Prank Call Regular Show Novels & Stories

The moment he saw the scene in front of him, he froze in place. “Well? What are you standing there for?” Laura said calmly. “Get started.” The funeral celebrant forced himself to begin. “Everyone… today we gather here to… uh… celebrate the life of the deceased…” A few people below couldn’t hold back their snickers. “I’ve been to prank weddings before, but messing around at a funeral? That’s a first!” “If the deceased knew her funeral was being turned into this circus, she’d probably never rest in peace!” “Not even in death can she find peace. She must have plenty of enemies!”

I was expecting an email from Jenkins, not another call, especially not this late. “Miss Garner?” asked a deep voice when I picked up. “Yes, who is this?” “I work with the production of the TV show Haunters. Mr. Jenkins—” “It’s Price,” the phone app said, cutting the man off. “Excuse me?” he said, taken aback. “May I ask your name, sir?” I asked, silk and honey. Could it be that I was on the phone with Brandon Price the man? The voice certainly sounded like him.

I could even bet on it. “And in three, two, one.” My phone began to ring and I grinned as her caller ID popped up on my screen. It was show time. “Who the hell is this?” “Wow Claire, that's rude, even for you” There was silence on the other end of the line as if she was trying to register who was talking. “Monica?” “The one and only.” “I had no idea you had resorted to childish pranks. This isn't your usual style. Are you losing your flair now?”

I got interrupted by my phone. 'Arrogant Asshole!' Ugh! Oh god! This man just won't stop! "What Nick?" I snapped as soon as I picked the call. "I'm sending someone there. Just get in the car as soon as he arrives. No questions asked! And get in only if you know the person." He actually snapped back at me in his no non-sense voice and cut the call. He wouldn't talk to me that way if it wasn't serious. Or was he pranking me? There nothing left between us to prank about, so after all I guess he was being serious.

Camilla called out at the caller as her phone beeped indicating the caller had dropped the call. “Cabron!” Camilla muttered when she realized the caller had dropped the call. Camilla was shaken a bit by the call and what the caller said but she doubted if he was serious maybe it was a prank on her, but if it turned out to be a prank then it was sure an expensive one.

act, taking her arm as we walked slowly toward the entrance. Right then, my phone rang loudly in my pocket, completely ruining the moment. Phoebe shot me a sharp look. "Who is it? Why would someone call right now?" Heh. Calling right now was exactly the point. Phoebe's show would start here. I took out my phone, opened the message, and pretended to look serious. I hit play and turned the volume all the way up so that everyone around us could hear clearly. "You've got some nerve, huh? You think you can cheat on me?!"

“What and who are you?” She asked observing that the caller had a private ID. “Is this Callie?” “No! It's not!” Emily almost yelled. “Sorry, wrong number, I’m really sorry, whoever this is. It's a prank call for someone else, sorry once again” replied the caller. “Yeah, how about you silly kids be a bit more careful about the number you dial next time!” Emily rasped with annoyance before ending the call rapidly. And heaving a sigh of relief.

Callie couldn’t help but laugh. It was obvious the kids didn’t like Pricilla. It was the same as saying, ‘I want you guys to break up.’ Pricilla looked fiercely at Callie “What are you laughing at?” “Huh, me? Didn’t you watch the show?” Callie pretended not to understand where she went wrong. She instead pointed at the television which was showing a cartoon movie.

Hungry for drama, the students surrounding them jumped in, cheering and heckling. Whitney's face darkened as she ground her teeth and snapped back, "Fine! If I do make it into the top ten, then you'll be the one running laps, shouting, 'I'm a bitch!'" Regina tossed her hair and scoffed. "Deal." … A week before the monthly exam, news spread that Simon had been in a car accident and was now in the ICU, still unconscious. When I heard about it, I was honestly taken aback.

" As she talked, old memories cracked open—like boxes I'd sealed years ago. Eighteen-year-old Nina looked at me like I was her entire universe. The Nina I knew at thirty? Her words cut like ice. I dropped my gaze and exhaled. "People change." "Then tell me—how exactly do I hurt him in the future?" I froze. Fingers stiff. My brain flipped through scenes like a glitching movie reel. Too many. I didn't even know where to start. Then my phone rang again. I picked up, and someone on the other end was already spiraling. "Mr. Lambert, our department had a team night at a bar in East Avendale. Ms. Reid drank too much. Can you come get her? Oh—and your kid's here too."