Chapter 7

Two hours later found three teenagers lying on their backs on the carpeted floor of the basement/hang-out room, two empty pizza boxes, a Just Dance game on the tv screen, and two empty 2-liter bottles of soda.

We were going to be working these calories off for weeks. And we still had three pizzas left, courtesy of Mr. Rueda, who, unlike his daughter, is awesome and nice.

"You guys need anything?" Mrs. Miller asked, poking her head in the room.

"Actually, we're a little hot. Can you help, Mom?" Jimmy asked with a grin.

She rolled her eyes, yet slammed her fist into her palm nonetheless. Immediately, we felt a icy rush of air flow through us, cooling us down immediately.

Mrs. Miller stepped back, smiling. "Better?"

"Yeah, thanks Mom!" Jimmy replied.

"No problem, have fun!" After that she left the room.

Alex grunted, eventually rolling over so she was supporting her weight with her elbow. "I'm bored. What should we do?"

"Watch a movie?" I suggested, "how about White Chicks?"

"It's funny, but we watched it a million times," Jimmy answered.

Suddenly, a devious grin overtook Alex's features. "Hey, how about we prank call someone?"

"Like who?" I asked, intrigued.

"How about Darren? He deserves it for what he put you through today."

I mentally agreed, she was right. He did deserve it.

"Uh, we can't. Remember how every Shark has each other's number?" Jimmy asked in a 'duh' tone.

"Y'know, right when I'm on a roll, you always have to start talking sense," Alex complained. She frowned, but then perked up again as he eyes lit up. "Hey, why can't Rose cast a spell so he won't know who it is?!"

Jimmy's eyes widened, as he stared at my shocked expression. "Can you do it, Rose? I admit, if you can do that, then I want in on this prank."

I bit my lip, "I don't know. I never tried anything like it before..."

"Oh, come on! You just rhyme a few words together and then we can prank call whoever we want without the chance of getting busted! Please?" she begged.

I groaned after staring into her puppy dog eyes, "alright, alright. It won't hurt to try, I guess. But we're also going to have to disguise our voices too."

"I think you could be a spy, Rose," Jimmy observed with a smirk.

"Here, use my phone," Alex said, setting it down in front of me.

I took a breath, then cleared my throat. "We can't be caught in the act, so make this phone hacked!"

Snapping my fingers, the red magic instantly hit the phone. Nothing happened after that.

"Did it work?" Alex asked.

"I don't know. I'll try calling Jimmy," I said, and after getting her phone's password, proceeded to go through her contacts and called Jimmy.

A few seconds later his phone began to ring.

A few times I've been around that track,

So it's not just gonna happen like that.

Cuz I ain't no hollaback girl!

I ain't no hollaback girl!

Alex and I simply stared at him in wonder.

"What?! It's a good song!" he defended himself, then peered down at his screen. "And it worked, by the way. It only says 'unknown.'" He pressed a button, and the song ceased to be heard.

"Perfect!" Alex beamed, "now let's use it!"

"Wait, we gotta know what to say first," I protested.

"How about, 'is your refridgerator running?'" Jimmy suggested.

"That's lame!" Alex chided, "we gotta come up with something better than that!"

"Is this the Krusty Krab?" I asked.

"We're not using that one either," she deadpanned.

Suddenly, she grinned. "I have an idea. Rose, disguise my voice to make me have a Mexican accent!"

I was confused at the sheer strangeness of the question, yet I did as she asked.

"Alex needs a Mexican accent, for a prank call is her intent."

"Hola, hamburguesa!" she spoke in a perfect accent.

"Hello, hamburger?" Jimmy questioned, translating it.

"Hey, it's the only Spanish I know so far!" she retorted, then pressed Darren's contact.

As it was ringing, she put it on speaker phone.

"Hello?" Darren's voice came through.

"Hello, we have your exotic Mexican dancers for your bachelor party! Please confirm your order so we can have them sent!" Alex chirped.

