Dawn: So, we were dared to prank our dad and mom-dad?

Armadillo: Uh...yeah, though, I don't know how I feel about it.

Vanilla: Let's make them suffer.

Dawn:  Yay!

Armadillo: No! We're just going to play a harmless prank on them.

Vanilla: Wuss.

Dawn: Yeah! What a wuss....what's a wuss?

Armadillo: *sigh*

Armadillo: Now, let's put our brains together, and think of a prank...that doesn't involve weapons, Vanilla, put that down!

Vanilla: *slowly lowers axe*

Later:

Winter: Oh my fucking moons! Being a female is the worse! When is this week over!?

Qibli: C'mon, it can't be that bad.

Winter: You don't know the half of it. You wake up with back cramps. You gain weight quicker, but continue eating icecream to fill your empty void of a stomach. You're never satisfied by your husband anymore.

Qibli: What was that last part?

Winter: Anyway, where's my kids? I need a distraction from my misery.

Qibli: That makes two of us...

Winter: What did you say?

Qibli: Uh, I think the kids were last seen in their rooms.

Winter: Oh, thanks *walks off*

Qibli: Phew!

Winter: But I heard that, bitch.

Qibli: Fuck!

Meanwhile:

Vanilla: Are you finish, Brother?

Armadillo: Almost done...There!

Dawn: So, when they come in, they'll step on that wire, trigger the traps we set up, and be covered with glue and feathers!

Armadillo: Yep. A harmless prank.

Vanilla: Brother! Our parental guardians are arriving!

Armadillo: Quickly! To our positions!

*the kids quickly hid, while their parents stepped into the room*

Qibli: Where's the kids? *steps forward*

*Qibli stumbled a bit, and realized he stepped on a wire*

Armadillo: Yes! Now we wait until the prank unfolds...

Qibli: *looks down at wire* What the--

*He was interrupted, when a bucket fell down, and covered his entire head*

Qibli: *voice muffled* Ahhhhh! What is this!?

Winter: Qibli, don't worry, I'll save you! *grabs bucket and pulls*

Winter: Huh!? My talons! They're stuck to the bucket!

Dawn: Armie, that didn't happen to be the bucket with the glue in it?

Armadillo: ...

Armadillo: Sh--

Winter: Hold on! Just let me--

*suddenly, feathers fell on top of her*

Winter: What are these!? Fucking feathers! I can't see!

Qibli: Ow! Ow! Stop pulling! My face hurts!

Winter: I'm trying to get my fucking talons free!

Winter: KIDS! WHERE ARE YOU!?

Vanilla: What do we do now, Brother?

Armadillo: ....

Later:

Armadillo: Is it OK, if we sleepover for the next...year?

Turtle: ....aren't your parents going to be worried?

Dawn: Nah, we just need a place to stay, to wait out their volcanic rage.

Turtle: Seems legit *let's them in*

Vanilla: Thank you, Uncle Tuna.

Turtle: Goddammit!