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Author's Note: Hello everyone! How are you all? Hope you're doing well! I'm finally back to update this story! And you thought I'd forgotten! Nope not at all, I just got bust with other stories and summer and this chapter was a little harder to write. I'll get to that though. Right now I just wanted to apologize for taking so long to update, I truly am very sorry and I hope that you'll forgive me and enjoy this new chapter. It's longer than the others if that makes it any better :D Thank you all for the amazing support! It truly means so much! As I was struggling to write this chapter, it was your encouraging words I turned to help motivate me so thank you! This chapter is a little different from the others, so I'm kinda nervous about it and I really hope that you all enjoy it. A big thank you to everyone who sent in some prank ideas! You all are awesome! And definitely helped me with this new chapter! Thanks for stopping by to read, I really hope that you like the chapter, please do review if you can, I would really love to hear your thoughts! Hope you like and as always, please, Enjoy!

Despite his efforts to escape the madness, by shutting himself into his back basement bedroom, Hyde could still hear the voices—the voice of his friends arguing over the various superheroes that is. Their voices seeped through the cement walls as they assigned everyone they knew with a comic book superhero role and just as Hyde had feared the discussion seemed to be going on forever with no end in sight.

Eventually he was lulled to sleep by the sounds of the argument; the last thing Hyde heard was the debate of how Hawke Eye sounded a lot like Hot Guy which was why Kelso should be him too. This caused his last thoughts to be of the wish that this debate currently serving as his lullaby would not be his same wakeup call whenever he awoke from his nap.

It appeared that his wish was granted because an hour or so later when Hyde did wake up it was wasn't by the sounds of his friends' debate but rather an odd type of sensation.

Still a bit groggy and not fully awake yet, Hyde looked to where the weird feeling was coming from and found that his left arm had stretched out so much that his forearm hung off the side of the old cot while his hand rested in a bowl of warm water.

Hyde sat up, pulling his hand out of the water and looking for something to dry it with; as he did this he couldn't seem to be able to contain the smirk that played upon his lips.

'This was the big prank Forman was freaking out about?' he thought to himself as he wiped the moisture off his hand and onto one of the blankets that had been kicked to the foot of his bed. Sure the old hand in warm water in hopes of getting the person to pee their pants and bed was a classic prank but it wasn't enough to get Steven Hyde. Although, this was the first time the prank had been attempted to be pulled on him (he was always the one sticking other people's hands into the warm liquid) so he did have to give Jackie and Mrs. Forman props for being gusty enough to try this oldie on him.

Just then the shrill ring of the telephone cut through the air. It rang once, the twice, and then thrice. It was on that third ring that Hyde stopped drying his hand and frowned at the eerie feeling that he suddenly felt. A third ring of the basement telephone was not a very common thing. Usually by the second ring someone on the upper floor would have picked up the phone. To hear the phone ring a third time was strange.

As the phone rang for a fourth time, Hyde walked out of his room and into the empty basement—that was an even stranger sight. Hyde would have taken a few more moments to contemplate over his findings if the telephone hadn't rung for a fifth time interrupting his thoughts and reminding him of why he'd come out of his room.

"Yeah? Uh, Forman residence." Hyde awkwardly greeted the caller, he really wasn't used to being the one to answer phone calls made to the house.

"Steven."

Hyde scowled at the familiar voice that said his name, "Angie?"

"Good, now that we've identified each other, you need to get over here," Angie said in an irritated tone of voice on the other line.

"What?" Hyde asked, though he'd clearly heard her request, "I was already down there earlier today."

Having to answer the phone of the Forman house himself was one thing, but going into work and doing actual work for several hours of the day…Hyde knew that was going to take a lot of getting used to.

"As much as I hate to say it, this store is part yours, Steven." His half sister reminded, "Which means that whenever something wrong happens over here it is your job to here."

The second half of Angie's statement caught Hyde's attention instantly, "Wait, something wrong?" he repeated the words that caused a red alert, "What happened? What's going on?"

"I'm not telling you over the phone." She declared and just before Hyde could argue she justified her decision, "In the time that I take explaining to you what's happened, you could be using that time to get your butt over here and seeing for yourself what's going on."

"Alright," he nodded, "I'll be right there."

Without a goodbye or any other word Hyde placed the receiver back in its cradle then began to pat his jean pockets to check for his car keys. As soon as his palm made contact with the ring of keys being covered by the denim material, he hurried over to the basement's quickest exit—the side door that lead to the outside stairway.

He yanked the door open with urgency but barely got his left foot out the doorway when he faced an unexpected obstacle—literally by crashing his face into the barrier causing him to tumble backwards and onto the hard floor.

From his seat on the ground, Hyde looked ahead at the doorway trying to understand what had just happened. He'd obviously bummed into some kind of blockade but looking at the open doorway there was nothing there! He could see the each of the steps that lead up to the Forman backyard perfectly! Although…the steps nearing the top did appear to have a bit of a sparkle to them…a glare even.

