Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Prologue

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^Brad's point of view^

Have you ever slipped over a skateboard before getting an over load of blue paint on your head while you were wrapped in bubble wrap? As soon as you wake up?

Yeah, it's not fun. Apparently, it is the most hilarious scene for my brother.

"Chad Raymond Parker!" I yelled, wiping off the hideous pink paint from my forehead.

"It wasn't me, it was the potato skittle dragon." Chad said, running up to me. He looked like a little kid caught stealing cookies. Idiot.

"I am so scared of this potato skittles monster, then." I said, trying to get up. It wasn't easy when my legs were wrapped together with bubble wrap. "Help?" I asked, struggling to break open the wraps.

Chad just blinked twice and started laughing his butt off. He clutched his stomach and wheezed, flailing his arm at me.

"Haven't you ever seen a person wrapped in bubble wrap?" I asked, trying to get up again.

"Not really." He said, in between his laughs. He finally decided to walk over and try to help by giving me his hand.

I grabbed his arm, trying to smudge some pink paint on it and got up.

"Go clean yourself up in ten minutes." He shook his head, still laughing and walking out of my room.

Just perfect. The only thing missing is a barbie sticker. Ever since my wounds healed, this guy has been pranking me. I'll admit, I might have taken my revenge a couple of times but it's usually he who starts the fight.

Oh really?

Yes.

Then what about that time when –

Shut up, brain.

Somehow, I broke open the bubble wrap that was tightly clutching my bare chest and went to have a shower.

I went downstairs to see mom making some pancakes for us. Chad was busy eating them as soon as they were made.

He didn't even wait for them to be taken out of the pan, for god's sake!

"Mom, what's up with this eating machine next to you?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I went to have a pancake.

"He's just tired sweetie. Look at him." She said, pulling Chad's cheek.

Disgusting.

Chris was on the table, eating his cereal. I plopped down next to him, eating his cereal.

"Why did you dye your hair pink?" That brat asked.

I ignored him, glaring at Chad and eating his disgusting cereal, planning my revenge.

Don't worry, Chad. I'll get back at you.