Twelve
Impractical jokers
Flygon was drinking coffee.
"Wait, where's the brewer?" Charizard asked.
The giant Insectoid dragon pointed to the left and kept drinking.
Suddenly, a blue blur crashed into the coffee brewer, bounced off the ceiling, slammed into Piplup, and crashed into the wall.
Quilava emerged from the wreckage and held up a small, golden ring. "WHO PUT THIS ON MY FOOT LAST NIGHT?!" he demanded.
Zoroark whistled innocently.
"YOU…" Quilava snarled, charging after her.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT ACTUALLY WORKED!" she screamed while dodging fiery blasts.
"YOU BROKE THE BOX!" Serperior yelled.
Piplup looked woozy from the crash and fell over.
"QUILAVA, HEEL!" Charizard bellowed, getting in between them.
Quilava growled and didn't speak for the rest of the chapter.
The giant fire dragon turned to Zoroark.
"What, exactly, gave you the excellent, well-thought plan of placing that hedgehog's ring in our friend here's palm? Hmm? Did you consider the last time you decorated him with rings?"
"No…I thought I could beat him this time!" she said, smiling cheaply.
Charizard face clawed and went to fix the coffee maker.
He's always been touchy about that subject.
This was a joke I had in the back store, since Quilava looks like sonic if he curls into a ball with his fire up. Wait, where's-
Percy: HA! (Slaps a pickle in my eyes)
AAAAAUUUUUUGHHH VINEGAR!