"So you wished for an older brother and then wished him away?" Lincoln asked, flipping through multiple TV channels.
"Yep," Timmy answered, taking a bite out of his steak.
Lincoln stopped on the anime channel and shot a horrified look Timmy's way. He was shocked by Timmy's nonchalance on the matter.
"Doesn't that mean you basically…?" Lincoln started.
"What?! No! No! He's in that country we all ignore? Timmy explained.
"Oh," Lincoln breathed a sigh of relief. With that uncomfortable subject out of the way, the two watched the latest episode of Maho Mushi until the Loud Sisters walked through the front door covered in oil and feathers.
"How'd the talk go?" Timmy asked, trying his best not to laugh.
"I look like a dirty bird!" Leni cried.
"More sprecifically, these feathers are from Phoenicopterus," Lisa repled, cleaning her glasses.
"Welp, it was nice to knowing you all," Timmy conceded. "I'll be sure to add you to my will."
"You don't need to worry about anything, Timmy, because your pen pal's got you covered," Lincoln assured him.
"What are you talking about?" Timmy asked. The curious 10-year old watched Lincoln dig through his pocket and pull out a blueprint.
"The one good thing that came out of hanging out with the popular crowd was that I was able to get a copy of this," Lincoln grinned, revealing the contents of the mysterious object, the sight of which caused Timmy's jaw to hit the ground.
"The legends were true…" Timmy muttered, unable to contain his whimsy. "A secret underground system the popular kids use to avoid Prank Week! With this I may be able to survive without Cosmo and Wanda after all!"
"Wait a minute, you had a better solution to the problem and you still let us walk into a losing battle?" Lori questioned, outraged. She and her similarly outraged sisters glared at Lincoln, sending shivers down his spine.
"Well, it was more of a backup plan…" Lincoln nervously chuckled; releasing nothing he would say would change the outcome of the situation. There was only one thing left to do. "Look something that can make your dreams come true!"
The Loud Sisters immediately turned around but found nothing behind them. They then turned back and were shocked to find that Lincoln and Timmy were gone.
Prank Week, Day 2…
Lincoln and Timmy quickly and silently dashed from bush to bush on their way to school.
"Is bush hopping part of the secret password into the super secret underground system?" Timmy asked.
"Hm? No, I'm just making sure I'm not caught by my sisters," Lincoln replied. "They're still a little mad about last night."
A few meters away from the school, Lincoln led Timmy to a secret gold-plated manhole cover hidden behind a few bushes.
"Kinda surprised that I never noticed this, considering that I'm pretty sure I was thrown into every bush in Dimmesdale," Timmy said, reaching for the manhole cover. Once he made contact with the cover, a giant boxing glove sprung up and uppercut Timmy high into the air.
"What just happened?" Lincoln wondered, unable to fathom what he just witnessed.
Lincoln inspected the boxing glove and noticed a note attached to it. He curiously grabbed the note and read aloud, "There's nowhere to hide, Turner."
Just then, gravity finally took effect and Timmy crash landed next to Lincoln.
"So much for the popular route," Lincoln lamented.
"This is going to be a long week, isn't it?" Timmy groaned.
Prank Week, Day 3…
Timmy and Lincoln crouched at opposite ends of the school's front stairs and gave each other nod.
"This is Double L #6," Lincoln spoke into his walkie-talkie. "How are things looking Big Brain and Cheese Lover?"
"He's not in the cafeteria," Chester reported before happily taking another bite out of his cheese wheel.
"There's a trail of wedgie victims going from the north corridor to the playground," AJ reported. "It seems he's nowhere near the entrance of the school."
"Wait, I thought he said he was only pranking you," Lincoln said to Timmy, confused over what he just heard.
"Ah, the usual bad guy loophole," Timmy smirked. "He's still pranking me, but still bullying others. Anyway, let's move!"
Timmy cautiously approached the front door and opened it.
"Oh snap!" Timmy exclaimed. The young 10-year old was blown out of the school by the force of a giant water balloon exploding in his face and into a nearby street lamp.
Prank Week, Day 4…
Lucy stood in front of Timmy's bedroom window, keeping her eyes trained on Francis.
"He's still at the bus stop," Lucy reported in a walkie-talkie.
"Copy that Double L #7," Lincoln acknowledged from the backyard. He stuffed his radio back in his pocket and turned towards Timmy and Lynn. The two were standing in front of a giant rubber band between giant pencils (borrowed from Dad's job) while tightly holding on to a hang glider.