Slowly, Hyde pushed himself onto his feet and once again headed to the basement's side door exit; this time moving in a more cautious manner. As he neared the doorway he could see that there was section at the top of the open area of the doorframe that appeared more shinny and glossy and even more…plastic-y?

Hyde reached his hand out towards the area and his fingertips felt what his eyes couldn't see. There was some type of barricade that had must have been created by taping the plastic substance from one side of the doorframe to the other. The barrier was made with a plastic material that was tight and sort of bouncy and it's see-through clear appearance made it almost invisible in fact the only way you could really tell something was there—other than feeling around or crashing into it like Hyde had—was by the small reflections of light from the basement that shinned on the plastic.

"Saran wrap?" Hyde finally concluded, though was still rather confused by what it was doing on the doorframe and who had put it there.

And then it hit him. It was another prank. A prank most probably done by Kitty and Jackie, if Eric's warnings were correct. This prank was a new one and definitely a step up from the hand in warm water prank he'd woken up to, Hyde did have to give them that.

His hand grasped the piece of saran wrap and gave it a tug but the plastic wrapping stayed in place; so Hyde gave it another, harder, yank yet the cling film barely budged at all. It looked like taking apart this prank's set up would be harder than it looked and definitely take make more time; time that Hyde didn't think he had if he had to get to Grooves before Angie really started freaking out.

He let out a slight sigh and shut the door and headed for the basements second exit that would lead up to the Forman kitchen. Hyde knew going through the kitchen meant there was a greater risk of running into Kitty, who he still had yet to see since pulling his Judas Priest prank on her. It wasn't that he was avoiding her…well maybe he was, but it was only because he wasn't quite sure what he would say to her when he saw her. He owed her an apology, Red's lecture/threat had instilled enough guilt to make him see this, but he had no idea how he'd even begin it. These pranks she had pulled on him did seem like a pretty good ice break though, they also made Hyde realize that the sooner he made his apology to Kitty, the better.

Stepping into the kitchen however, Hyde was greeted not by a motherly figure making some delicious eatable snack but rather Donna and Eric seated at the kitchen table eating from the plate of brownies between them.

"Hey, Forman, where's your mom?" Hyde asked, causing the couple to notice presence.

"Don't know," replied Eric with a shoulder shrug. "She left somewhere about an hour ago, she hasn't gotten back yet."

Hyde nodded; she'd probably gone to the store to pick up things needed for dinner, she might've got called into work, or maybe gone to visit Red at work….but then where was Jackie? He quickly shook his head before his thoughts could fully form.

"If you see her, will you let her know I was looking for her?" he requested.

He wasn't sure what was going on at Grooves, so he wasn't sure how long he'd be there and he didn't want it to look like he was avoiding her completely. If he got Eric to tell his mom that he'd been looking for her it would at least look like he'd been attempting to apologize. And it wasn't a total lie, if Mrs. Forman were here now he'd try to make some sort of small apology.

"Yeah, sure, Hyde." Eric agreed, though couldn't help but be a little curious as to why Hyde was looking for his mother. "What happened? Did you change your mind?"

A frown indented itself on Hyde's forehead at hearing the question.

"Cuz you know," the skinnier man's tone of voice suddenly became more musical, "I'm first in line."

"What?" asked Hyde, confused by the rhyming way his friend was speaking in.

Donna laughed at the puzzled expression drawn onto Hyde's face, "Eric, knock it off." She told her boyfriend though a hint of smile could be spotted on her lips as she continued, "Besides I'm still free, take a chance on me."

The last few words were sung in a familiar melody that quickly caused the frown on Hyde's face to flatten out into a blank kind of look as he stared back at his smirking friends.

"ABBA," he said, as if he were in some kind of suspense movie and had just figured out who had killed his family.

His reaction only gave Donna and Eric more amusement as they went on with their duet, "If you need me let me know gonna be around…"

"Why the hell are you singing ABBA?" Hyde demanded to know and while his tone was angry it was merely masking his true confusion at the events; it didn't help that instead of giving a valid answer both Donna and Eric just carried on with their sing along.

"If you got no place to go when you're feeling down…" the pair sang together, but as they sand the word 'down' their index fingers shot up and pointed at Hyde's chest causing him to look down.

The image that he spotted as he looked down was one that made his eyes go so wide that even behind his shades you could see his surprise and fear.

When he'd fallen asleep he had been wearing his black Rolling Stones t-shirt but now looking down at his chest instead of seeing the tongue and lip logo of the band he found the word ABBA printed in bold rainbow colors with drawings of a rainbow, clouds, and the sun beneath it. And because it was an ABBA shirt it wasn't black or a different dark color instead it was a bright, happy yellow. He grimaced at the sight and suddenly felt as if the skin under the shirt was burning from the contact of an ABBA, disco music, merchandise.

