The Prank War-part 2

Jack's POV:

I searched the area cautiously to make sure my unfortunate victim wasn't anywhere watching and, when I was positive my tricks weren't going to be foiled, I pulled out my balloons and shaving cream, along with several tubes of paint. If she really thinks I'm going to let her little prank go, then she's in for a surprise, cause I never go down without a fight!

I packed several multi-colored balloons full with shaving cream and squeezed different paints into the mix before carefully tying each one off to make sure I didn't get covered in paint before the prank even started. I'd already done my research so I knew she usually passed through here almost every day near sundown. I don't blame her; the weather's nice and cool here.

After all my beautiful traps were filled to the brim and tied off, I set each one on the ground, a little apart, and took bunches of leaves to cover them up. There were enough leaves around this area, since it was Autumn, that each balloon just looked like a slight, barely noticeable, bump in the ground. You'd have to look very closely to notice it at all. Finally, the trap was set. Now…to get the confetti canon and a camera as the final payback for last time.

Olivia's POV:

I swear, if I could die of laughter, I'd be buried six feet under right now, with a R.I.P sign above my head. This has definitely been one of my better days as far as pranks go, even though it isn't my holiday yet. I swapped some guy's super glue with milk in a glue bottle during his work hours and the boss came over. He asked his worker how things were and the guy gave a thumbs up…that is, until he tried to use the glue and milk squirted all the way through the air, nailing the boss in the face. The worker was mortified and started spouting apologies a million miles a minute, until the boss started laughing, saying 'good one' and walked away from the confused but slightly relieved man. I was laughing, of course, but I was also feeling slightly guilty that I could have cost the man his job. Luckily, everything worked out great though. I'm going to my usual area to retire for the night. It's all been fun but even spirits need their sleep and my stomach is still hurting from all the laughter I've been able to conjure up today. As I come to my opening, there is a hammock that I tied between to trees for me to sleep in. Looking longingly towards it, I let out a sigh of relief that I can finally rest.

POP!

Or…maybe not.

The loud noise sent me jumping into the air, only to land on another of the strange weapons beneath me. Several colors began blasting all around me and I shrieked in surprise, trying to avoid the colorful minefield. I ran, sending several popping noises off as I went, covering my eyes with my sleeve so nothing hit them. Each pop sounded like gunshots around me and only made me want to escape it more. After about ten yards, I finally heard no more than the leaves crunching beneath me as I ran. Slowing to a stop, I allowed myself to take a breath. That was scary. I looked behind me to see several yards of colorful paint and…was that…shaving cream? Suddenly a flash went off to my right and, at that point, I didn't even have to look to know who'd pulled this one.

"…Jack Frost…so we meet again." I spoke dramatically without turning to him.

He bubbled up in laughter and I looked down at my clothing which were now stained with multiple paints and covered in shaving cream. Well, I suppose I should have expected him to strike back soon. I sighed heavily.

"Any chance you used removable paint?" I asked calmly.

"Nope." I knew it.

"I already know you have a confetti canon in hand so get it over with." I told him and he looked at me, blinking owlishly.

"How'd you know that? You haven't even turned to look at me yet?!"

"Oh, come on. No good prankster goes without one, much less you." I said, finally turning to him.

He seemed to stand there for a second before accepting this answer and pulling the string of the cannon, causing little confetti pieces to stick to my hair and to the paint. I turned to walk away.

"What, no 'I'll have my revenge' or anything?" He asked, sounding a little disappointed and I smiled evilly.

"Well, I was going to let you off the hook for now, but if you insist." I answered and before he could even think to escape, I pulled my silly string out and sprayed him.

His eyes widened, as the silly string slammed into him, and he fell against a tree behind him. Normally, silly string wouldn't have that much force but mine were designed to be a weapon if needed. Before he could get up, I circled him with my silly sting, tying him to the tree, and lightly kicked his staff just out of reach. He struggled, trying to break free of the colorful neon trap with no luck. After about a minute, he let out a huff and turned to me.

"Very clever." He said with sarcasm.

"Don't thank me, thank yourself." I answered and began to walk away.

"Hey, wait, help me out here!" He shouted.

"Don't worry, it'll wear off…eventually." I said without turning around but I could practically hear the way his heart skipped a beat when I said 'eventually'.

With that, I walked off listening to the beautiful sound of him yelling at me to come back and get him out. Oh, revenge is so sweet!

Author's note: Muahahahahahahahahahahahah*cough, hack* ahahahaahahahahahahahaha…

Jack: Is she ever gonna stop laughing?

Olivia: Probably not…but we can hope.