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Mirtala bounced up and down, excitedly tugging on Razputin's shirt. "Is he coming? Is he coming?"
Raz pushed a giggling Mirtala a bit out of sight, struggling to maintain himself from giggling. "Mirtala, what did I tell was the number one essential rule of pulling off a successful prank?"
Mirtala giggled, folding her hands behind her back. "Being extra sneaky." She answered, swaying her hips from side to side.
Raz grinned widely. "Precisamente." He responded in Portuguese, prompting Mirtala to tilt her head in a confused manner. Raz chuckled at her reaction and just shrugged. He suddenly had an eye on their quarry. He quickly ducked behind the tree, pulling Mirtala with him. He planted a finger on her lips, signaling her to be quiet. Not an easy feat, since the young Aquato girl had trouble keeping herself from giggles bubbling up.
Raz peered from behind the tree and grinned as he saw Dion walk out of his tent and to the table for breakfast. His grin grew so wide and full of wickedness, the sight of it would've made Lizzie proud. He held out his hand. "Target acquired. Young Miss Aquato, would you be so kind to provide me with the object of our malicious intent?"
"Huh?"
"Give me the plush, please."
"Oh! Okay."
With a wicked grin mirroring her older brother's, Mirtala pushed the medium-sized, alien bug-like plush in Raz's hands, jumping up and down excitedly.
Raz knelt down and peered behind the tree again. Dion hadn't seen them at all, being to occupied with eating his cereal, his back turned to them. Raz turned to Mirtala, stars of mischief sparkling in his eyes. "Watch this..." He mouthed, and an orange glow surrounded the soft plush. He let it float out of his hands and towards their prey.
As the plush made his way towards Dion, it passed Donatella, who raised her eyebrows at this peculiar display of floating inanimate objects. She turned towards the location where she assumed it had started, and saw Raz and Mirtala silently giggling behind the tree. She turned her eldest son, and back to the youngest children. It didn't take long for her to realize what was going to happen.
But she didn't say anything, She just shook her head with a sigh and made her way to the table as well, an amused glint in her eyes. Sometimes, kids just needed to be kids.
The plush floated closer and closer towards Dion, who still hadn't noticed a single thing. When it had reached its destination - just a couple of inches away from the back of Dion head, Raz made the plush stop, letting it hover in place for a while.
In the meantime, Augustus had noticed the two pranksters as well, and was watching the coming event with a amused smirk plastered on his lips. He turned to his wife with a silent chuckle, jerking his head towards the action. Donatella just shook her head again, and took another sip of her coffee.
Behind the tree, Mirtala tapped Razputin's arm, bringing her voice down to a whisper. "Do it, do it."
Raz grinned and gave the levitating plushie a soft push, making grace against Dion's head. The latter just swatted his hand at it, thinking a bug had come to bother him during his breakfast - which wasn't entirely wrong, but kept eating his cereal without turning towards the disturbance.
Raz rolled his eyes and gave the plush another, more forceful push. It collided with Dion's head, who gave out a yelp and turned around with an angry expression, only to come face-to-face with the red bulbous eyes of the bug staring him directly in his eyes. Dion let out a startled cry and flew backwards, loosing his footing, sliding of his seat, accidentally knocking his bowl of cereal over and dousing him in milk and soggy cereal flakes. And, as insult to injury, the bowl landed right on top of his head, gifting him with a plastic hat.
Raz and Mirtala both burst out in laughter, with the latter hugging the former to celebrate a prank successfully executed with even better results than anticipated.
Which maybe they should've postponed until they've had removed themselves from the scene of the crime, because it only took a few seconds of confusion for Dion to locate the perpetrators who had made him douse himself with his breakfast.
"Raz! Tala! Just wait until I get my hands on you!" Dion shouted, scrambling up to start his pursuit.
Raz gulped. "Oh-oh! RUN!" He snapped his fingers, telekinetically hoisting his young sister unto his shoulders, levitating himself off the ground and took of as fast as he could, all the while with Mirtala laughing as hard as she could.
Mirtala looked behind her with a giggle and squealed in delight as she saw Dion chasing after them. She tapped Razputin's shoulder. "Faster, Raz! Faster! He's gaining on us!"
"I like to see him try." Raz responded with a laugh. He had lived in this area half of his life, and knew every short-cut in and out of the Questionable area, and to the Quarry where the Motherlobe was build. It didn't take him long to give Dion the slip, and reach the lake that stood between them and the Motherlobe.
Raz grinned as he sped towards the lake, and he felt how Mirtala's grip tightened. "Hang on, Tala!"
"What are gonna- AAH!" Mirtala let out a startled shout as Raz jumped into the lake. But instead of plunging down into the watery deep, instead a pillar of water rose from it, lifting up Raz and Mirtala as they sped across the lake towards the Motherlobe.
Mirtala whooped in delight, raising her arms in the air, as she felt the air rush across her ears. It only took a few moments for Raz to reach the safety of solid ground. Raz snapped his fingers again, and a giggling Mirtala floated off his shoulders.
The moment her feet touched the ground, she started to jump up and down, cheering happily. "That was so much fun!"
Raz let out a breath, bending over to rest his arms on his knees, eventually looking up at Mirtala to present her with a wide grin. "Yeah, it was."
"Did you see how mad Dion was?"
"I noticed."
"He's gonna get us, you know." Mirtala noted. "It's not that far to get here."
Raz grinned and flicked a finger against Mirtala's tiara. "Don't worry, we'll go to Frazie and Norma, ask for their 'protection'. I'm sure that Frazie can appreciate pulling a prank on Dion, and Norma won't miss an opportunity to act like a big sister." He held out his hand, offering it to Mirtala. "As for Dion, I'll just ask Lizzie to keep him away from us until he cools down."
"Can't she freeze him and make him cool down faster?" Mirtala asked innocently, slipping her hand into Raz's.
Raz chuckled. "Unless you want him to direct his anger to her, instead of us."
"That can work."
Raz laughed as he guided Mirtala inside the Motherlobe. "I guess you can look at it that way."