A/N: This chapter is very special. As some of you may know, on 16 November 2006, Goldy and I meet up in Reno! We had an awsome time and I can say that niether one of us shut up. She even recorded BONES (since I was traveling and didn't get to see it) and we watched it together on Thursday (scaring my husband half to death because we both yell at the TV). Anyhow, we had a totally great time, learned alot about each other and well, wrote this chapter. Goldy is moving over this week so she won't be around much, but when she gets her internet connection back, this will be her second stop (her first being email). So with that secret revealed, on with the story.

Wolfy's Warning: DO NOT ATTEMPT AT HOME! The pranks pulled in this chapter were done by trained professionals on a closed word document. Attempting these stunts in real life may lead to injury, being arrested and/or extreme embarrassment. Gold Wolf Productions can not be held liable.

"Okay, we need some two liter bottles of Diet Coke, some Mentos, two thirty-six packs of toilet paper, and I think that's it," Russ said as he went over the list.

"Do we really need that much toilet paper?" Angela asked, grabbing the Diet Coke from the shelf.

"If his place is as big as you say it is, then yes."

Angela dropped one pack of toilet paper into the shopping cart and then grabbed the second pack. "I still don't understand this need of Booth's to get revenge."

"It's not a need," Russ defended. "It's a…well, it's just something that needs to be done."

"Boys," Angela said, rolling her eyes. Brennan followed quietly before disappearing around an aisle.

"What do you mean 'boys'? Someone has overstepped their bounds and now they must pay."

"Shaving cream," Brennan said as she reappeared. Russ broke into a grin and Angela arched an eyebrow at her friend.

"How on earth would you know anything about toilet papering?"

"Russ used to take me with him to act as lookout."

"Lookout?"

"Yeah, and the one time I didn't go, the police spotted them."

"Tempe might not understand the fun of T'pin'," Russ said, "but she makes one helluva lookout."

"What is that?" Brennan asked as Booth approached with an arm full of black cans.

"Silly String," he answered with a grin.

"Nice," Russ commented. Booth dropped the five cans into the shopping cart and then rubbed his hands together.

"I think we have everything. Lets roll." They took the items to the checkout and as the clerk scanned the items, she looked up at Booth with a smirk.

"You know, you're the second group to come through here for a night out."

"Second group?"

"Yeah, the other was a pirate and a really nervous looking monk." Booth glanced over at his companions and then back at the clerk.

"And when did you see them?"

"Oh, they came through at about ten."

"Thank you," Booth said handing over the correct dollar amount. Each member grabbed a bag and then they made their way out of the store.

"Told you it was them," Booth bragged to Brennan.

"I never said they didn't. I said that you didn't have proof."

"Then why did you agree to help?"

"Because you showed up at my door and Russ got all excited and then you both dragged me out."

"It'll be fun," Russ interrupted.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she said with a roll of her eyes. Angela looked at the two guys with a shake of her head. She had never seen two men more eager to do something than these two were.

"If only men looked like that before sex…" Brennan snorted, which earned her glares from both Booth and Russ.

"It's not our fault men haven't been that eager with you," Russ said before running away as Angela's hand flew up to smack him.

"All right, enough you two. Let's get going so we can get this over with," Brennan yelled at the pair, before climbing into the SUV.

Booth turned onto the tree lined driveway that lead to Hodgins' house. "How do we know they aren't home?" Brennan asked.

"I have it on good authority that they had a party tonight," Booth answered reaching out and turning off his headlights. "But even if they are here, we'll be in and out before the notice."

"Well, lets hope so," Angela said leaning forward. She pointed and said, "That's the car the were in."

"Is this absolutely necessary?" Brennan whispered, as they climbed quietly from the car.

"Absolutely, my little lookout." Booth grinned before smacking her on the rear. She turned to glare at him.

"Just because you got away with that in Vegas doesn't make it okay now."

"Whatever you say, Roxy." Angela looked from one to the other, but knowing that neither would answer, she turned to Russ. He was staring up at the trees lining the drive with awe.

"He has trees."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Brennan asked, looking over at her brother.

"Don't ask questions, Bones," Booth said. "Just step back and let the man work." He handed Russ a roll of toilet paper and clapped him on the back. "Go get'em." Russ looked over at Booth with a sparkle in his eyes and a devilish grin on his face. Before Brennan could ask what the look meant, Russ tossed the roll into the air and the group watched as it fluttered gracefully through the air, arched up over a branch and then floated back down into Russ' hands. He grinned even wider and Booth matched the look before handing Angela the silly string.

"I know you can do something wonderful with this, Angela."

"Don't you know it."

"And what about me?" Tempe asked.

"You get to stand watch and make sure no one spots us," Booth answered before grabbing a few rolls of toilet paper.

Brennan watched as Booth and Russ decorated the trees throughout the front yard. Her eyes darted from the two men to the house, making sure their secret mission was still covert.