Hyde wasn't sure how it was done but this shirt had Jackie—and possibly Mrs. Forman—written all over it.

"Who would've thought, Hyde the big Zen Master would be an ABBA fan," Donna teased playfully.

"Oh I knew," Eric commented, sounding quite serious; "I mean come on, Donna, it's not hard to miss. Hyde's young and he's sweet. He maybe a little over the age of seventeen but I bet he can still feel the beat of the tambourine. He's a regular dancing queen!"

Just as Hyde opened his mouth to reply to the statement that caused Donna and Eric to share another good laugh, the kitchen phone rang out loudly. Hyde reached out and grabbed the receiver, he'd much rather deal with whoever was on the phone rather than Frida Lynstad and Benny Andersson in the kitchen.

"Forman Residence." He greeted, this time with a little more ease than the first time.

"Steven, what are you still doing there?"

It was Angie again and at the sound of her voice Hyde heaved out a heavy sigh, he wasn't in the mood to be serenaded with ABBA songs but he also didn't want to get yelled at either.

"I'm on my way over there, Angie." He tried to explain.

"No, you're not," she argued back. "If you were then you wouldn't be answering the phone! Ugh, I told Daddy the store should have stayed under my care and mine alone."

Hyde's frown grew deeper as he grew more aggravated at the whole situation he was currently in, "Look Angie, I'll be right there alright?" he said in firm tone of voice but as he glanced down at his shirt catching a glimpse of the colorful letters he knew he couldn't leave the house looking like this. "I just gotta change my shirt." And before Angie could say anything else, he brought the call to an end by hanging the receiver back up.

"Everything okay, Hyde?" Donna questioned, taking a break from her mockery and sounding concerned.

His response was a shake of his head, "Something's going on over at Grooves. I gotta get down there." He then turned back around to go back down to the basement.

"Hyde, wait!" Eric's voice called out, stopping him from leaving the room just yet, "Can I ask you a question?"

Looking at Eric, his face emotionless and Zen, Hyde knew what his adopted brother was trying to do and he wasn't falling of it.

"No."

"But it's really serious."

"No."

"Hyde…"

The curly haired man breathed out an heavy, and heavily annoyed, amount of air, "What?"

"Well, do you recall the night we crossed the Rio Grand?" Eric asked, his lips curing up into a smile as he words slowly became part of a familiar melody, "I can see it in your eyes, how proud you were to fight for freedom in this land."

"Get bent." Hyde threw out before making his exit to the basement.

And though Hyde was out of the room Eric continued to sing and soon Donna joined in; their voices following Hyde down into the basement.

"There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando!"

Once Hyde in his room the first thing he did was he shut the door behind him and it appeared to do a pretty nice job at muffling the singing coming from upstairs. The second thing he did was he pulled the ABBA shirt off and threw it on the ground, not wanting to wear it any longer than he already had, as he walked over to his dresser.

He pulled open the second drawer where he kept his shirt and found yet another unexpected and unwelcome sight. His drawer had been tampered with.

There were no messy, wrinkled, or bunched up piles of dark t-shirts that could usually be found in the drawer; instead there were neatly folded little squares organized in the space. The worst part of it was that most of the neat little squares were in the bright colors of light blue, yellow, green, and even pink!

Hyde gave a big and visible gulp as he reached into the drawer and grabbed one to the little squares, pulling it out ever so carefully and hoping there'd just been a mistake in the laundry that had maybe caused the color of his shirts to change. But of course this wasn't the case.

There were shirts of ABBA, The Bee Gees, Elton John, Captain and Tennille, even Olivia Newton John but no traces of The Rolling Stones, Pink Floyd, KISS, or even Led Zeppelin. They were all just…gone.

Standing in his room surrounded by the mess of scattered t-shirts Hyde wasn't sure what was worse; the fact that he was now stuck with all these t-shirts supporting crappy music or the fact that he didn't know where his own shirts were. He didn't have too much time to ponder over it though because n the back of his mind remained the thought of how he still needed to get to Grooves but he couldn't go out without a shirt and he definitely couldn't go out sporting one of these shirts.

Suddenly Hyde was struck with an idea and he grabbed The Bee Gees shirt—the shirt that came in the darkest shade of blue—and turned it inside out before slipping it over his head. He then grabbed his coat off the chair in his room, not because it was cold outside (thought it really was) but so that he could cover and hide the shirt as much as he could.

Not wanting to catch the second show in the kitchen, Hyde decided to go through the first exit that he'd attempted. This time he cautiously and carefully ducked under the saran wrap and made it up through the stonewalled staircase and out to the driveway without a hitch! He thought he was in the clear!

But it wasn't over.

"Holy shit." Hyde breathed as his eyes laid on a view that nothing could have ever prepared him for.

