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Sodor High School: Thomas & Friends Tales

Written by: ThomasZoey3000 / SF64Rules91

Based on the Railway Series by: The Rev. W. and Christopher Awdry

Based on the Television Series by: Britt AllCroft, David Mitton, Lionsgate, and Universal Pictures

OC(s) owned by: SF64Rules91

Episode 48: Pranks-A-Lot

Michelangelo, the younger brother of Leonardo, was a pizza delivery boy working for the popular Pizza Palace restaurant. Getting the part-time job during the summer, he continued to work on most Saturdays whenever he could. He loved his job as a pizza delivery boy, because he loved eating pizza.

"COWABUNGA!" cheered Michelangelo, skateboarding while carrying a bag full of pizzas he was delivering.

He was very popular with most of the customers, and he was paid very generously for his services. If there was a downside to him, it would be his cheeky personality. Similar to Bill and Ben regarding the other students, Michelangelo loved to prank and annoy his friends and brother—and there were also times where he would take a practical joke much too far.

(new scene…)

Inside his homeroom classroom, Raphael approached his seat and, without looking, sat down when there was a loud farting noise. This caused everyone else to turn and roar with laughter as the angry brown-haired boy flushed red with humiliation.

"Wow! What did you eat for breakfast this morning, buddy?" teased Hank, waving his right hand near his face, "A whole chili bowl?"

And the laughter from the class immediately resumed. Wondering what happened, Raphael sat up, looked at the seat, and saw a whoopie cushion on it along with a note tapped on the item that read "Got you!".

"Mikey-!" growled Raphael, taking and crushing the note in his anger.

He turned nearby, and, as expected, Michelangelo was laughing the loudest and jolliest of all.

(elsewhere…)

During the noon hour, everyone was in the cafeteria eating lunch. Leonardo was shown eating with his hockey teammates at their favorite table. The dirty blonde-haired boy bit into his sandwich, and in a few seconds his eyes widened and watered in response to the spiciness.

"Hot, hot, hot, hot!" wailed Leonardo, quickly grabbing Donald's water bottle and gulping the contents from it all down. Once the hotness in his mouth died down, he sighed heavily, "Aaahhhh… That's better…"

"Hot enaw fur ye?" chuckled Donald.

Wondering what was wrong with his lunch, Leonardo checked his sandwich and saw it was not entirely a Turkey sandwich.

"Someone switched my Turkey sandwich for something spicy!" he exclaimed.

"Switched?" said Michelangelo cheekily, holding up a hot pepper, "Don't you mean 'added' something spicy to it, bro?"

And the rest of the team laughed a little bit.

"Funny joke, huh?" chortled Paxton.

"He got you there real good!" added Hank, slapping Leonardo's back.

The only one not laughing over it was Leonardo himself, who merely scowled over being pranked.

(elsewhere…)

Later during science class, everyone was decked out in lab coats and goggles. Donatello was currently paired up with Michelangelo for the class. After what happened during homeroom and during lunch, he was trying his absolute hardest to avoid getting pranked.

"Hand me the beaker full of yellow chemicals, Mikey," Donatello requested, but got no answer, "Mikey?"

He turned and saw Michelangelo, with headphones on, listening to tunes and not really paying any attention.

"Mikey!" hissed Donatello, shaking the black-haired boy.

"Ow!" whined Michelangelo, removing his headphones and glaring, "What?"

"I said for you to hand me the beaker of yellow chemicals."

"Okay, okay!" As Michelangelo turned to grab what he was asked for, a devious grin appeared on his face when he sneakily took a ketchup packet from lunch out of his shirt pocket, "It's coming."

With Donatello not looking, Michelangelo carefully opened the ketchup packet and let a few droplets of the ketchup fall into the beaker full of yellow chemicals. Afterwards, he gladly handed his lab partner the beaker.

"Here you go, science dude!" said Michelangelo brightly.

Not knowing the stuff had been compromised, Donatello took the beaker and then mixed the chemicals in it with another beaker of blue chemicals. He then carefully shook the beaker and looked into it…

*KABOOM!*

…and was met with an explosion, leaving him ash-faced. All eyes from the other classmates and even the science teacher were on Donatello, who removed his goggles and began wondering where he went wrong with his scientific facts. It was then he heard laughter…coming from Michelangelo.

