatrice's POV

"What the devil are you doing , paupers ?"

Damn . Tad was now at the shattered window , glaring at Peanut , completely ignoring me and the rest of the vigilantes as he launched into a string of insults . Unfazed , Peanut shouted back that at least his mother and his aunt weren't the same person . Now as a nerd , you only learn very basic unwritten rules of society , the main one of these being this unless you really want a fight , a person's mother is not fair game . As if expecting this , a pyjama clad Bryce (the pyjamas now being the only unspoiled clothing he owned , I am pleased to say ) opened his own window , leaning out to ask Tad what was going on .

Please fall out. I thought wickedly as he stayed bent out of the window until they agreed to "get the peons" , after which they promptly ran out of the front door to whack Peanut , not even bothering to get changed ( Damn - I was hoping to witness Bryce's reaction to his new wardrobe) . I could only watch in horror as punch after punch was thrown at the greaser , although mercifully few hit due to the darkness and the half asleep state of the brutes .

From completely out of the blue , a potato crashed into Montrose's groin , causing him to cry out a word I refuse to repeat . As a result of the obscenity , Tad looked up just to see another potato smack him in the forehead with enough force to knock him over with only the already half conscious Montrose to break the fall .

"I ... I did it ... I did it!" a whiny voice proclaimed , raising his spud gun in the air in triumph.
"Bloody Hell , Algie !" Bucky congratulated , accompanied by the cheer of fourteen teenagers and as the air reamained free of any suspicious stenches , I thanked God that Algie's bladder hadn't ruined his moment .