At that moment, Max's phone rang. Her ringer sounded peculiar. Shoot! I recognized the singing from last night. Max's new ringer happened to be the three of us singing "Hot N Cold." She ignored her phone and Max, Iggy, and I looked at the three younger members mischievously. They were so going to pay…
Max POV
I put up mind blocks as I thought Hmmm… What shall I do to torture these three? I shared a knowing glance with Fang and Iggy and all three of us were up and outside of the room, with Fang taking a key out from his pocket and sticking it into the knob, locking the three youngsters inside. This gave us enough time to think of a plan, with mind blocks up of course.
"Okay, Fang, Iggy, put up your mind blocks so we can come up with a plan," I said.
I turned to look at the two, Fang was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed looking like Mr. Cool and Iggy was rubbing his hands together before he gave an evil laugh. "Bwahahaha!"
"Okay…" I said slowly. Did Ig still have some crack in his system? We stood outside the door but far enough so the kids wouldn't be able to hear us.
"Maybe we could take the sidekicks your mom gave us and drop theirs 'accidentally' while we're flying way high up?" Iggy suggested making air quotes when he said "accidentally."
"That's a good idea, but there's one problem. What's Mom going to say when she finds out the phones she spent so much money on just happened to fall accidentally in a highway?" I asked, pointing out the only obstacle in the way.
"Good point," Fang murmured quietly. "Maybe we could take Nudge and Angel's laptops and Gazzy's Wii and 'threaten' to stuff 'em in the stove?" Fang stated his idea, now being his turn to use the air quotes. Then the obvious struck me; Fang said a long, not life threatening sentence for once! I smiled at the thought and Fang and Iggy were looking at me like I was an idiot who broke out of rehab.
"What's up with you?" Iggy asked, I just shook my head putting on a normal face, but smiling widely on the inside, Fang did that to me sometimes. (If anyone has any idea why, besides the chance that I might like him, please speak up.) We sat/stood there in the quiet hall, deep in thought.
"I got an idea!" I exclaimed into the minutes of silence as an idea zoomed into my mind. "You know how they drink the chocolate and vanilla milkshakes like there's no tomorrow everyday? Maybe we could put some Valium into a few milkshakes, that way we're not giving them illegal drugs and we can get back at them. Whatdya think?"
The boys took in the information, probably picturing Angel, Gazzy and Nudge slamming accidentally into the walls babbling nonsense. Just then, I remembered when I was on Valium. I looked up at Fang for a moment to see him if he remembered too and right then, he looked up at me smirking, I guess the I-hope-he-forgot thing didn't work out so well. Iggy and Fang both looked up and nodded, Iggy smiling like a moron while doing so.
"Do you guys think I could put a somewhat harmless bomb into each of their rooms tonight?" Iggy asked, looking like a five-year-old on Christmas morning.
"We could probably use all three of our ideas today, that'll make it a huge paybackfest," Fang suggested casually. I could just picture the three, being tortured time after time the whole day. The three of us nodded to each other with smiles on our faces, well Fang had a smirk but it still counted! This was going to be awesome.
Fang POV
On the outside, I was silent as usual, but on the inside, I was cackling like a freakish hobo who found a dollar in their box in an alley in New York City. (AN: Sorry hoboes! Lol) The plan was to let them out then act like locking them in my room was their punishment. We'd wait till they asked for their daily milkshakes and Max would put the memory-filled Valium into their milkshakes and Iggy would serve the shakes to them as usual.
After the three were sober again, we'd grab Angel and Nudge's laptops and Gazzy's Wii and stuff 'em in the oven in front of their very eyes. Iggy was going to make some bomb that was suppose to make a whole bunch of lights that looked like flames but would not deal any damage, just cause pre-made ashes to spread all over their stuff.
Finally, we would each take one of Iggy's bombs, that he would make also, and place them in their rooms right before the kids went to bed. The bombs wouldn't cause much damage, just send black stuff everywhere in their rooms then shoot small, red and orange fireworks into the air that'll write a message saying "You got owned! ~MFI"Of course, we would think about other topics so Angel wouldn't get suspicious.
Me, Max, and Iggy came from our positions in the hallway and up to my bedroom door. I unlocked the door and let the kids out. The three of us stepped back with smirks on our faces and Max said, "Did you guys like your punishment?" Angel, Nudge and Gazzy just said stuff like "piece of cake" or "no big" and went back to the living room to watch TV.
About an hour later while the three of us were up in Max's room listening to music and just talking or relaxing, Total and our victims came up.
"Can we get our milkshakes now?" Angel asked, well, angelically. We just groaned as if getting up was the hardest thing in the world while on the inside, we were jumping up and down in excitement, well I was, I don't know about Max and Iggy.
Me and Max walked in the back, with Iggy leading the way and the younger shouting out their usual flavor choices. I was so caught up in my version of what'll happen that I didn't notice Max stick out her leg and trip me, Max being a few inches away from me didn't help much either. (If your confused on why she has that effect, check out what I did yesterday, that completely explains what goes on in my teenage, avian-human mind) My breath was knocked out of me when I fell on to the floor.
I got up on my knees and looked up at Max, she was laughing, the sound filling the air like the twinkling of morning bells. I pretended to look annoyed for her sake, her laugh was good enough of an award for me.
"You okay Fang? You looked kinda out of it," Max breathed out while her laughter died down. I just shook my head, feeling a smirk naturally fit into its place. Once we arrived down the stairs, the two of us found the three younger ones lazing around on the couches, watching Chaotic on I'm guessing Fox 5, their normal routine on a Saturday morning. They had no idea what they had coming.
