Post by TUESDAY DAVENPORT on Aug 18, 2012 17:06:09 GMT -5
This was going to happen right here, right now. Yes. This was like, he didn’t know, like the climax of this story or something. If they were part of a movie or whatever, this would be the part with the whole fast scary music thing playing and all the bad guys and good guys with swords going at each other and stabbing each other. Except there wouldn’t be any stabbing here. Just fun. That was all Tuesday needed. And they were all here, too. Pig had been hard to convince, but they’d gotten her, just like he and Thursday had always known they would. And November…well, she was going to get to see him like, in his element here, wasn’t she? She’d see him in action and stuff. His true colors. Was that what they were called? Right?
And of course, the plot was the best part. Not to brag or anything but like, this was definitely one of their better ones. They’d spent more time planning and preparing for this one than Tuesday had ever spent preparing for like, anything ever, except maybe that one prank that had required setting like, seventeen alarm clocks and putting them places, but that one didn’t really count because they’d had to abandon the scheme partway through because of stupid janitors walking around and cleaning things that totally didn’t need to be cleaned. Fuck janitors. Seriously. Going all around like the owned the place, ruining Tuesday’s plans like it was their job. But anyways, no janitors were going to stop this one. Because this wasn’t like, a stupid little school. This was a masquerade. A masquerade ball. Like, ball gowns and shit. And masks. And chandeliers. And wow, Tuesday felt like he was at like, the Olympics of pranking or something, with all the publicity this event had gotten.
The plan involved frogs. He wasn’t quite sure why, but man, he and Thursday had just been really into frogs lately. Or maybe it had just been him. He wasn’t really sure, but at this point, he didn’t really care, because this plan was genius. They’d snuck in the other day and hidden the barrels of frogs strategically throughout, and now they were piled into a taxi, headed for the Masquerade Ball, and this felt just like that one movie with Ben Stiller in it right before the huge badass battle scene with guns and punching and stuff. He, patted the large bag on his lap, running through a mental checklist in his head for the millionth time today; if they’d forgotten anything, the plan would be ruined.
Frogs, check. CD, check. Food coloring, check. Tissue paper, check. Bandanas, check.
”Here we are. Masquerade Ball. Have fun, kids.”[/i]
Tuesday slid out of the taxi and held the door open for his friends. ”Here we are, dudes and dudettes.” He winked at his brother as he passed. Man, have we got a night ahead of us, the wink said. He fished around in the bag for black bandanas, passing them around the group. ”Keep these on at all times, so we can identify each other. So.” He drummed his fingers on the opposite forearm, beginning to stride briskly towards the enormous ballroom entrance. ”So we’ll probably need two of us to go dye the punch and switch up the CD, and then two of us to run around releasing the frogs and putting the tissue paper over the strobe lights.” He allowed the large bag to fall open, granting his companions a brief glimpse of its contents before he closed it again. ”And remember, no looking at the cameras, and no saying names. We’re like those anonymous people on tumblr right now, no names, no faces. And remember the signal: if one of us throws our mask up in the air, we all run. Got it?” He grinned around, making eye contact with everyone. ”Good. Now, any volunteers?”
Wearin' some shit
And of course, the plot was the best part. Not to brag or anything but like, this was definitely one of their better ones. They’d spent more time planning and preparing for this one than Tuesday had ever spent preparing for like, anything ever, except maybe that one prank that had required setting like, seventeen alarm clocks and putting them places, but that one didn’t really count because they’d had to abandon the scheme partway through because of stupid janitors walking around and cleaning things that totally didn’t need to be cleaned. Fuck janitors. Seriously. Going all around like the owned the place, ruining Tuesday’s plans like it was their job. But anyways, no janitors were going to stop this one. Because this wasn’t like, a stupid little school. This was a masquerade. A masquerade ball. Like, ball gowns and shit. And masks. And chandeliers. And wow, Tuesday felt like he was at like, the Olympics of pranking or something, with all the publicity this event had gotten.
The plan involved frogs. He wasn’t quite sure why, but man, he and Thursday had just been really into frogs lately. Or maybe it had just been him. He wasn’t really sure, but at this point, he didn’t really care, because this plan was genius. They’d snuck in the other day and hidden the barrels of frogs strategically throughout, and now they were piled into a taxi, headed for the Masquerade Ball, and this felt just like that one movie with Ben Stiller in it right before the huge badass battle scene with guns and punching and stuff. He, patted the large bag on his lap, running through a mental checklist in his head for the millionth time today; if they’d forgotten anything, the plan would be ruined.
Frogs, check. CD, check. Food coloring, check. Tissue paper, check. Bandanas, check.
”Here we are. Masquerade Ball. Have fun, kids.”[/i]
Tuesday slid out of the taxi and held the door open for his friends. ”Here we are, dudes and dudettes.” He winked at his brother as he passed. Man, have we got a night ahead of us, the wink said. He fished around in the bag for black bandanas, passing them around the group. ”Keep these on at all times, so we can identify each other. So.” He drummed his fingers on the opposite forearm, beginning to stride briskly towards the enormous ballroom entrance. ”So we’ll probably need two of us to go dye the punch and switch up the CD, and then two of us to run around releasing the frogs and putting the tissue paper over the strobe lights.” He allowed the large bag to fall open, granting his companions a brief glimpse of its contents before he closed it again. ”And remember, no looking at the cameras, and no saying names. We’re like those anonymous people on tumblr right now, no names, no faces. And remember the signal: if one of us throws our mask up in the air, we all run. Got it?” He grinned around, making eye contact with everyone. ”Good. Now, any volunteers?”
Wearin' some shit
