"But, Kanaan! Why am I grounded? I didn't even get my snow cone!" Ezra pouted.
"Because! My boots! You. Ruined. My. Boots! No boot killer deserves a snow cone," Kanaan said.
"But-"
"The vents are locked. We bought locks for them because of you."
"But-"
"Have fun, Ezra."
"You can't ground me! You're not my dad!" Ezra shouted.
"Yeah, but I'm your Master. Buh-bye."
Kanaan locked the door and Ezra was trapped in his room. He groaned and collapsed dramatically on his bed and closed his eyes.
"I'm boreeedddd. I. Am. So. Boreeeedddd. Bored bored bored bored bored.. Not wood. Bored. Lalalala.. Borreeeeddooommm."
He opened his eyes a few minutes later and he was freeee!
"Yes!" Ezra's shout echoed.
He was on Lothal in the streets. He smirked. He didn't know how he got there, but he was glad he was. Everyone was frozen still, so Ezra started painting them. He didn't know where he got the paint, but he didn't care. He had a prank spree, dance party, whatever he wanted. No one could stop him because everyone was still and dormant.
"Aww.. He's cute when he sleeps," Hera said.
"He killed my boots!" Kanaan complained.
"He is, kinda.." Sabine agreed.
"Can we dump him back on Lothal?" Zeb asked. "Please?"
"No!" everyone else said.
"Aw.." Zeb grumbled, walking out.
"Wonder what he's dreaming about.." Sabine said.
"PRANK KING FOREVERRR HAHAHAHA!" Ezra yelled.
He painted rainbows on Kanaan's boots, painted the Ghost with unicorns and rainbows, and used up all of Sabine's paint.
It's a good thing the crew doesn't know.
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Star Wars Rebels: A Collection of Short Stories
FanficThis is a collection of short fan fiction stories about Star Wars Rebels. Most any random Star Wars Rebels stories were inspired by PrinceJai's Ezra Bridger's Training. Just saying that she's the master mind that inspired it. :) Cover picture is a s...