"We're good to go," Lincoln grinned.
"All right!" Lynn yelled, excited to begin. The two proceeded to walk back, using their bodies to stretch the rubber band backwards until it reached its limit.
"Ready for take off!" Timmy announced.
They immediately jumped up and were launched into the air. Flying through the air, Timmy couldn't help but feel excitement and relief. He felt that he was untouchable at the moment, so much in fact that he decided it would be okay to taunt Francis. Unfortunately, that was the worst possible decision he could have made.
The prank happy bully smirked and pulled a switch from behind his back.
"Uh oh…" Timmy muttered as he watched his tormentor flip the switch. Suddenly, confetti cannons rose out of the surrounding bushes and started firing bowling balls at the hang glider.
"Why is he so much worse during Prank Week?!" Timmy cried as a storm of bowling ball knocked them out of the sky.
Prank Week, Day 5…
Timmy staggered towards his locker and reached for the lock until he heard his name called. In response, the paranoid child pulled a purple unicorn out of his pocket and pointed it at Lincoln, Lucy, Lana, Lola, Chester and AJ.
"Oh, it's just you guys," Timmy said, relieved he wasn't going to suffer another prank. "What's the news?"
"Honestly, no one's seen Francis all day," said Lincoln.
"No one?" Timmy responded, surprised to hear that. "Well, at least the day's over. No matter what happens, Prank Week is over."
As if on cue, Lisa lowered herself down from the ceiling and with a piece of paper in hand.
"Not exactly," Lisa said.
"What are you talking about?" Timmy asked.
Suddenly, the group heard the PA system turn on for the principal to deliver a shocking announcement.
"Attention, Dimmesdale Elementary! Due to the fact that we haven't received any complaints about Prank Week this year, the school board has decided that Prank Week will be extended by an entire week," Principal Waxelplax announced. "Woo!"
Timmy's right eye twitched as he tried to grasp what he just heard. Just when he thought he was free, life threw him another curveball. But as soon as he looked down and noticed the rope around his feet, he realized that he didn't have the time to think about next week.
"Oh snap…" Timmy sighed, before he was forcibly dragged away. The young victim was dragged through the entire school at breakneck speeds, colliding with various lockers, desks, football players and school supplies before finally being brought outside and landing in the middle of a vicious group of pit bulls.
"Oh come on!" Timmy complained before the carnage began. As he was being attacked by the bloodthirsty animals, something in the boy snapped, causing his irises to change from blue to purple. The furious 10-year old violently grabbed one of the dogs tails and used him to ward off the others. He then released the final dog from his grip and watched him run away in fear as his eye color returned to normal, unaware that his friends witnessed everything but his eye color change.
"That's it!" the angry 10-year old yelled. "I'm tired of being Francis' personal punching and I refuse to go through another week of nonstop pranks! It's finally time to fight fire with fire!"
"But Timmy, you're the worst pranker in the school," AJ pointed out, revealing his presence.
"Not to mention gullible," Chester added.
"You don't have a chance at getting back at Francis," AJ concluded.
While he didn't agree with Chester's claim, Timmy knew what AJ said was true. He was never good at pulling pranks. The only way he would get back at Francis was to learn from a prank-happy master. Suddenly, a devious smirk spread across Timmy's face once he realized that the answer to his troubles was right inside his very own home.
Later that day, Timmy approached Luan who appeared to be expecting him
"So you come to me so you can learn how to prank?" Luan asked as she stroked the back of a cat.
"Yes. Will you please teach me?" Timmy pleaded. "I can't handle any more pranks."
Luan grinned at the desperate 10-year old and tossed the cat to the side, exploding into confetti once it hit the ground.
"Alright, I'll teach you what I know," Luan said as she extended her right hand.
"Sweet!" Timmy cheered.
He reached for Luan's hand until he realized the obvious intention behind her action.
"You passed the first test," Luan congratulated him, removing her joy buzzer. "Now for the next one."
"What's that?" asked Timmy.
At that moment, a line of rope dropped from the ceiling, causing Timmy to feel a little uncomfortable. Luan tugged on the rope, causing a trap door to open underneath the unsuspecting child.
"Oh no…" he muttered before falling down the trapdoor.
"Looks like you felled that one!" Luan laughed.