The boys sat around a large table in the hotel's café, the warm ambiance contrasting with the snowy landscape outside. They had just concluded their match against the Netherlands and were now enjoying a break before resuming training for their next match against China.
"Welcome, gents, to the 3rd annual Brozone Meeting. As leader, the meeting is now in session," Uno announced with a grin, leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table. "Now, for today's topic: what pranks should we do?"
The boys laughed and leaned in, each pondering various mischiefs they could orchestrate.
"How about the classic bucket of water on the door?" Lance suggested, chuckling.
"Too basic, mate," Matt replied, shaking his head. "We need something more... epic."
"Fake spiders in their rooms?" Maury offered.
"Still too basic," Angelo added. "Come on, we need to think bigger."
"I've got it!" Tristan exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "We can fill their beds with those annoying glitter bombs. They’ll never get rid of it!"
"Oh, that’s evil," Sherwin said, grinning widely. "I love it."
"Or," Lorenzo interjected, "we could hack the intercom and play spooky sounds in the middle of the night."
The group burst into laughter at the thought, their minds racing with potential pranks. Suddenly, the café doors burst open, and in walked Denise, Jada, Olivia, and Avva, drenched in snow and water. They stormed over to the table, their faces a mix of fury and indignation.
"UNO STUART WINTER!" Denise shouted, her voice echoing through the café.
"LANCE MARK SUMMER!" Olivia yelled, her hands on her hips.
"ANGELO SCOTT JACKSON!" Jada screeched, her eyes narrowing.
"MATTHEW JAMES SPRING!" Avva fumed, shaking snow from her hair.
The boys froze, wide-eyed and caught off guard. They looked at each other, realizing they were in trouble.
"What on earth did you guys do?" Denise demanded, glaring at Uno.
"Yeah, why are we soaked and freezing?" Jada added, looking directly at Angelo.
The boys stammered, trying to find the words. Uno finally managed to speak up, "It was... it was just a little prank. We didn’t think it would actually—"
"A little prank?" Olivia interrupted, crossing her arms. "You call this little?"
"Okay, okay," Lance said, holding up his hands in surrender. "We’ll make it up to you, we promise."
"Better think of something fast," Avva said, still dripping water onto the floor. "Or else you’re all going to be in big trouble."
"Alright, how about this?" Tristan said, trying to mediate. "We’ll do the pranks we were planning, but this time, on ourselves. A bit of self-inflicted karma. What do you think?"
The girls exchanged glances, considering the proposal. "Fine," Denise said finally. "But it better be good."
"Deal," Uno said, relieved. "Now, let’s get you all some dry clothes and hot cocoa. Then we can plan our next move."
As the group dispersed to get the girls dried off and warmed up, the boys began to discuss their next set of pranks, now including a twist where they would also be on the receiving end.
"How about the glitter bomb idea, but we do it to our own beds too?" Matt suggested.
"And the spooky sounds on the intercom, but we mix it up with some hilarious sound effects for us," Sherwin added.