"So much for the science whiz!" he chortled.

Poor Donatello buried his hands into his face while as embarrassed as can be.

(elsewhere…)

Later after school, Leonardo, Donatello, and Raphael each met inside the Pizza Palace for an indignation meeting about Michelangelo.

"Mikey's been going too far!" raged Raphael, before taking a sip from his chocolate milkshake and resumed fuming, "I mean it this time, too!"

"I hate to have to say this, Leo, but your brother needs to be taught a lesson, pronto!" requested Donatello.

"Come on, as annoying as he can be, we wouldn't be any better if we tried getting Mikey back," protested Leonardo.

"There's also Mikey planting a big rubber spider in Henry's binder in math class… Unscrewing Gordon's chair in Language Arts class… Replacing the lock to Duck's locker… Greasing the top of Oliver's desk… Need I go on?"

"Brainy boy here's right, Leo," agreed Raphael, "As much as we like him, Mikey's been a big pain towards us and our other friends too much lately; he needs to be taught a lesson, and the best way to do it is give him a taste of his own medicine."

Leonardo thought about it for a moment before deciding that Michelangelo needed to be taught a little lesson.

"Okay, you two have convinced me," he agreed reluctantly, "Mikey has been going too far with his pranks lately. Let's plan a prank to get back at him."

"Great!" Raphael grinned sinisterly, eagerly rubbing his hands together, "And I know just the guys who can help us… Mu ha ha ha ha ha! MU HA HA HA HA HA! MU HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

"Oh, knock it off, Raph," groaned Donatello, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

(elsewhere…)

The next morning before school began, the three martial artists-in-training met with Bill and Ben outside the school.

"So, you three are in need of 'our' help?" cracked Bill.

"Yes!" confirmed Raphael, "Mikey's been taking his usual day of pranks too far lately, and we want to get back at him by making him see how it feels to be a victim of one!"

"To do that, we need the assistance of two people, being you both, who knows a thing or two about pranks," added Donatello.

"Basically it's a prank for a prankster," finished Leonardo.

"If you need assistance with planning a payback prank, you've come to the right duo for the job," proclaimed Ben proudly, "We'll help you guys out—for a small price."

"I knew this sounded too easy," Raphael complained, bringing a hand to his forehead, "Alright, tell us what you two want in exchange?"

"Do our homework for two weeks!" offered Bill.

"WHAT?! No way in he-"

"Relax, Raph," scolded Donatello, cutting off his hot-headed friend before looking towards Bill and Ben while sighing in defeat, "You two have got yourselves a deal."

Ben giggled, "Boy, you guys will be saving our butts!"

"Our grades have been degrading recently," added Bill, "With your help, they'll improve and impress our parents."

Raphael merely grumbled dreadfully, thinking that going to ask Bill and Ben for help was a bad idea all this time—even though going to them WAS his idea in the first place.

(elsewhere…)

The very next day inside the school's hallway, Michelangelo was walking towards his locker to get his things. Nearby, Raphael and Bill both were peeking from inside a classroom. When Michelangelo reached his locker, he started unlocking it. Having arrived at school early, both teenagers hijacked the locker and set the prank up as fast as they could.

"Are you sure this will work?" Raphael whispered to Bill.

"Positive!" reassured Bill, "It's a classic, predictable trick, but it always works."

"It better work, or I'll give you a knuckle sandwich."

Despite the threat, Bill remained absolutely certain the prank would get Michelangelo good. Speaking of whom, the black-haired boy soon finished unlocking his lock, and was prepared to open his locker when…

"Mikey!" The voice of Rosie called out, who then ran up to see Michelangelo, "There you are! I've been looking for you!"

"Rosie?" blinked Michelangelo, "What's the 9-1-1, dudette?"

"According to Duck, the lunchroom is having a discount on Apple-flavored muffins today!" said Rosie frantically.

Michelangelo's eyes brightened, "Discount on Apple-flavored muffins?!" he screeched, "Radical news! That means I have enough money to buy at least three of them to start off my day! Lead the way, babe!"

