An Ode to Mischief - Bonded by Laughter - The Story of the Devil Siblings

Both of my younger siblings have a knack for getting into hilarious and absurd situations together. From childhood antics to adult misadventures, their bond was forged through laughter and shared experiences.

They had a week-long break from their campus, today being only the second day, and I could see them getting bored. It is not a good thing when they are bored because chaos ensues whenever it happens. Quietly and quickly, I backtracked out of the living room to avoid giving them a target.

I overheard their planning; they had planned a prank war against their unsuspecting mother. I wondered how it would go. At one moment, I considered giving mom the heads-up, but I let it go. Mom can handle them. On the other hand, I had an important self-assigned job—any guesses as to what it is? Nope! Let me share - I am going to be the hidden camera person, going around capturing everything.

Currently, they have gone out, I think to buy some prank stuff. I was on edge, with my camera ready, but they hadn't done anything yet, and the day was almost over. You might be wondering why I was on edge. That's because at the dinner table, they were sharing smirks, with downright wickedness shining in their eyes.

That night, I went to sleep wondering what lay ahead for the next morning. <Time Skip> The next morning was when it all began. I was sitting in the kitchen, watching the rising sun while my mom was cooking breakfast. It was peaceful and calm. The silence was playing its own tune, and the whirring of the household gadgets added a subtle backdrop to it.

The breakfast aroma filled the air, raising my anticipation. Soon, the dishes covered the table. The boiled peppered eggs with soft flat sesame seed bread combined with chicken curry and a bowl of tangerines. Love it! I dived in. Just putting the bite into my mouth, I was met with an explosion of flavors. Enjoying my breakfast, my mom joined me with her mug of coffee.

As soon as she sat down, a loud 'FART' echoed around the room. Her face reddened in embarrassment. She adjusted herself, and again, it was the same sound. I was about to tell her that she was putting me off from the meal, but I didn't have time as she, with her red face, stood up and removed the seat cushion - and there it was. What was it, you might ask? It was a whoopee cushion, cleverly placed behind the seat cushion.

The devil siblings' plan. Mom removed the whoopee cushion and sat down. Her face was now a normal color, and we ate together. After the meal and dishes were done, I watched mom leave with the whoopee cushion. Is mom going to get them back, I wonder?

It was noon by the time they struck again. As soon as mom opened her favorite book to read, a spider popped up. She fell badly for that one. The devil siblings burst into laughter, high-fiving each other, bonding them in mischief and humor.

The rest of the day went the same way with small pranks here and there. I wondered how they were planning to finish it off. I got my answer when they approached me, wary of them, but I still heard them. So now I am standing in the kitchen baking a two-tiered vanilla cake topped with vanilla frosting and pineapple.

Grandma joined us with her signature apple pie, but mom was too busy to notice the additional people in the house. She was becoming paranoid with all the pranks and was constantly looking over her shoulder for hidden tricks.

Leaving her busy, everyone got together to put up the decor, all the while keeping it a secret from mom. As midnight drew closer, we dragged mom to the celebration. Watching as her face lit up in surprise and joy, the devil siblings' plan of the ultimate prank turned celebration was pulled off without a hitch.

Soon, mom was cutting the cake, and now I am sitting and enjoying the cake. Everyone had their slice and was now savoring it. Something that caught my attention was the same wicked smirk on my mom's face as she watched my siblings from the corner of her eyes.

Getting my camera ready, this is so going to be a retaliation. Vengeance at its greatest. Getting the camera ready, I pointed it at them. As soon as they pulled their chairs out and sat on them, multiple 'FART' went off, and a dangling spider fell in front of their faces. They screamed in surprise, pushing their chairs back, only for them to fall back and get hit in the face with a water balloon.

Mom just stood there with her apple pie, smiling innocently, which didn't fool me even for a second. That's where they get it from. Chaos and laughter surrounded the drowned siblings, as they now sported orange faces like the Oompa Loompas from 'Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'.

It was without a doubt a fun night. They always find a way to lift each other up and turn any situation into a comedic moment. Be it dancing like fools at a family wedding, pulling off an outrageous Halloween costume, or turning the school anthem into a funeral march, their bond was strengthened through shared laughter and ability to make each other smile no matter what. Both of them despite having a significant age gap go well together.

Through thick and thin, they could always count on each other for a good laugh and a shoulder to lean on. Their sibling bond was built on a foundation of humor and silliness, making every moment they spent together a memorable and joyful one.

What about you, do you have siblings? Which one are you closest to?