Despite the numb feeling in his legs, Hyde managed to take the few remaining steps towards his El Camino. His El Camino that was now covered in what looked like frozen cotton balls. The whole car was covered with little white balls with the exception of the windows and a few spaces between the balls where the black paint of the car peaked through the white covering.

"What did they do to you?" he asked, his voice sounding shaken as he placed his palm on the roof of the car. "I didn't mean for you to get involved in this. I'm gonna fix this, I promise."

After making his vow, Hyde carefully opened the cotton ball covered driver door and climbed inside. It pained him to see his vehicle, his baby, vandalized like this but thanks to Angie's urgency he knew he was needed at Grooves and the El Camino was his only available form of transportation. This was going to be embarrassing for both of them.

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Hyde arrived at Grooves as fast as he could, his speed being driven by the knowledge of knowing he had to take some responsibility for the store and whatever had happened in to it and by the fact that he was trying to avoid being seen by anyone in his marshmallow vehicle.

After putting the El Camino in park, he hurried out of it and towards the record store though not before stopping briefly to look at the heartbreaking sight of his car. He tenderly placed his hand on the hood.

"That hurt me a lot more than it hurt you." He said before continuing his way to the entrance of Grooves.

Entering the store, Hyde soon spotted his sister standing at the counter not looking all too happy, "Angie, what's going on?"

"Look for yourself," she instructed gesturing towards the left side of the shop.

He knew that side of the shop well, he'd put in extra effort in organizing the area. Most of his favorite bands and music were on that side. Band like Led Zeppelin…Hyde's mind instantly thought back to the list Forman had seen and then to the prank Kelso had concluded must have been in play. It couldn't be. Could it?

Sure enough looking over at the Led Zeppelin section on the store, the posters, records, cassettes, 8 tracks…everything was covered in white goop.

"Crap," was the mutter that escaped Hyde's lips.

"Mayonnaise!" Angie confirmed, "It's all covered in mayonnaise! What kind of people do that?"

Hyde sighed, "I know."

"I don't know either," she said, exasperated until she recognized just what had actually been said; she frowned at her half brother, "Wait you know?"

"Yeah, I know the people who did this." He replied, his eyes still taking in the mess.

Angie gave a scoff and looked upwards, "Of course, you know the people! I told Daddy this wasn't the right place to open up another store. If he had picked anywhere else the store would be under my care alone and I wouldn't have to be dealing with this mayonnaise fiasco and a police report."

The last two words caught Hyde's attention, "What? No, leave the police outta this, Angie." He tried to reason, "It was a harmless prank and I know the people behind it. I'll talk to them alright? It was mostly might own fault anyways."

"What?" Angie wondered out loud.

"It's a long story," Hyde explained. "Just don't call the police, don't tell W.B. I'll handle this."

She couldn't help but be a little surprised at his take action attitude, "Really?"

He nodded his head, "Yeah, think it's about time I started taking up some of the responsibility."

"Okay," Angie soon found herself agreeing. "But make sure whoever did this is back here to clean up and pay for all of this!"

"Got it." Hyde nodded and then turned to leave. He wasn't exactly sure if his mayonnaise prank had been done by Kitty and Jackie or if Shaggy and Scooby had stepped into help but either way he'd be getting the latter to take care of the mess in the record store.

Hyde left Grooves soon after, not because he didn't want to talk more with Angie but because he knew he had to have a more serious talk at home with Mrs. Forman and now probably Jackie…maybe even Kelso and Fez.

As he stepped outside he feel a small splatter of water on the back of his neck causing him to look up at the sky and spot the gray clouds coming in. Now some of these pranks had been really creative and well done but there was no way Jackie and Mrs. Forman could have made it rain, this was just sheer bad luck.

Hyde hurried into his car as the rainfall began to get a little heavier. Closing the driver's door once he was in the El Camino, he hoped that the water would maybe help loosen some of the stuck on cotton balls off the car and not make them stick even more. He started the car and turned on the wipers and that's when it happened.

The windshield wiper on the driver's side rose up and as it wiped against the glass of the window it left streaks of paint in the colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet—creating a perfect rainbow.

And for Hyde, that felt like the final shot.

"Nooo!"

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Hyde woke up with a start that caused him to sit straight up in his cot—his eyes widen with fear and sweat covering his forehead. He took in a few deep breaths trying to calm his heart rate but it was easier said than done. That dream…that nightmare...had felt so real…it could still easily come true if he didn't do something to stop it.

"I've gotta fix this."

Author's Note: Soo what did you think? Yay? Nay? A mix of both? Let me know in a review!

Again I really hope that you all enjoyed the chapter, sorry if it was a bit of a disappointment. I always feel like writing dialogue is easier than details and descriptions. Plus the ending of the chapter lol Did anyone see that little twist coming?

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