Easy Pranks At Home Novels & Stories

"Shit! We could have caught some action on camera. Why the hell did you wake up now?" "Really? I worry about Clara's and Raphael's pranks. I never thought that I would have to add my cousin's and bestfriend's to the list." Adrian stared at him wide eyed and open mouthed. "What?" Gabriel demanded. "You succeeded in doing the same thing to me while I was asleep just last week. You even caught it on camera and now you…" "Oh please, everyone should have their own fair share of getting pranked. Those kids are my fair share. You do not have anyone else to play pranks on you except Shawn and I. Consider us your own fair share"

Renee told her everything that Little Cupcake did to make fun of Dayton. After telling the entire story, she still could not stop smiling. “You didn’t see how unpleasant the expression on his face was. If I hadn’t headed over in time, he would’ve taken everything out on Little Cupcake.” Quincy smiled faintly after hearing what she said. “What’s wrong? Don’t you think that it’s hilarious?” Renee asked after noticing the expression on her face. Quincy pulled her daughter in front of her and said, “Children are allowed to play pranks every now and then, but it depends on who you’re trying to prank. Regardless of everything that happens in the future, distance yourself from that uncle. Don’t pra

That was when Sunny came up to me, whispering into my ear, "Here comes the prank!" Even as my mind went blank, he pulled out a remote and pressed a button, and everyone's heads jerked around as a recording of Andy's voice boomed. "I feel like I could get sick everytime I see Jane's face! She's actually eating leftovers out of a chute!" "I wouldn't even date her, if I didn't have to get Mandy's favorite crystal shoes with this prank." "Someone like her is fated to be a garbage picker. And she wants to marry me? Dream on!"

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. I even have an alibi. What’s up?” “I woke up this morning and busted my ass. My entire bathroom floor was covered in baby oil.” “Okay, well then you must’ve dropped the bottle and didn’t screw the cap on or something.” “No, you don’t get it. I don’t own baby oil.” “Who did you make enemies with? Because it sounds like someone is pranking you. The good ole baby oil on the floor trick. You alright?” I clenched my phone with anger, knowing exactly who tried to take me out. Who would’ve thought that another human being would stoop so low, especially when they were in the wrong?

On the third day after receiving our college acceptance letters, the most popular student in school, Natalie Simmons, proposes something in our class group chat. "We're all adults now, and we've already been accepted into college. We should do something exciting before the semester begins. Let's put on a show and stage a fake bank heist. It'll be fun." In my last life, I make 23 phone calls in a row and confiscate every prop they plan to use. No one gets hurt. But Natalie becomes the target of criticism from parents and teachers. She sinks into depression and eventually jumps into a lake. The entire class blames me and hates me. At our graduation dinner, they force a whole bottle of liqu

So it was important to get acknowledgement that the prank was done. The other part to our prank war was feigned ignorance. If the other person wants to use their turn for something really obvious, then we let them do it. We would act all surprised as the rather lame result played out, and sometimes those were the best, made us laugh the hardest. I had once made her walk in slow motion to go sit on a whoopee cushion; I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life. So it really didn't matter that I knew she was prepping a prank in the barn. Whatever it was, she was grinning ear to ear, and I knew it would be either glorious, or gloriously lame, and both of those could be wonderful. So I le

We played subtle pranks on Uncle Jake and his fiancée, things that didn't really hurt, but that took away his peace in some way, for example, like pouring olive oil in his wine, filling with salt his slice of wedding cake, putting a fart cushion on his seat, and when he sat down, he made this hilarious fart noise that made everyone laugh at him and things like that. I was having a lot of fun, and even though that wasn't enough for Peter, seeing Uncle Jake going through all that trouble already made him more excited. But we got caught at the end of the party, and since we were just two kids, no one really took it seriously. My dad and Uncle Jake yelled at us and said they were going to ground

we headed toward the bathroom. However, the little guy struggled to keep up, flailing his short legs in an effort to match my pace, creating a comically cute scene. I seemed to grow a bit impatient and simply lifted Jimmy by the scruff of his neck, striding forward with long strides. Unbeknownst to me, the little prank was in motion. I intended to just drop the kid off in the bathroom and leave, but worried that Jimmy might get lost on his way back, I stood at the door, patiently waiting. Suddenly, I noticed that everyone passing by was pointing at me, some even covering their noses with strange expressions as they walked around me. At that moment, a waiter approached and said to me, "Sir,

Buck says and positions himself to give me all the details. "Prank night, is in two phases. Phase one is where you lay out your pranks for the teachers and mark the place off in Neon signs so no one sets it off before time. Phase two is where the real fun is. The building is locked so no one escapes, the light goes off so you can't see anything and we all prank each other." I didn't know about that. "Really, that's the fun part for you?" "Yeah, we've been planning this since freshman year and we all have our targets. Those rich spoiled kids are going to get it."

I could only think of lame tricks that have been done a thousand times before, at first I wanted to do something creative but what’s wrong with original tricks? As soon as class was over I rush out and run to the dorm, hoping he did not reach there before me. First, I grab itch powder from my bag (don’t ask me why I have this) and spray it all over his clothes. Next, I put clear wrap on the toilet seat. To take it one step further, I eat all of his snacks in the mini fridge, making a mess of it on his bed. Last but not least, I put a highly sticky formula glue on the doorknob.