Pranking Wars

Jack, Samuel, Max, and Tony were all siblings.

Quadruplets.

Look a likes, four of them.

Brothers.

No, you can't imagine how life is for Stacy Norton, mother of all of them. Their father had died of a car accident when the quadruplets were only one, so they never really knew him.

It was hard for Stacy, raising these boys on her own. They were thirteen years old right now, and kind of insane. The hardest part was when they were two, three, four years old because they couldn't take care of themselves. Now that the boys are thirteen, they are even more irresponsible and immature. The boys like to pull pranks on each other, every single day.

They made a system where they pick out of a hat each morning of the person that they have to prank. Then sometime during the day, they would have to pull a prank on the person they pick. If they did the wrong person, because they look alike, didn't do the prank for some reason, or the person didn't fall for the prank, then they would have to do the other boys chores for that night. And just to make sure they got everyone right, at the end of the day they would review who they picked and who pranked them.

"I got pranked by Tony," said Jack.

"I got pranked by Jack," said Samuel.

"I got pranked by Samuel," said Max.

"And I got pranked by Max," said Tony.

"No, I pranked you Tony," said Samuel.

"No you didn't. You must have pranked Max by accident," said Tony.

"So," said Jack, who was kind of the leader of the brothers because he was born 39 seconds before Samuel who was 1 minute 2 seconds before Max who was 43 seconds before Tony. "Looks like your doing our chores tonight, Samuel." Jack put the laundry basket, Tony put the cleanex and a wipe, and Max put the vacuum in Samuels' room. Samuel also had to clear the table and do the dishes because that was his chore for the night.

"Ugh. I swear I pranked Tony," Samuel said as he walked into his room as he faced chores galore. "i feel like its always me who screws up," he muttered as he started folding laundry. He felt as if his brothers were always picking on him. "Why don't they pick on Tony? He is the youngest anyway. I'm the second oldest, older then Max and Tony, so I shouldn't be picked on," Samuel muttered to himself.