Fang POV

Don't ask me how we all got out of the bathroom. You don't want to know.

I don't know why Iggy did that to everybody, but I do know that I am getting him back and I am not going to be nice about it.

I walked into the living room, pushing the couch Iggy usually flops down on in the mornings to the far wall. Next, the end table is moved, the TV, and so on and so forth. Yes I am mean. Yes I am taking advantage of Iggy's disability. Is my conscious bothering me? Not so much.

Angel POV

Iggy was so mean. I'm going to get him back. But I need help. I bet the birds would help, if I asked them. You know, with my mind.

I giggled. I bet they would poop in his room. He would hate that.

Quickly, I snuck upstairs and opened Iggy's door while he was sleeping. Then I went outside and started to call the birds.

Nudge POV

I am so mad at Iggy! I mean I didn't even do anything to him, and sticks that stuff in my food, but I mean I can understand doing it to Max but why would he do it to me, when I've never done anything to him. Well, I might have done one teeny tiny prank, but still, he shouldn't have done that. I know what I should do! I should prank him back. I should do the worst thing I can think of. Let's see, what would I not want to happen to me? I wouldn't want my hair ruined. My hair is like, so pretty. I'll ruin Iggy's hair. Angel is covering his room in bird poo, and he's going to want to take a shower, so I'll do something to his shampoo. But he can't notice it until it's too late. Glue! I'll put glue in his shampoo!

Gazzy POV

I'm still surprised that Iggy would do something like this to me. I'm his best friend. He would never do this. Someone must have forced him to do it. Angel! She probably used her super mind powers to do it. I am so getting her back.

Max POV

Iggy is a dead man. I just can't figure out how I'm going to exact my revenge.

I walked by a bathroom and heard Iggy curse in the shower. An idea came to me, and I hurried off to get my supplies.

Iggy POV

I woke up in the morning still happy from yesterday's revenge. When I told them what I had done, they were so mad! I could not stop laughing.

Today the flock would probably try to get me back, but even that couldn't sober me up. Yesterday was priceless.

I jumped out of bed, only to slip on something. Something warm, and wet with big chunks in it. Something that smelled horribly. Something that smelled horribly like bird crap.

They didn't.

They did.

My entire room was filled with it. My floor was covered, my furniture was covered, I was covered. Did I mention it smelled awful?

I groaned. This was going to take a long time to clean up, but right now, I needed a shower and clean clothes.

I reached into my drawer and pulled out clothes. Then I headed into the bathroom. I didn't notice until halfway through the shower that the shampoo smelled weird, and that it didn't rinse out very well. I sniffed it. It smelled like super glue! And it was drying very, very quickly. With the bird crap still in it.

Well, there's no point in getting out of the shower before the rest is off of me, so I stayed in the shower.

Just then, I heard the bathroom door open, and close again almost immediately. What the hell? Now I needed to get out and see (not literally) what they had done.

I reached for the towel, but it wasn't there. Bad vibes coming to me right now. I reached for my clothes. Oh thank god.

When I put them, they felt weird. Like they were too tight or something. Then I walked out of the bathroom.

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