Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch. 3: Crazy vibrating monsters.

"If you prank, be prepared to get pranked." ~Skittolate

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          •CHAD•

My bed is made out of crazy vibrating monsters. I'm not joking.

I jumped out of my bed this morning because some bastard thought it would be a fun idea to stick the alarm clock – which vibrates a lot – in my mattress.

I dusted the darn mattress to find some sticky glue on my bed.

Glue? Seriously? Not even Brad is pathetic enough to pull something this unprofessional.

"Chris, come here this instant!" I yelled out loud.

I heard the door knob twist a couple of times and then it went stopped. Annoyed, I stomp my way to my door and fling it open.

When I looked down, I saw Chris' sticky fingers and his huge eyes staring at me.

Sure, act innocent and you'll get away with it.

"Drop the act, kid. It's not working." I say, bluntly.

"I was only making sure you wouldn't oversleep because I don't want you to be late for school." He said, adding a fake baby accent.

I picked Chris up with my hand and put it on my shoulder. "Oh, so you suddenly care about me?" I asked, putting him on the railing of our staircase.

"P-put me down, it's too high." He said, looking down at the living room.

I laughed and picked him up with both my hands.

Brad: Seriously? Aren't you going to have your revenge?

Of course I am. What made you think I'd put him down?

I held him over the railing with nothing but my arms supporting him. "Now tell me, big guy. Who gave you the idea of gluing the alarm in my bed?"

"Brad." He said, finally dropping the "cute kid" act.

I grinned and put him back down, safely.

"Don't listen to Brad's pathetic ideas next time." I said, ruffling his hair and going back to my room to get ready.

I'll take care of Brad later.

Before I went inside my room I heard him say, "Your face is pathetic."

I turned around, scared if some crazy alien has taken over my brother's brain and filled it with rubbish insults.

I knelt down, so I was of his height. "Uh, who taught you that insult?"

"Brad. He says it's the best thing I could ever say to you." He beamed.

Billy: it's alright, buddy. You can do this. Just remove the disgusting alien from his head and he would survive.

"Look, Brad's insults are the worst you can ever hear. They are so bad, your ears start bleeding if you hear too many of them. You should learn from the master of insults."

"And who's that?" He asked, turning around.

"I'll give you a hint. His name starts with a 'Ch' and ends with a 'D' and has an 'a' in the middle." I said, getting up. The little guy was left 'thinking'.

Stupid kid.

I walked past my bed (I'd probably just switch my bed with Brad's and see how he likes it.) and threw on some random clothes lying around.

Hey, they smell good enough, so I can wear them.

I brushed my teeth and went down for breakfast. My style. Just then, Brad came out too and was going down the stairs like a normal human would.

I jumped off the stairs once I was just two meters or so away from the ground. "What's for breakfast?" I called going over to the kitchen counter.

"I have absolutely no idea." My mom said, putting something in the oven.

Billy: Uh-oh. Run, Chad. Run.

"Mom, I'd love to try your cooking experiment, but I promised Ron today that I'd help him with algebra. So I gotta get to school early. Bye, love you!" I said pecking her cheek slightly and running out of the house before grabbing my skateboard.

Billy: Great job, Chad. Now Brad is stuck with mom.

I smirked, imagining Brad's reaction after he tries mom's food.

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I flipped my skateboard to a halt when I reached school. I walked in to find everyone crowded around my locker, taking pictures and laughing at it.

Billy: Brad.

Yes.

Billy: He'll die soon enough, right?

Right. In the most painful way possible.

I waked over to my locker and opened it, ignoring the ridiculous "skittle monster" drawing on it and the annoying people surrounding it.

"Haven't you guys ever seen the beautiful paintings done by Brad?" I asked, taking out my books.

Everybody started talking in hushed tones again.

Brad, you are so dead.

I left the crowd there and walked to my next class. Usually, I'd skate around the school for a bit and come slightly late to class, but I have a prank to play.

I pulled out my phone and dialled Ron's number.

"Mr. Awesome speaking, how may I help you?" I heard a drowsy rough voice.

That idiot still didn't wake up. "Ron, we have school today."

"So?"

"I'm playing a prank. I need your help." I said. Obviously, that is what matters. Not the fact that we might miss out on our studies. (No, really. Those lines are clear of any sarcasm.)

"I'm coming." He said and hung up.

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IKR. IM AWESOME. I HAD THE AWESOME ABILITY TO DO A DOUBLE UPDATE. YOU'RE WELCOME.

Point out the mistakes of u find any, this isn't edited yet.

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Date: 22/4/2016
Time: 1:28 PM