Fawkes

Spilled Beans

Later that day, I was sitting in the centre of my room, twirling a pen between my fingers and staring at the opposite wall. I was trying to think of what to start my Wall of Hershey with. I needed some kind of information, but it wasn't coming to me. I stuck the pen in my mouth and chewed on it for a moment before flinging myself dramatically back until I was strewn across the floor.

After a couple minutes of staring at the ceiling, an idea sparked in my head. I glanced at my watch to see 4:34pm flash back at me. I was on my feet in a second and dashing to the kitchen, which took a while because I still didn't know my way around. Once there, I searched the room until I found mayonnaise, eggs, milk, and green food colouring.

I found an old bucket underneath the sink and made sure no one was in the kitchen before pouring all the contents into it. I mixed it with a wooden spoon and crinkled my nose at the smell.

Once my masterpiece was complete, I threw the empty bottles and cartons away and carried the bucket off of the counter.

"Interesting choice of snack."

I jumped at the voice that came from the doorway behind me. A drop of the green goop sloshed onto the ground as I turned swiftly, hiding the bucket behind my back while Kid Brash eyed me suspiciously.

"I'm on a strict diet," I lied instantly, "It's a confusing ordeal. I have to keep my metabolism at an incalescent level or else my pituitary gland will begin to immensely deteriorate, which would cause a disconcerting amount of . . . excruciating, uh, photosynthesis."

I had thrown in as many random, large, scientific words as I could muster, and I thought I had him until the end where I screwed up big time. At which point a look of realization overcame his expression and he raised an eyebrow.

"Photosynthesis? I may seem like I'm all looks and no brains, but I know what it's called when caterpillars turn into butterflies." He smugly crossed his arms and I opened my mouth to tell him that he must've failed grade three, but then he was suddenly at my side and the weight of the bucket was taken from my hands.

"What is this?"

"That my friend, is classified information." I grabbed the bucket from his hands and began to make my way out of the kitchen.

"Yeah-huh." He nodded disbelievingly, "So I guess you expect me not to recognize the old bucket prank when I see it?"

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned to narrow my eyes at the red head, who was deprived of his costume so that I could actually see his whole face.

"I see I've crossed paths with a fellow prankster." I narrowed my eyes.

"It seems you have." He imitated my expression.

"Prankster's oath says you won't snitch."

"You made that up. I can detect a lie."

"Or maybe you've never heard of the Prankster's oath. It's very secretive, and amateurs often get excluded."

"Or maybe you're the amateur posing as an expert and—"

"How about I let you in on the prank and you can shut up about it?"

"Deal."

I nodded in approval at his quick response and lopsided grin. There was a mischievous glint in his eye and I smirked at him.

"Okay so the target is Superboy."

"Excellent." He grinned even wider, "I'll distract him. You set it up in his room. The code word is bananas."

I nodded, going to leave the kitchen when he stopped me.

"Wait." He zoomed past me and pulled out a small bottle, pouring half the contents into the bucket before grinning, "Garlic powder. It'll make him smell for days."