Raphael and Bill both had looks of complete disbelief on their respective faces when they saw Michelangelo walking away with Rosie towards the cafeteria.

"You're kidding, right?" deadpanned Raphael.

"Dude, did your friend just call Rosie 'babe'?" quizzed Bill, equally deadpan.

Raphael merely growled, and was about to lose his temper when Diesel walked up to the unlocked locker.

"Hey, why is Mikey's locker unlocked like this?" The devious black-haired boy wondered, before a nasty grin crept onto his face, "Perhaps he won't mind much if I take a peek at the comic books he has stashed in there?"

"Hey, Diesel?" worried Bill, showing himself from the classroom, "I don't know if you should-"

Raphael immediately shushed him, wanting to at least see this scenario play out. Sure enough, Diesel opened up the locker, which resulted in several rubber snakes suddenly shooting out of Michelangelo's locker and throwing him back as he shrieked like a girl, which brought the eyes of some of the other students in the hall right on him. Diesel huffed and puffed repeatedly while clutching his chest over the pretty nasty scare he was given.

"Well, I did warn him," Bill, looking at Raphael, shrugged, before departing.

Raphael merely looked at Diesel and gave him a cheesy smile before walking away as well, basically leaving Diesel to sulk over almost getting a heart attack. As funny as the scene was to him, Raphael knew that the prank mostly failed. Even so, he still had high hopes that the others would have better luck in getting Michelangelo than he did just now.

(elsewhere…)

Later on in the cafeteria during lunch hour, Michelangelo had purchased his lunch and was just sitting down beside Leonardo at their table.

"Can you believe it, bro?" The black-haired boy remarked, looking at the food on his tray, "They're selling pizza today! How lucky are we?"

"If you mean 'we', I think you mean 'you'," said Leonardo dryly.

Michelangelo merely grinned before leaning under the table to quickly tie his shoes. While that was happening, Leonardo, without his mischievous brother looking, took a small rubber cockroach out of his pocket and slipped it into his younger brother's opened carton of chocolate milk on the earlier suggestion of both Bill and Ben. Michelangelo soon finished tying his shoes and sat back up, taking his chocolate milk and raising it up.

"Well, here's to a hopefully successful hockey season for all of us on 'The Green Machines'!" he toasted.

"GO GREEN MACHINE!" The rest of the team agreed, raising their own drinks.

Leonardo smirked to himself, waiting for Michelangelo to drink the contaminated chocolate milk. It looked certain like it would be drunk, when, at the very last second, Michelangelo stopped himself…

"Wait a second," realized Michelangelo.

"Huh?" blinked Leonardo.

"What am I thinking?" Michelangelo went on, before slapping the palm of his right hand on his forehead, "Silly me, I forgot I bought a bottle of cola with me today! And besides, I've heard that cola goes well with pizza."

An annoyed Leonardo watched as his brother pushed the carton of chocolate milk aside, reached into his backpack, and pulled out a bottle of cola. This meant the prank was a failure—or so he thought. Just then, Diesel walked up.

"You don't want this?" The devious black-haired boy teased, taking the small carton of chocolate milk.

"Nope, it's all yours dude," offered Michelangelo absentmindedly.

Leonardo grimaced, watching as Diesel started drinking the chocolate milk without a care in the world. A few seconds later, Diesel's eyes widened as he felt something else enter his mouth, and he turned his head aside and spat the drink out in disgust.

"Gah!" cried Diesel, looking down at the puddle of chocolate milk he left behind, "What's in this stuff?! I think I need to go to the bathroom and scrub my tongue!"

In the middle of the spill was what appeared to be a small, rubber cockroach.

"Whoa," gasped Michelangelo, not realizing that the chocolate milk was sabotaged for a prank, "I guess the chocolate milk was old, because a cockroach somehow got into it."

Diesel fumed, "Who in their right minds would sell spoiled chocolate milk?!" he raged, before deciding to blame someone about it, "I'll sue the wise guy for this—Spencer, that is!"

And the devious black-haired boy stormed off in a bad temper.