"There," Angela said, pulling Brennan's eyes to her. Angela stepped away from Hodgins' car, which was now covered in delicate streamers of pink and blue silly string and a large flower rested on the hood.

"That's not going to ruin the paint is it?" Tempe asked. Angela shrugged as she began to add more string.

"It's just his Mini Cooper. It's not like it's one of the antiques."

"Well I don't want to just stand around."

"Then get the shaving cream and go at it," the artist shrugged. Tempe glanced once at Booth, noticing that he was done with the toilet paper and seemed to be messing with the Diet Coke and Mentos. Well, it couldn't hurt to help a little, would it? After a second's hesitation, she went for the shaving cream.

Booth noticed the movement and followed Brennan as she made her way to an open spot on the driveway. "What are you doing?" he asked, dropping the top of the Diet Coke into his pocket and pulling out a Mentos.

"Thought I would help out some," Brennan replied turning to face him.

"And just what are you going to do?" Booth held the Mentos between his forefinger and thumb and positioned over the open bottle, tilting it away from him incase of accidental droppage.

"I don't know yet," Brennan said, turning away. "I'll come up with something." With that she bent over and shook the can. Booth stared for a moment realizing he was looking directly at her bum and legs.

"Holy Mary, Mother of God," he murmured. His hands shook slightly and he accidentally dropped the Mentos. Before he could utter the phrase 'uh-oh', Diet Coke shot from them bottle, and slammed into Brennan's shapely backside. She gasped in surprise and stood up straight before turning around.

"What was that, Booth?" Premature soda ejaculation?" Angela snickered as she watched Booth glare at her.

"I don't have premature," he started but was cut off by Russ.

"Lights." Booth threw a panicked glance toward the house, then hurried to Brennan, wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down behind a pair of large bushes. He peeked around to make sure Russ and Angela were out of sight, then sat back on his haunches.

"Isn't this all a little weird?" Brennan asked.

"Sometimes weird just isn't enough," he answered, turning his head to face her. Brennan's own face was inches from his own, and the two stared at each other, only the sound of their breathing was heard. Booth's heart pounded a little harder as Brennan seemed to move closer to him. Instantly the sight of her shapely bottom shot back into his head, and it was all he could do to control himself.

Tempe watched as a look of concentration came over Booth's face. Why does this seem so familiar? She leaned in closer to him, their bodies not in contact by mere millimeters.

"Booth?" she whispered. His eyes shifted to her lips.

"Yeah?" He couldn't believe how scared he sounded to himself. Come on, he thought. Just do it. Just kiss her.

"This isn't going to be like the elevator, is it?"

Booth's face dropped and his eyes snapped up to hers. "For the last time, it wasn't me," he said in a harsh whisper.

"You two can come out now," Angela said as her head popped up over the top of the bush. Booth and Brennan stared at each other for a moment longer before standing and moving around the bush. "The two of you look guilty. Exactly what happened behind those bushes?"

"Nothing. Now let's get this finished so we can get out of here." Booth stalked away. Angela watched him move to the SUV for more Diet Coke and Mentos.

"What's got his panties in a wad?" the artist asked.

"I highly doubt Booth wears women's underwear," Tempe said in response, picking up the shaving cream bottle and beginning again.

Booth and Russ stood side by side admiring their handiwork. "Isn't it a beautiful sight?" Russ asked, as his sister and Angela came to stand beside them.

Tempe cocked her mouth to one side in thought before replying. "Looks like a juvenile mess."

"Then we did our job," Booth answered holding out one fist toward Russ.

"Right on," he said, bumping his knuckles against the agent's.

"I say we get out of here," Angela suggested.

"Yeah. I need a change of clothes," Brennan threw in. The four moved to get in the SUV. Booth gave one more proud look at their masterpiece before starting the engine and driving away.

Hodgins heard something outside on the front lawn, but wasn't sure what it was. With a sigh, he walked through his house toward the front to check it out. Just before stepping outside, he flicked a switch to flood the front yard. The sight that befell him was awe inspiring. Toilet paper was draped like wisps of fog from all of his trees, the white paper strands blowing gently in the breeze. There were soda stains all over the drive, silly string on his car and a message in shaving cream on the ground.

'Got'cha! B.A.R.B.'

With a shake of his head, Jack took in the mess. It would be a pain to clean up, but even he had to admit, it was a beautiful sight.

Wolfy: Hey, Goldy, do you think people are getting sick of these 'Prank' chapters?

Goldy: Umm, well, we have done a lot of them. Maybe we should try something new.

Wolfy: But they're so much fun to write. And best of all, we don't get in any trouble.

Goldy: True, but I still think we should write a chapter that doesn't deal with pranks.

Wolfy: Okay, I guess you're right. No more prank chapters.

Goldy: Agreed. No more prank chapters.

::looks at each other::

Wolfy & Goldy together: Until the next one that is...

::runs off laughing::