Note- sorry if this stomps on some of your perceptions on some champions =(

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"An' this one time, I was screamin 'there's a bogey on my tail!...'" Corki was saying.

His (inwardly) disinterested audience- Tristana, the Megling Gunner, was slowly nodding her head, as she covertly glanced at the timepiece set on her wrist. Almost time…. She thought as Corki rambled on about the Charlie Foxtrot in his tale.

Tristana noticed a faint shadow appear over Corki. Interrupting the pilot's story, she leaned in and whispered, "Lima Oscar Lima," before turning heel and jumping away by shooting a rocket at the ground.

Corki looked up, saw the massive bomb, and roared after Tristana, "J-Just goes teh show you're nothin' but a Whiskey Delta!"

**** Two Minutes Later****

*slap*

Tristana runs up to another yordle, one covered in goggles and harnessed to a bomb, quickly high-fiving him.

"That. Was. Awesome!" she squealed, satisfied with another prank carried out to perfection. "Did you see the fireworks?"

"Yeah, it was great," Said Ziggs, nearly dancing in glee.

They fell in step together, walking towards the central marketplace as they discussed who to prank next.

"Big Armor dude?"

"Nah, those Demacians are serious. Wouldn't want to taste his sword, eh?"

"Lollypop?"

"Unless you want to have your face smashed in by Whopper…."

"Alright then, fine. Who else?"

"Maybe… Veigar?"

"No, it's too dangerous!"

"But, just imagine it! The beauty! The hilariousness!"

Ziggs' hand met his face. He had a bad feeling about this. But Tristana was right- if the pair could pull it off, it'd be the greatest prank in history.

"Alright" came the reluctant reply.

Tristana jumped for joy, and started tugging on Ziggs' arm. "Cmon, cmon, we gotta find him!"

****Several hours of searching later****

Guided by Tristana, Ziggs was lead to the living place of Veigar. It was several miles out of Bandle City.

It was a dark tower, lightning flashing, every yordle within 3 mile's radius already moved away. Occasionally, one could hear maniatical cackling coming from the inside. Once, Ziggs swore, he could even hear bloodcurdling screams coming from the inside. He began to rethink this preposition of pranking perhaps the greatest master of dark magic in Valoran.

Ziggs began to debate within his head. Stay? Leave? Stay? Leave?

Too late for him, for Tristana had already walked up to the front of the tower, preparing to knock the door. Ziggs ran up, whispering furiously, "Wait, we don't even have a plan yet!"

Tristana slowly turned around, a mysterious smile on her face, and an evil glint in her eye. "Oh, I've got a plan alright.

Ziggs' eyes widened, but Tristana's grinning face was the last thing he saw before the blackness descended.

His head hurt. It hurt a lot. He wondered what had happened to it. Did he fall? DId he have a hangover? He could really use some of that pudding Tristana ma-

Wait.

Tristana.

The memories of what happened before Veigar's door rushed through Ziggs' head, as he began to furiously look around him. He was in a dungeon, probably in Veigar's tower. Chained to the wall, he could see shackles, old bloodstains, and only one solid oak door.

An oak door that was beginning to creep open.

First came in Tristana, face set in a deep scowl. Then came the Tiny Master of Evil, waving his staff, and chattering in a rather high-pitched voice.

Veigar stepped closer, and yet the only thing Ziggs could make out other than the massively oversized hat were the eerily glowing yellow eyes.

He stepped back, motioning to Tristana and saying, "He is useless to me. Dispose of him."

Tristana blankly stared at Ziggs, saying ,"Yes master." She unsheathed her Megling Commando issue Military Knife, and slowly took steps towards Ziggs. Ziggs desperately struggled as she took another step. Then another. When she was right in front of him, she began to wind back her arm.

Ziggs closed his eyes in preperation of the pain.

He heard first, the ting of the knife as it fell on the ground.

He then heard the peals of laughter as Tristana literally rolled around on the floor, laughing her heart out.

At this, the only thing Ziggs could muster was, "Eh?"

Still tittering, Tristana began to get up and retrieved her knife, cutting Ziggs' bonds, while choking out in between peals of laughter, "You should *hic* have seen the look *teehee* on your face!"

Ziggs still glared warily at Veigar. The robed yordle first took off his massive hat, then the mask, then his robes. Underneath was a perfectly ordinary Yordle who simply smiled like Tristana.

Tristana, seeing Ziggs' mistrust of Veigar, said with glee, "He loves to prank more than me!" Seeing Ziggs' disbelief, she continued. "He tricked people into thinking he was evil!" She now grinned mischievously. "And We sure tricked you!"

Ziggs began to relax. "So... you're not evil?"

"Ah, no." Veigar said in a perfectly normal Yordle voice. "But everyone thinks I am." He grinned. "And it lets Trist and I get some great pranks in."

Ziggs was now relaxed. "Say... That's some pretty good prankin' you two got there." Tristana and Veigar gave each other a high-five. "Mind if... I join in?"

"Sure!" Tristana squealed as she rushed forwards to hug her new partner-in-pranking.

"So..." Ziggs began as the three began to ascend the stairs of the tower. "How does this work out?"

"Think a prank," said Veigar. "Now think of someone evil to throw into the prank."

Ziggs began rubbing his hands in glee. Having someone evil immediately opened up so many options!

"So?" Tristana asked. "Who's next?"

"What about Teemo?" asked Ziggs.

The three yordles continued discussing their next prank as they climbed up the stairs, and into the open.