Prank Week 2nd Week…

Francis was in the middle of making his daily rounds around the school. As usual, every student in the school did their best to avoid his line of sight, but, to his surprise, one student wasn't trying to hide.

"Hey, shrimp, where's Turner?" he asked.

"Don't know," Lincoln shrugged.

Francis glanced towards Timmy's locker and noticed his pink hat wedged between the door.

"But I wouldn't mess with him if I were you, especially after what he's been through this weekend," Lincoln advised him.

"Right…" Francis smirked.

"Well, I tried to warn you," Lincoln shrugged, before taking his leave. Once he was out of sight, Francis pulled a bowling ball out of his pocket and slowly made his way towards Timmy's locker, letting the fear his victim was feeling sink in. He ripped the locker door open and was immediately knocked away by a giant red boxing glove.

"Hey, Francis!"

The young gray bully turned to his left and was greeted by a pie to the face. He angrily wiped the desert off his face and met eyes with a certain 10-year old down the hall.

"It's payback time!" Timmy smirked, tying a red bandanna around his head.

The smug look on Timmy's face was enough to send Francis into a fit of rage. The raging bully charged towards his victim as Timmy pulled a walkie-talkie out of his bag.

"Lola, I need a ride!" Timmy requested. In no time flat, Lola drove into the school in her princess car and plowed right past Francis, knocking him off his feet.

"That felt good," Lola remarked, relishing at her successful form of payback.

Timmy jumped into the vehicle as Francis hopped back onto his feet.

"Let's roll!" Timmy instructed.

Lola hit the gas pedal and the car took off. Francis gave chase, unaware that was exactly what Timmy wanted him too. Unfortunately, Francis was catching up to them faster than he expected, prompting Timmy to dig through his backpack. He pulled out a single slingshot and grabbed one of the many balloons strapped across his chest.

"Man, I wish I had some sort of auto-aiming device," he thought before firing at Francis' face. Upon impact, the balloon detonated, spreading a thick layer of hot sauce across his eyes.

"Bullseye!" Timmy cheered, sharing a high-five with Lola. Francis grasped his eyes and howled in pain, allowing the two to gain enough distance from him. Timmy then grabbed his radio and spoke into it, "Lana, let em' loose!"

"On it!" Lana grinned. The young girl eagerly rushed to the back of the science room and unlocked all the animal cages, freeing a massive variety of rats, frogs and birds. The parade of animal broke through the classroom door and trampled over Francis, giving Timmy and Lola a bigger lead than before. Once they reached the end of the hall, Timmy jumped out of the car and ran left as Lola turned right.

With no time to waste, Timmy dashed down the hall and soon found himself at a dead-end with a surfboard. He reached for the surfboard just as he heard the seething of a raging bully behind him.

"Nowhere to run, Turner," Francis bellowed.

"I'm not running anywhere," Timmy smirked. "Lincoln, now!"

The wall behind him rose up, revealing a familiar 11-year old wielding a water hose.

"I did warn you," Lincoln shrugged, before firing a giant torrent of water, blowing the bully away.

"Best pen pal ever," Timmy grinned.

The 10-year old hopped onto the surfboard and used it to safely ride the wave out of the school. The wave soon dissipated, causing him to land just a few feet away from Francis.

"Alright, Francis, no more mister nice guy," Timmy smirked. "Lucy?"

"Everything's set," Lucy answered.

"Woah!" nearly jumping out of his pants, Timmy took a moment to catch his breath before raising his walkie-talkie up to his face. He glanced down at the line of rope wrapped around Francis' legs and grinned. "This one's for the history books. Lisa, now!"

Appearing from a nearby bush, Lisa flipped switch on a remote, causing the rope around Francis to violently drag him into the school. Even though he couldn't see what was happening in there, Timmy could just imagine what Francis was going through as he sprung the pranks he had Lucy and Lisa set up while he and the others distracted Francis. Some of them were inspired by the pranks Luan pulled on him while some were ones he thought.

Suddenly, Mr. Crocker was thrown through his classroom window and crashed into the surrounding fence.

"That one was a bonus," Timmy chuckled.

After hearing nothing but the sounds of crashing and screaming, a battered and bruised Francis crashed in front of him. There was only one thing left to do. It was time to finish things off with one last embarrassing prank. The vengeful 10-year old pulled a pie out of his pocket and shoved it into his tormentor's face.

"I never seen you looking so pietiful, Francis," Timmy laughed, before realizing what he just said. "Well, that was lame."

But he didn't have enough time to lament over his bad joke as he was soon lifted into the air by all of his fellow students.

"TIMMY! TIMMY! TIMMY!" they all chanted.

"Cool! I was able to beat Francis at his own game got everyone to cheer for me! All without magic!" Timmy beamed with pride.

Suddenly, he noticed that all the students were silently staring at him.

"I mean I beat Francis!" Timmy corrected.

That was all it took for the other students to disregard Timmy's earlier statement and continue cheering his name.

Later that night, Timmy collapsed on his bed just as Cosmo and Wanda poofed into his room. To his surprise, they were covered in bruises and green slime.

"What happened to you guys?" he asked.

"I don't want to talk about," Wanda grumbled. "How were things while we were gone?"

"I pranked Francis and got the school to cheer for me," Timmy grinned.

Como and Wanda simply stared at Timmy before bursting into laughter.

"Hey! Don't laugh! I went through a lot to get to that point!" the annoyed 10-year old pointed out.

"But you're the worst pranker in town!" Cosmo laughed.

Timmy smirked at Cosmo claim and tied his red bandanna around his head.

"You asked for it!" Timmy snickered.

Prank Week: The End