Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch6: Mom's experiment and the plan.

               •CHAD•

"Chad!"

"I'm coming, mom." I said, going back into my phone, typing furiously.

"Chad!!" My mom yelled again.

"Yeah, I said I'm coming!" I shouted back, slowly walking towards the door as I sent Brad the insult.

He replied with, "Whatever." As usual, when he didn't have any come back. Just when I reached the doorknob, my mom yelled again, "Chad, come down this instant!"

I swing open the door in frustration and marched downstairs.

"What?" I asked, standing in the door frame of the kitchen.

"Dinner's ready. And it's one of my latest experiments!"

My jaw dropped.

"I know, I'm excited too! Brad said it was amazing and he was –" 

"Mom, what exactly is your experiment this time?" I asked, hoping it didn't include chocolate. I do not want my love for chocolate to die because of her new dish.

"That's for me to know and you to find out!" She said giddily and shoved me towards the dining table. "Go set the table. Tonight is going to be the best dinner ever!" She said, excitement oozing out of her.

Billy: Our mom is like a two year old when it comes to her cooking experiments.

Yes. A two year old who has got a guinea pig for her birthday.    

I wanted to tell her to just order something from Subway but I had a soft spot for two year olds.

"Brad!" I shouted in a startling voice.

"Yes!" He responded immediately, obviously startled. He cleared his throat and asked in a lousy voice, "What?" 

"Set the table." I said, snatching the remote from him and shoving him out of the couch.

He gave me a look that said, "I'm angry, but I like my skin, so I shall not mess with you." At least, that's how I interpret his disgusting look.

I switched on the TV, and my favourite cartoon came on. Tom and Jerry. I like shows like that because their ideas inspire me. No, really. The classic cheese trap, the slip-over-a-banana-peel-trap – all my pranks are based on theirs. The next programme was Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries. Again, I stared at the screen, not really thinking about what I was seeing.

"Dinner's ready!" My mom said rather cheerfully.

Just then, my dad got down the stairs and took his seat. I sat next to him, waiting for Chris and Brad to join.

"Son?" My dad leaned in and whispered in my ear.

I leaned in too, to hear him.

"Is it a new experiment again?" His voice grew slightly tense.

"Yeah. That explains her mood." I nodded. I continued, "Don't worry, dad. Brad doesn't have any idea what he's about to taste." I said in a low whisper, glancing over at Brad.

He followed my gaze and said, "Good."

I chuckled evilly, imagining Brad's expression.

I drew my head back just in time Chris and mom joined us.

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"Not cool, bro." Brad said, flopping himself on my bed.

I spun around in my chair and asked, "What?"

"Your mother's –"

"Our mother's" I corrected.

His eyeballs traveled to the corner of the ceiling. He continued, "Her experiments are the worst." He tried to chuckle, but obviously, I caught the pain in his voice.

I rolled my chair to my bed and grabbed his shoulders. "Look, buddy. We're going to get your mom back. But for now, we're a family, so act like it. What's wrong?"

"What if –"

"No." I cut him off, "that is exactly why we have a strong team and we're going to make a strong plan to get her back."

"Okay." He sighed.

"Come, help me." I said, patting his shoulder. I left it and pushed myself back to the table.

"You were planning all this while?" He asked, looking over at my dustbin – which was filled with crumpled papers.

"That's literally the only thing I think about these days." I sighed, taking the next sheet of paper and sharpening my pencil again.

"Maybe we could make a solid plan – now that I'm helping." He said, taking another pencil from my table and leaving his hands from my shoulders.

I stared at the blank sheet of paper for ten seconds, my mind was blank.

"Okay, let's do this strategically." Brad said, folding his arms.

I looked at him upside down, with the pencil in between my teeth. "Wha?" I asked and the pencil fell down.

He pushed my chair away and started writing something furiously on the paper.

I rolled back and peeped at the paper. "Sit." I said, getting up from my chair and pushing it to him.

He took the seat gratefully and continued sketching his idea. I slung an arm over his shoulder and rest my other hand on the table.

"Good enough?" He asked.

I took the pencil from his hand and made a change in his almost perfect idea.

"Now it is." I smiled.

He beamed back, looking at me.

"So, we're telling the whole team about our plan tomorrow."

"First thing in the morning." I said.

He took a picture of the paper through his phone and said, "Good night, bro."

"Good night." I said back, walking with him to the door and shut it when he left.

I set my alarm for 5'o clock tomorrow and texted our team to be in the gym at 5:30 am sharp. With that happy thought, my eyes closed and I was lured into an amazing sleep.

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Date: 30/4/16
Time: 8:18 PM