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Max POV

I needed to get Iggy back. I have no idea what to do though. Boobie trap his room? Nah, I'm not good at booby traps. I'd probably end up setting them off myself.

I walked to the dining room, and sat down. Iggy had made breakfast.

What to do, what to do? Maybe poppers under his rug? A spider in his bed, or maybe- "Pass the salt" Iggy asked.

I reached for the pile of spices Iggy kept on the table and looked through it. Pepper, cinnamon, thyme, nutmeg, oregano, cayenne pepper, cloves, -wait, cayenne pepper. Isn't that supposed to be super spicy or something?

"Here you go Iggy" I said, handing him the cayenne pepper instead of the salt. Everybody stopped talking and watched as Iggy, very slowly, sprinkled the "salt" on his eggs, scooped up a bite and popped it in his mouth.

"Hmm. This tastes kind of- AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH"

Everybody started laughing while Iggy ran into the kitchen. Vengeance is sweet.

Iggy POV

This definitely wasn't salt.

"Max! You didn't give me salt!"

Max laughed. Grrr. I am so going to get her back. My tongue is on FIRE. Why did she do this to me? She's not usually this vindictive.

"Max why did you?"

"Well, I just thought that maybe you were a little too mean to Angel and that she deserved revenge."

One hour, and 4 cups of milk later, my tongue still hurt. Oh, Max was so going to get. And I might as well get the rest of the flock. A preemptive strike, if you will. You know, hitting two birds with one stone kind of thing?

"Iggy, can you get me some toilet paper?"

"Okay"

And with that, my evil plan came into existence. They are going to be so sorry.

Later

Dinner was nearly over and the plan should begin any second.

Just then, Max ran from the table, followed closely by Gazzy. Then the rest of the flock followed suit.

Humming, I made my way to the cabinet and grabbed the little bottle. Even though I couldn't see it, I knew what it said.

Laxative.

I opened the next cabinet and grabbed one of the rolls of toilet paper there. I had ALL the toilet paper. I had the power.

AN: I know it's short but I think this chapter should just end here. The next one will be longer. Oh, by the way, if anyone wants to send me pranks, it would be much appreciated. And please review!