I quietly snorted, covering my mouth with a hand to suppress my laughter. Jimmy was biting his lip to keep from laughing.

"What?" Darren questioned. Another snort escaped.

"Your exotic Mexican dancers!" Alex's voice rose, seeming angry. "You said you wanted twenty dancers for your bachelor party, and now you're not paying up! Typical Americans, never wanting to pay for anything! Tacano! Cheap!"

I was silently dying, at this point me and Jimmy were on the floor trying to muffle our laughter. I knew my face had to be red at this point from all of it.

"I'm not even getting married!" Darren shouted over the phone, "you have the wrong number, lady! Wrongo numero!"

Oh my God, I was going to pee my pants if this kept going on any longer.

"I am never wrong!" Alex shouted, "I have you right here: Senor Darren Blaze, twenty exotic Mexican dancers! Now pay up!"

"I never made that call!" You could tell he was getting more annoyed by the minute, "you have the wrong number!"

A picture of Mr. Oldman and Amanda Bynes acting the 'Wrong Number' skit from The Amanda Show appeared in my mind. I bit my hand to try desperately to keep from laughing.

"Fine, maybe Senor Jose can talk some sense into you, stupid American," Alex smiled, covering the phone by laying it on her leg.

"Rose, quick, make me have the voice of a Mexican man!"

Nodding with a large grin, I cast the spell.

She cleared her manly throat, then held up the phone a little bit away from her mouth. "Hello, this is Jose's Strippers, when you got the dough, we got the hoe!"

Oh. My. God.

A muffled screech left my lips as I pressed my face into the carpeted floor, silently laughing. Jimmy was doing the same, his shoulders were trembling and I could hear a few bits of chortling escape.

"I don't want any strippers!" Darren yelled, "and I don't want any exotic Mexican dancers either! I don't know how you got my name, but I want that order cancelled!"

"Lo siento, senor. We have no refunds. That'll be five thousand dolores!"

"FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS?! I told you I don't want them!"

"No refunds, senor."

"Cancel the order!"

"No refunds, senor."

"I said to cancel the order!"

"No refunds, senor."

"You're really pissing me off!"

"No refunds, senor."

"I never even heard of you people in my life! How the hell did you get my name, anyway?!"

"No refunds, senor."

I was close to peeing my pants at this point.

"I. Don't. Want. Any. Dancers. Or. Strippers! And I dare you to say 'no refunds, senor' again!"

For a moment, none of us spoke.

That is, until Alex did.

"No refunds, senor! No refunds, senor! No refunds, senor! No refunds, senor!"

We heard a scream of frustration, then we all saw the screen letting us know that he hung up. We were all dying, tears streaking down our faces.

"Oh my God, that was hilarious!" I gasped.

"You're amazing, Alex," Jimmy praised.

"Best. Sleepover. Ever." she grinned.

A/N: The prank call was purely meant for comedy, this isn't meant to offend anyone. I got the ideas for the prank by googling 'prank call ideas' and came across 'the top tens,' which is where I found them. I got the idea for the 'no refunds, senor' part from a movie called, "Dude, Where's My Car?" when they're at a Chinese drive-thru.

I'm glad most of you got the reference ;D

Thank you so much for the reviews, everyone! To be honest, I'm surprised I got this many, usually 'Next Generation' stories don't get many reviews. Thank you!

lovethatignites: He kind of is, but he'll improve :) Hm...I wouldn't say he's abusing Rose...maybe mentally since they 'don't like each other' but he doesn't and never will hit her. He'll get better :) Also, Rose does like the nickname, she's just too stubborn to admit it ;) Anyway, I'm happy you guys like the song! XD

5mairer: I hope this was better ;)

Guest: Lol, yeah, I was chuckling when I wrote Dick instead of Nick XD And thank you! :D

delightisadream: Don't we all? ;) And I know, right? Darren needs to listen to the reviewers! XD