Post by Ben O.O on Jan 26, 2011 18:07:33 GMT -5
It was bright and sunny in the park, with birds shirping in the trees and butterflies flitting though the air. There were young couples froliking in the shade, elderly perched on park benches, and the odd single, middle-aged person walking their dog. All was calm and peaceful, all was quiet.
The perfect day to pull an outrageous prank. The only question was, what?
Dig laid down on the top of the playstructure, his hands clasped behind his head and legs crossed. "Maybe we should make a giant whoopie-cushion and blow it up somewhere around here," he called down to his twin brother, Dug.
"We already thought of that, remember?" Dug reminded him from the swing-set. "We couldn't convince the rubber company to give us eough rubber."
"Oh yeah," Dig concided.
"Oh, hey! What if we make bottle-rockets and cover them with brassires, then shoot them at people?" Dug exclaimed, brightening.
"No, we tried that already, but we didn't have any bras."
"Oh," Dug deflated.
"Wait! What if we climbed one of the trees and dropped dead birds on people?"
"Nah, we almost did that one, but if we did it, we'd have to kill the birdies."
"Oh."
"Then we would have to pick them up."
"Ewwie."
"Quite."
They both sighed collectively. Whatever could they do?
"We can't waste this afternoon," Dig reminded Dug.
"No, we really can't."
A short ways away, a car parked. Three masked men got out and rushed over to a small church nearby. If their boss was right, this church had relics within its doors worth millions. Diamond- and ruby-incrusted figures dating back to the Crusades- the men would be rich if they pulled this off.
The perfect day to pull an outrageous prank. The only question was, what?
Dig laid down on the top of the playstructure, his hands clasped behind his head and legs crossed. "Maybe we should make a giant whoopie-cushion and blow it up somewhere around here," he called down to his twin brother, Dug.
"We already thought of that, remember?" Dug reminded him from the swing-set. "We couldn't convince the rubber company to give us eough rubber."
"Oh yeah," Dig concided.
"Oh, hey! What if we make bottle-rockets and cover them with brassires, then shoot them at people?" Dug exclaimed, brightening.
"No, we tried that already, but we didn't have any bras."
"Oh," Dug deflated.
"Wait! What if we climbed one of the trees and dropped dead birds on people?"
"Nah, we almost did that one, but if we did it, we'd have to kill the birdies."
"Oh."
"Then we would have to pick them up."
"Ewwie."
"Quite."
They both sighed collectively. Whatever could they do?
"We can't waste this afternoon," Dig reminded Dug.
"No, we really can't."
A short ways away, a car parked. Three masked men got out and rushed over to a small church nearby. If their boss was right, this church had relics within its doors worth millions. Diamond- and ruby-incrusted figures dating back to the Crusades- the men would be rich if they pulled this off.