"Gee, I guess I should consider myself lucky," Michelangelo, after a few seconds of silence, said naively, "I likely would be doing the same thing as Diesel just now if I drank spoiled chocolate milk."

"I'll say," agreed Paxton.

While nobody was looking, Leonardo simply buried his hands into his face.

(elsewhere…)

To the surprise of nobody, Diesel had cut through the front of the line, complaining and throwing a fit about the spoiled chocolate milk to Spencer while claiming that he (Spencer) had seemingly tried to poison him (Diesel). Speaking of Spencer, he was in the process of arguing that he had nothing to do with it.

"I can assure you I had nothing to do with your spoiled chocolate milk," insisted Spencer, sounding truthful, "In fact, it was still fresh this morning when—whoa!"

He was quickly grabbed by the shirt collar and almost yanked over the counter by the very cross Diesel, who was basically yelling threats among other things before he was separated from Spencer and pulled away by both 'Arry and Bert before a violent confrontation could commence.

(elsewhere…)

Later on before Math class, Ben was helping Donatello with unscrewing the chair belonging to Michelangelo.

"I don't know, Ben… Isn't this one a bit 'too' obvious?" pondered Donatello.

"Hey, do you want my help or not?" huffed Ben, briefly looking up from his work.

Donatello sighed, "Sorry."

Ben was soon finished with his job, just as the bell rang and the other students (including Michelangelo) all walked inside. The teacher, Mr. Moraghan, walked inside and laid a stack of papers on the table (his desk). The students all took their seats—except for Michelangelo, who was about to sit down on his chair. Nearby, Ben snickered to himself, while Donatello grinned with satisfaction. But before the prank could be triggered…

"Hold on a second, Michelangelo," interrupted Mr. Moraghan, causing black-haired boy to stop, "For today's test, everyone will be seated at a different desk. Could everyone line-up by the wall, please?"

Ben and Donatello both were not happy with hearing this. Sure enough, everyone was swapping desks for their upcoming Math test. Diesel ended up getting Michelangelo's desk, meaning he also got the unscrewed chair.

"Heh! I got the best desk!" bragged Diesel, "I can look out the window as we work on our test!"

Donatello winced over what was about to happen, but Ben instead grinned with mischievous intention. The instant Diesel sat down on the unscrewed chair…

*CRASH!*

…it immediately collapsed and caused him to fall onto the floor, resulting in nearly everyone in the classroom bursting into laughter. The only ones not laughing were Diesel (obviously), Donatello, and Mr. Moraghan.

"Gragh! Why is this happening to me?!" whined Diesel, slamming his fists on the floor in a tantrum.

"Oh dear… Not again…" sighed Mr. Moraghan, before looking at Ben in disappointment, "Ben, how many times have I told you not to unscrew the other students' chairs?"

Ben smiled, "Guilty as charged," he admitted, before approaching Donatello and whispering into his ear, "Worth it."

"You were warned too many times about this," said Mr. Moraghan sternly, "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you will have to go to Sir Topham Hatt's office for discipline. Now, off you go."

Ben cheerfully started to leave, but not before noticing Diesel giving him a look that indicated "You're dead meat!". Ben didn't even look afraid of the potential threat, and merely left the classroom while whistling as though his day was amazing. A befuddled Donatello scratched the back of his head when Michelangelo walked up.

"Boy, Diesel really must be having a bad day," shrugged Michelangelo innocently.

"Yeah, you could…say that," groaned Donatello.

(elsewhere…)

Later on before the day was over, Michelangelo was in his homeroom classroom, walking towards his desk with an open chocolate pudding cup in hand. He was about to sit down and enjoy his little snack when…

"Mikey, there you are!" The voice of Leonardo called out.

"Huh?" wondered Michelangelo, turning and noticing his brother along with Raphael and Donatello, "Hey, guys. What's up?"

"Do we have to do this?" muttered Raphael unhappily.

"Yes, Raph, we must," Donatello whispered back, before looking back at Michelangelo, "Mikey, we've been looking for you."

"In that case, here I am," joked Michelangelo, putting his open pudding cup down on the chair, "So, what can I do for you dudes?"

