HAHA NO I'M NOT DEAD SORRY GUYS DIDN'T MEAN TO CRUSH YOUR DREAMS FOR MY FUNERAL PLANS
WELL ANYWAY
hA I have absolutely no ideas for a new chapter
rip
so this is just some randomness that I came up with because
of course I don't have enough of an idea to run with on a full chapter, but this is kind of a mash up of a bunch of different ideas.
If you do have any ideas for a chapter or something you'd like to see happen, please comment them or message me! I will give credit and it will be greatly appreciated! :)

Ezra was sitting in the common room messing with his lightsaber when Kona came trotting in.

"Hey, Ezzie," Kona said, drawing an agitated glare from Ezra. "Whatcha workin' on?"

"Nothing. Just messing with my lightsaber." Ezra replied.

"Oh. Fun." Kona said, jumping up next to him and putting her paws on the table. "Where's everyone else?"

"Well since it's not past ten a.m. yet, Zeb is still asleep and the rest of the crew is either still asleep or in the cockpit, but I doubt they're up yet. I didn't keep track of who got up."

"Oh. Okay." Kona nodded. "Well, you know what you should do?"

"What?" Ezra asked, looking up from his work.

"You should totally feed me." Kona replied with a smile.

Ezra, rolling his eyes, stood up and walked into the kitchen where they kept the dog and cat food. He scooped some dog food and put it in her bowl. "Here you go." He said, setting it down on the table in front of her.

"YAY" Kona squealed, shoving her muzzle into the food and inhaling it all.

"Don't you have to, you know, like, chew?" Ezra asked, starting at the dog in front of him.

"Only every few mouthfuls." She replied.

Ezra stared for a minute. "WOW COOL TEACH ME!" He squealed, getting some food from the kitchen and sitting down next to Kona.

Kona looked at Ezra and then at the Cheerios he had gotten in a bowl. "I'm not sure humans can do it, thought."

"Well I'm gonna try" Ezra said, shoving his face into the bowl of cereal and sucking some of it into his mouth. When he tried to swallow, he coughed and spat it out. "What the heck how do you not, like, die" he said in frustration.

Kona shrugged. "I've done it my whole life. I only chew hard things. You didn't chew once before you swallowed, you have to do that or you're gonna choke."

Ezra tried seven more times before he gave up. "That's a useless thing to be able to do anyway."

"Wow, k." Kona replied.

Later (but not very much later, of course) that morning, in the cockpit...

"GUESS FRIKIN' WHO"

"Oh no.." Zeb whimpered under his breath, dragging a large palm across his face as he heard the familiar voice screech from behind him. Sabine, who also let out a sound of distress at the voice, slowly turned to greet the voice's owner.

"Hello, Ezra.." She said softly, as if speaking too loudly would set him off, and she just didn't feel like losing her temper and slapping him across the face.

"Hey, Sabine, guess what?" Ezra chirped, looking around the cockpit at the crew of the Ghost, who all tried their best to avoid eye contact.

Sabine, still waiting for the three mugs of coffee she drank an hour ago to kick in, sighed as she wasn't quite ready to deal with Ezra yet. "What?" She questioned, the word unintentionally dripping venom.

Ezra got the message and scowled at her. "Never mind," he said, crossing his arms. "I'll just tell Kanan and Hera."

Upon hearing their names spoken by the slightly crazy, blue haired boy, both adults tensed and gave each other a horrified glance as they piloted the ship to the ground.

"Hey, guys, Kanan, Hera!" Ezra tried to get their attention by barking their names from the back of the cockpit. When he realized that wasn't going to work, he had to walk to the front of the cockpit and poke them both.

Hera was the first to break the intentionally kept silence.

"What is it, Ezra?" She asked coolly, shooting Kanan a look before her eyes met Ezra's.

"Guess what!" Ezra asked, his enthusiasm a little too much for the crew of tired rebels to handle this early in the morning.

"What?" Kanan snapped, trying to keep himself cool and collected as he handled the hyper teenager on so little energy.

Ezra looked around the cockpit of his tired crew members, and even saw Chopper dozing as he glanced passed him.

When Ezra's gaze reached the beginning of the circle that had started with Kanan, he smirked.

Oh no.

That's something you never want to see on Ezra's face.

A smirk.

That meant something either very bad, or something very funny (from Ezra's perspective, of course) was about to happen. And the sleepy crew members had a bad feeling that it wasn't going to be one of his funnier somethings.

"Uh, Ezra... Please tell me you're not going to-" as Zeb tried to speak, he was cut off by Ezra raising his hand, a detonator wrapped in his fingers.

"Ezra Bridger, I swear..." Hera warned as Ezra started to back up.

"Kid, I will actually rip your arms off if you do anything funny this morning!" Zeb snarled, turning his seat to watch the blue haired teenager back up to the cockpit door.

"Oh, I'd love to see you try while you're covered in paint and sparkles." Ezra hissed, hovering his thumb above the detonator.

"Covered in what? " Kanan questioned, holding up his hand in Ezra's direction, hoping to make him stop without having to force shove him so hard into the wall behind him that he would black out.

"Sparklesssss.."

That's when Ezra's thumb dropped.

Boom.

Ezra had jumped out of the room just in time, just as the paint and sparkle bombs rigged to the ceiling detonated.

When he peaked his head back into the cockpit, the whole room and all of its occupants were covered in neon yellow, sticky, glow in the dark paint. As well as some bright pink sparkles, of course.

Ezra's smirk grew wider.

"Perfect..." He hissed as he slid around the corner and started running for his life. He knew what came next.

"EZRA BRIDGER!"

Hera's angry snarl rang throughout the whole ship, along with Ezra's crazy cackle. He had to find a new hiding spot, and fast, Hera had already found his latest hiding spot in the kitchen pantry and tried to stab him with dry pasta. That was an... Experience, and not one he would like to have again anytime soon.

With that last horrid memory of the kitchen pantry, Ezra slipped behind the couch as he started plotting his next prank.

Sure, he might die today, but it doesn't hurt to plan a few more death wishes- pranks, I mean, right?

WELL THAT'S IT WOW IM SO LAZY AND THIS ACTUALLY TOOK AGES I'M SO SORRY
I WROTE UP TO KONA'S SASSY LITTLE "Wow, k." THREE MONTHS AGO AND LEFT IT AND JUST FINISHED HAHAA MY LIFE IS TRAGIC SO IS WRITERS BLOCK WOWOW

alright well you might be able to tell im extra bubbly tonight ;))
just kidding i took a caffeine pill to help with back cramping and i took it sIX HOURS AGO AND I CANT SIT STILL ABDJSJCJANC

OKAY IM GONNA END THIS WITH SAYING I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE I LITERALLY HAVE NO IDEAS SO IF YOU DO HAVE ANY IDEAS OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO SEE ME WRITE P L E A S E COMMENT OR MESSAGE ME I'LL GIVE YOU CREDIT OKAY THANKS GUYS

~Kaylie:)