"Now that Marco's gone, I am once again...
THE PRANK KIIIIIIINNNGGGG!!!" Ezra yelled at 7 am in the morning.
Kanaan groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. "It's too early for this..."
"IT'S NEVER TO EARLY TO BE AWWAAAAKKKEEEEE!!! YOU'RE JUST JAMMY THAT YOU DIDN'T GET AS MUCH SLEEP AS MEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
"HEY! I TOLD YOU NOT TO MENTION THAT DAY AGAIN!"
"And Hera told me not to drench the ship in paint.."
"EZRA, DON'T YOU DARE-" Hera started to shout.
She was cut off when the inside of the ship was suddenly drenched in all colors of paint due to the press of a button on Ezra's detonator. The prank king laughed so hard that he fell out of the vents... Bad idea.
Paint covered Hera and Skylar glared down at him. "MARCADIS STEPHEN BRANT AND EZRA- oh wait... It's just you this time. EZRA WHATEVER BRIDGER!"
"Hi..." Ezra said, smiling innocently.
Let's just say he had to clean the ship...again...
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Star Wars Rebels: A Collection of Short Stories
FanfictionThis 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...
