Good Senior Pranks Novels & Stories

Kael would say, trying to drill some sense into Lyall's head. But Lyall would just shrug and grin. "What's the point, Kael? Life's too short to be boring. Let's go have some fun!" Kael would sigh and shake his head, but Lyall could tell he was secretly amused by Lyall's antics. One day, Lyall and his friends decided to play a prank on the village elder. They snuck into his office and replaced his chair with a whoopee cushion. When the elder sat down, the whoopee cushion let out a loud farting sound, and the elder jumped up in surprise.

" Another old man mentioned something even more outrageous. "I've seen some senior living communities offer massage and foot care services too. Ms. Lawson, if you're really serious about charity, why not go all the way?" I felt nothing but disgust as I listened to these ridiculous demands. These people had taken my goodwill for granted. They had turned my generosity into leverage they could use against me. Instead of addressing their demands, I asked Mr. Fletcher a question. "Mr. Fletcher, is Maisy your granddaughter?" "Yes, she is!" Mr. Fletcher puffed up with pride. "My granddaughter is successful and has talent! Unlike some people who only make money the shady way."

He smiled and said, "You talk funny. Do you really have money to buy this place or am I getting pranked by you?" "No, it's for real. I'm not pranking you. I like this place." "That's what pranksters say." "Okay, give me your hand." "For what?" "Just give me." When he gave his hand, I placed my hand on top of his hand and said, "I promise. I'm not pranking you." "You talk like a kid. How old are you?" "22." "I bet you had your graduation some days ago." I nodded hurriedly at him and asked, "What's your good name, Sir?"

I asked, batting my eyelashes at him, and jutting my lip out in a pout. “Of course, I did. Fireworks and all. Not the time to discuss this because your father has a fucking knife in his hand. Let go, beautiful.” His voice hitched on the word ‘knife’. It was damn near impossible not to laugh. I let go and stepped back with a low five to Dad for playing such a convincing role. I missed our epic pranks. We were the masters and treated our victims with great care and amusement. “Next time don’t hold my shoes for ransom,” I told him as I grabbed them from him with a huff. “Thanks for the assist,” I told Dad as I pecked his cheek.

So he can only say one sentence to provoke it. "Junior Master Han, I think you should keep your eyes wide open to be alert. There have been a lot of scammers lately. Most of the victims are parents. This imposter has a purpose and is very cunning. Some cheat by giving fake goods, modifying them, and selling them at high prices, or the scammers will be very friendly towards you and continue to follow you. This person will pretend to be able to help others, pretend to heal, or perhaps act like someone with great influence. You have to be careful not to make a mistake!" said Erick Woolf, patting Mr. Han Junior's shoulder while glancing at Nicko. Of course, he meant to satirize Nicko.

Ponjie widened his eyes from surprise and froze on the spot. “...” While Fruto feigned his calm. “Hi, I can see that you’re lost. I take it that you two are freshmen? I am your senior and I can guide you inside.” The senior smiled and laughed at their expressions. The other two, however, did not find it funny. “W-what? Senior? How did you– Why did you– Is this a prank?” Ponjie frantically searched for the hidden cameras. “Hi, Senior.” Fruto cleared his throat, narrowly avoiding a voice crack. “Where is the entrance?”

“I wouldn’t go this far. Two people are dead. It looks like a guy that I’ve known for years might be the culprit. We were never able to reach Connor, you know.” “Okay,” she said slowly. “So, if we end up having to go back inside we’re not going to see Jeffrey and Jennifer smirking at the top of the stairs with tomato sauce all over them?” “How can you ask me that?” Brock said sternly. “Let me make this clear once and for all. The prank I pulled was at dinner last night. The weekend gag was the fake gold. I don’t have anyone’s cellphones, not even my own. This is not a setup.”

Grandpa says. "Huh. Like you stopped pranking." Grandma says in sarcastic tone. "I think I said he will realize he is not good at pranks. I never said he should stop. There is difference old lady." Grandpa also says in sarcastic tone. "Well looks like this old lady will have to sleep alone in her room today." Grandma says and starts walking faster. Grandpa chases after saying sorry. I start to smile at their fight which is very common for me to see but I hide that smile as I have audience.

SSHS 92 Monday came and only two days before the long awaited Halloween event. At this point, pranks all over the school were not news anymore, rather, it was an awaited moment. Of course, boundaries and limitations were placed— such as not doing so to the faculty staff and the Dean himself, and that the pranks would only involve scare and not the kind that would harm the others nor create a massive mess— as a courtesy to the cleaning team led by Mr. Ben. So far, the pranks were mostly happening to the bathroom and lockers. Having some cut outs of the famous scary icons in life size and pasted to every corner they could find and would guarantee a scare. A timed jump scare or a motion trigger

I said, and the old man gasped loudly. “Did you hear that? That cheeky girl is just with you for your money! There's no way I will let you be with something like that!" Grandpa Sander roared, and I wondered if my little schemes had passed the wrong message to Lyon. I was just trying to prank the old man, but having Lyon misunderstand me was not part of the plan.