Hi everyone! Super excited to be participating in Wingfeather's first ever writing prompt challenge! I usually post my prompts in a book for each challenge, but I'm going to post each one as a separate story here, because I have an ambition to get WS ffn archive to 100 stories. Can you blame me? (On another note, happy International Star Wars Day to all the other nerds out there!)

Prompt: Start your story with the line "You wanna do something fun?"

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights go to Andrew Peterson and the Wingfeather Saga Series.

Set before book one.

"You wanna do something fun?"

Janner Wingfeather looked up from the book he was currently engrossed in, a story called The Green Ember centered around Flabbits fighting Snickbuzzards, and raised an eyebrow at Tink, who was standing in the doorway to their bedroom in the Igiby cottage, bouncing on his toes, giddy with anticipation.

"Does it involve putting my dignity, sanity, and possibly limbs in jeopardy?"

"No!" Tink exclaimed, a scowl raising itself on his face. "Well, not the last part, anyway. The first two, probably."

Janner allowed himself to think for a logical amount of time before replying. If he went with Tink now, and got caught up in whatever stupid shenanigan he was planning, he'd probably get dirty, humiliated, and possibly punished. On the other hand, he'd been reading since lunch, the sun outside his window was high in the cloudless blue sky, and the hayfield in front of the cottage murmured enticingly in the breeze. It was a perfect day. What could Tink possibly be planning that would ruin the entirety of it? Nothing, he decided, and put down his book.

"What are you planning?" He tugged his boots over his stockinged feet, and tucked his book under his pillow. His sister Leeli's dog, Nugget, was going through a chewing faze. He wasn't about to risk losing another book to that dog's teeth.

"I need you to help me catch a Thwap, first," Tink grinned deviously. "We're gonna need it when we prank the Blaggus boys."

The Thwap in the sack was squealing indignantly as Janner dropped a Totato in to quiet it down. Unlike his grandfather, he rather didn't like the idea of smacking the irritating little creatures with a stick to subdue them. Podo was a bit more ambitious than he was when it came to ridding the world of Garden Thwaps. The Thwap gave a contented sigh as Janner tied the sack closed, which he hadn't known they were capable of doing, curled up, and promptly fell asleep. Janner shrugged. He'd wake it up when the plan was ready.

"Why are we doing this again?" He whispered to Tink, who was crouched next to him, peering out of the bushes while simultaneously fastening a rope to the tree he was next to.

"Because Jedd stole my last Plumyum right out of my hands during the Dragon Day Festival yesterday. So I'm getting him back."

"This is a bit of a drastic revenge plan, don't you think?"

"Go big or go home," Tink shrugged.

"Right, yes, thank you. Go home. That's the best idea you've had all day, Tink."

"Ha, ha. Don't chicken out on me now, Janner. This plan won't work without you."

"Fine. But promise me you'll take most of the blame if we get in trouble."

"No way. Now be quiet, here they come."

Janner sighed, realizing quite quickly that there was no getting out of this now, and crept into position on the other side of the field in which Tink had invited the Blaggus boys to "Play Zibzy." He shook his head. Tink and his Plumyums. Tink appeared next to him, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"Targets are in position. Ready the Thwap."

Janner rolled his eyes at Tink's military-style commands, and opened the bag. "Readying-Oh, no."

"What?"

"It's still asleep."

"Well, wake it up, then!"

"How? I don't want to reach in there, I might lose a finger!"

"I can't believe you're such a wimp. Hit it with a stick, for goodness sake!"

"I don't want to!"

Tink huffed in frustration, and jerked the bag from his brother's grip. "Give it here." He selected a stick, and gave the Thwap a competent smack. The poor thing squealed like a Ratbadger and shot out of the sack, and barreled towards the Blaggus boys, who yelped in surprise, and ran towards the net hidden amongst the leaves at the bottom of a tree. Janner had to admit, Tink had certainly been thorough in his plans. He grinned as the next snapped shut on the unsuspecting boys, and turned to crawl back through the bushes.

"I never agreed to help you get out of the net. This one's all on you."