Just a quick comedy chapter. Just popped into my head about an hour ago.

I was bored. My brother and I had been on the road for over six hours now, as we were meeting Dad somewhere in Nevada. My eyes were tired at observing the landscape that was zooming by, and I couldn't be bothered drawing in my sketch pad anymore. Since the journey began, I had already created various comic book cartoons of SpongeBob and Patrick, having various cool adventures. Come to think of it, I needed a new sketch pad. Maybe I could buy one on the next stop at a gas station, and also a handful of Pokemon cards.

Sighing heavily, I leaned back into the front passenger car seat. There was an awkward silence, as the car radio wasn't on. I had fallen asleep about an hour previous, and my brother wanted to give me peace. I gazed up at him from a side way view. My fingers twirled the tongue of my baseball cap, until it was facing backwards. A large smirk was spreading across my face. Time for mischief.

"Once you're in Heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you died in for eternity?" I asked randomly. "Wait, what if you were butt naked when you died? Man, that would be awkward."

Dean's eyebrows arched in confusion as he glanced down at me. Stage one of Operation Cuckoo accomplished, get the target's attention.

"Huh?" he responded, his eyebrows still arched comically. "Where the hell did that come from?"

I smiled sweetly at him, like butter wouldn't melt. My finger twirled a strand of my wavy hair.

"No reason," I replied. "Just curious."

Now, onto the next stage of Operation Cuckoo, keep getting the target's attention.

"Can animals commit suicide?" I questioned with a frown, my expression dead pan and serious. "Think about it, if a lion gets kicked out of it's pride, then do you think it could leap into a lake of crocodiles out of depression?"

Dean took a deep breathe, his own expression filled once again with bemusement. This was my plan, to make him feel extremely awkward. Then I would wind him up so bad, that a cuckoo bird would erupt out of his forehead. Hence the name, Operation Cuckoo.

"Again, what the hell?" remarked Dean, looking uncomfortable with my curious and disturbed question. He shook his head at me. "You are one morbid little girl."

I smirked as my brother returned his attention on the road. What could I ask him next?

"Hey Dean?" I probed, watching my brother cringe with annoyance. "Dean?"

Dean's hands gripped the steering wheel, his expression conveyed frustration at the thought of another random question.

"What now!?" snapped Dean.

Brilliant! This was all going according to plan, then again I usually regret this game in the end. It always ends with me in a sulk. Still, it's worth it as it's hilarious.

"Why does the Easter bunny carry eggs?" I asked, looking extremely curious and innocent. "Rabbits don't lay eggs."

Dean growled with irritation, almost hitting his head on the dashboard. I tried not to laugh.

"Check the internet!" replied Dean. "You'll find your answer for all your dumb questions there. Now, enough! So help me, I will leave you on the side of the road and let buzzards get you."

I faked a pout, whilst folding my arms. When he wasn't looking, my devilish smirk returned. The vein on my brother's right temple was throbbing.

"Hey Dean?" I pestered, and when my brother refused to reply, I simply continued. "Dean? Dean? Hey Dean? Dean? Dean? Dean?"

My brother's face was now turning purple with repressed rage and mania.

"WHAT?!" yelled Dean, his knuckles cracking as he gripped onto the steering wheel with all his might.

I then burst into hysterical laughter, almost sounding like the Joker from Batman. Overwhelmed with frustration, I could tell Dean was minutes away from throwing me out the car window. Still, the threat of being eaten alive by a gang of buzzards and the expression on my brother's face, cured my boredom.

Operation Cuckoo accomplished.

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