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[sonofthefalcon]

Operation: Tyranno Dunk

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Conner walked up to Mia's bedroom, "What are you two troublemakers getting up to?"

"Nothing," JJ replied timidly.

"Better not be," Conner said before he walked away.

After checking to make sure he was gone JJ reached under Mia's dresser and pulled out a poster board that he began to unroll. It read:

Operation: Tyranno Dunk

Objective: Figure out how we're gonna dump the pitcher of gatorade over Coach McKnight after we win the championship, even though he's so much taller than us.

Option 1: Trip Wire

Pros: Would be easy to conceal once we get it set up

Cons: Getting it set up is the problem, Coach is always on the field and even if he wasn't he has an uncanny ability to show up out of nowhere right behind us. High Risk.

Option 2: Three kids sitting on each other's shoulders

Pros: Would definitely give us the height we need.

Cons: Nobody wants to be on the bottom

Option 3: Recruit Principal Oliver (JJs Dad)

Pros: Legendary history of dunking on each other, he'd be happy to see it. Says he still owes Coach one for the Grape Jello Incident of '15.

Cons: Can't be fully trusted. Despite their rivalry, rumor persists that all fathers live by a "Dads before Brats" honor code. Risk of reverse pranking happening to us instead.

"There's gotta be something we can do," JJ said as he pored over the list, tapping his chin with a marker.

[fateensnared-blog]

Family Ties, Lost to Time || Casey && Aj

|| @ranger-legacy reblogged for a starter

   -- Casey leaned against the counter, pulling his hat off and running a hand through his hair. The lunch rush had not only come early, but it had hit hard, he was exhausted, and he honestly just wanted to sit down. Scanning the room, it seemed like everyone in the room was seated, had drinks, and had their pizza -- not bad for it just being him in the dining room.

   ... Or not. Nestled in the corner was a little booth that he must have missed, with a girl tucked in it and nothing on the table. Groaning softly, he pushed himself off of the counter, plopped his hat back on, and began to navigate through the crowd, snatching a menu up as he went. After a second he stood next to the booth, sliding the menu in front of the girl and pulling the note pad from his back pocket, starting to jot down notes.

   “Welcome to Jungle Karma Pizza, I’m Casey. Sorry if you had to wait a bit, it’s been a little crazy in here. Can I get you anything to drink?”