"Well…" Raphael uttered, trying to find something else to say, "The thing is, you see… We're here, uh… to… err…"

"What Raph is trying to say," cut in Leonardo, "is that we're sorry."

"Say what?" blinked Michelangelo, before, without realizing it, sitting on the chair with the opened pudding cup, "Sorry for what? I don't understand."

"Do you wonder why Diesel was having such a bad day?" pressed Donatello, which earned him a nod, "Well, those practical jokes were not meant for him—they were meant for you…by us three, plus Bill and Ben."

"What?!" gasped Michelangelo, "You dudes…were trying to prank me? But why? Why would you do that?"

"We were trying to give you a taste of your own medicine," replied Leonardo, "Lately you've been annoying us and everyone else with your jokes and pranks, and we were fed up with it. To that end, we went to see Bill and Ben for assistance in getting you back."

"See, if we pranked you and made you see how it felt to be a victim of such a joke, you'd realize what you were doing to us," added Raphael, before throwing in a slight groan… "But as the day went on, mostly due to Diesel getting caught in the pranks, we started to realize…that by doing what you were doing to us, we were not being any better."

"We should have just come to you in the first place to tell you to knock it off," admitted Donatello, "To that end, we're sorry, Mikey."

There was a moment of silence. Eventually, that silence was broken…

"I'm sorry, too," Michelangelo said back, making his older brother and friends surprised, "I should have realized I was getting out of control with my pranks and jokes. I mean, I only want to make people laugh; I never want to potentially hurt them. If you want, I'll try to scale back my antics a little. That way, everyone can be happy."

"Thanks, Mikey," smiled Leonardo, thankful that all was forgiven, "Now, what do you say we four find our hockey teammates, and we all pay a visit to the Burger Shack for dinner?"

"Tubular!" cheered Michelangelo, standing up, "That sounds like a mondo delicious dinner idea!"

"In that case, let's get movin'," requested Raphael, "I'm starving!"

(outside…)

Outside on the school grounds, the four martial artists-in-training all emerged from the building and were about to go and search for their teammates in order to invite them to join in a celebration at the Burger Shack. Near the entrance, Rosie could be seen speaking to Emily about something.

"So did you try talking to Percy?" Emily was asking.

"Yes, I did try talking to him earlier this morning," replied Rosie, while recalling a conversation she had with Percy, "However, when I asked him what was wrong with me helping Stanley and his friends out with their fundraiser, he insisted that everything's perfectly fine and I should be free to see other friends," She shook her head, "But somehow, that doesn't convince me."

Emily tilted her head, "How come?"

"It's mostly about Percy himself," Rosie went on, before looking up into the sky in wonderment, "Judging from his recently shy attitude while being around me, I'm starting to think that something 'is' wrong," She then looked right back at Emily, "Emily, do you believe I'm overthinking about it or something?"

"Of course not, Rosie," soothed Emily, smiling slightly, "I'm sure you and Percy will be able to work things out between you two in the end," She noticed Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael walking nearby, "Hi, Leo! Hi, Mikey! Hi, Donny! Hi, Raph!"

The four martial artists-in-training overheard the female voices and turned to notice both Emily and Rosie waving at them.

"Emily!" greeted Leonardo.

"Rosie!" put in Donatello.

"'sup?" grinned Raphael.

"Dudettes!" winked Michelangelo, before he and his friends (brother in Leonardo's case) resumed walking.

The two girls then noticed something wrong with Michelangelo's jeans, and giggled to themselves. Near the sidewalk, Gordon was shown talking to Henry when they looked over at Michelangelo's jeans and started snickering amongst themselves, too, much to his confusion.

"Man, I wonder what the joke is?" pondered Michelangelo, looking at his brother and two friends.

Ultimately, he shrugged it off and walked off once he noticed both Sidney and Paxton. When the black-haired boy was several steps ahead, Leonardo, Donatello, and Raphael each finally noticed something on his pair of jeans and chuckled to themselves as well. Unknown to Michelangelo, there was a noticeable chocolate pudding stain on the seat of his jeans as a result of sitting on his own opened chocolate pudding cup while chatting with his friends. Although he would never know about it right away, Michelangelo Splinterson…basically just pranked himself.