Hide-and-seek was a stupid idea. You knew this was going to happen, and yet, you still agreed. You sit down and mourn the loss of sweet, baked apple goodness. You have no one to blame but yourself, and you know it, but you still are mad at the little goblin that just devoured your treat. Forgiveness is sweet, but revenge is sweeter still. You try to remember who said that. Maybe no one did, and you just came up with that incredibly meaningful quote by yourself. You can’t remember. Oh well. Doesn’t matter. Revenge will be sweet anyway.
After looting the fridge and confirming that the apple pie is gone, you retreat to your bedroom. You need to come up with a plan.
Last time he tried a stunt of this magnitude, you spent an hour sharpening pencils and dumped most of the shavings in his bed and sprinkled the rest in his bureau on his clothes. You got in so much trouble. Your mom was not happy that she had to wash his clothes again for no reason or that your brother got at least six splinters in his legs in one night. It was funny, though...you quickly decide not to try that again. You need something cool, something funny, something with finesse. You pace around your room, pondering the problem when you spy something on your nightstand. You grin. This will be perfect. Revenge will be sweet.
It’s 12:00 at night, and both your parents and your brother are asleep. You spent the afternoon plotting the perfect crime. You have everything you need: an assortment of different colored Sharpies, a can of whipped cream, and a spool of yarn. Let Operation Revenge commence! You slowly creep into your brother’s room. He looks so peaceful lying there, snug as a bug in a rug, but not for long! You pull the Sharpies out of your pocket, and get to work. By time you’re done, he looks thoroughly ridiculous and is none the wiser to your artistic talent proudly displayed on his face. Phase one: complete! Initiate phase two! You take his hand, turn his palm upwards, and place a generous amount of whipped cream on his hand. You giggle. This will be the best part! He wanted sweet, he’ll get sweet! You add an extra dollop of whipped cream in his hand for good measure and pull the piece of yarn out of your pocket. Dangling the string over his face, you gently tickle his nose. He starts awake, sitting up, slapping himself in the face in the process, covering his already massacred face in whipped cream. He stares at you in utter shock and you collapse to the floor, melting into a puddle of pure laughter, not even caring about how loud you are.
He finally overcomes his shock enough to flop back down onto his pillow in exasperation. You are gasping for breath, hiccupping in between giggles. “You wanted sweet, you got sweet,” you say. “Now you should probably go look in the mirror.” He rises out of bed, and tramps to the bathroom. You hear a strangled yell as he sees his face under the cream. You smile. Mission accomplished.
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