Mark's Dirty Trick

by Dingbat

This story is a work of fiction, all characters and plot lines are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Mark's Dirty Trick remains the property of the author. The story or characters may not be reproduced or republished elsewhere without the expressed written consent of the author.

Mark rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then looked across the room to the bed where his older brother, Ronnie, still lay sleeping. Another teenager, Charlie, slept in a sleeping bag on the floor beside him. Charlie had been Ronnie's sleepover guest the previous night.

The young boy gingerly stepped over his own guest, a boy a few months older, named Kevin, and called "Little Kevin", to differentiate him from the scout troop's senior patrol leader, "Big Kevin." Quietly, the 10-year-old slipped out the door, and down the hall.

After washing the last remnants of slumber from his face, Mark returned, and gently shook his best friend awake. As Kevin's eyes opened, Mark held a finger to his lips, indicating silence. Kevin nodded, and whispered, "What are you up to?"

"Get washed and dressed!" Mark said, with an evil grin on his face. Kevin nodded, and by the time he got back from the washroom, Mark had already changed from his pajamas, into a pair of faded jeans and a white sweat shirt.

Kevin quickly followed suit, then asked, "What about Ronnie and Charlie?"

Mark smiled, and said that they would both sleep through an earthquake. "Must be a teenage thing," he said. "Doug, Scott, and the others are pretty heavy sleepers, too."

Then Mark said, "Watch this!", and carefully avoided Charlie's slumbering body, and gently pulled down the covers, to reveal Ronnie, wearing a pair of slightly oversized pajamas.

"Hey, those are Wayne's!" said Kevin. "We can get him for borrowing!"

"Afraid not," Mark replied. "Wayne turned them in to the troop clothing exchange, and Ronnie got them. They are really his, so no borrowing penalty. But I do have something else in mind, and I need your help."

Kevin agreed, and watched, as Mark softly slipped his fingers into the waistband of Ronnie's pajamas, and began to slowly pull them down.

"What are you doing?" Kevin asked, with a bit of alarm showing both on his face, and in his voice.

"You'll see," Mark replied.

It took nearly a minute and a half, but Ronnie soon had his pajamas down around his ankles. Then, with the touch of a surgeon, Mark removed one pajama leg completely from the foot.

"If he wakes up, we're dead!" Kevin cautioned.

"He won't!" Mark replied, as he maneuvered the free foot toward the other foot, then began the slow process of pulling Ronnie's pajama pants back up.

"You got both his legs into one leg of his pajamas!" Kevin gasped, as he helped Mark get the pajama waistband back up around Ronnie's waist, and the bed covers back over Ronnie's chest.

Mark just smiled, and said, "Get ready to run."

Accidently on purpose, Mark "tripped" over Charlie, and fell across him. This was enough to wake the sleeping teenager, who responded with a roar, questioning Mark's intelligence, height, and parentage. The commotion also caused Ronnie to stir, and with a start, he sat bolt upright in his bed.

"I can't move! I'm paralyzed!" he shouted.

Charlie immediately lost interest in Mark, and rushed to his friend's bedside. Ronnie repeated that he couldn't move his legs, and Charlie yanked down the covers, revealing both of Ronnie's legs in one leg of his pajamas.

"Paralyzed, I disagree!" Charlie snapped. Ronnie looked at his legs, and turned beet red.

"You did this, you little snake!" Ronnie roared at Mark, and that was Mark's cue to make an exit. He and Kevin figured they'd have at least a minute head start while Charlie and Ronnie got dressed, and by that time, they would have vanished into the woods, to Kevin's house, or somewhere else in the neighborhood.

"Mark, that was absolutely rotten!" Kevin said, from the sanctuary of his bedroom. "Maybe I'd better return the favor, and ask if you can sleep over here tonight. Ronnie probably wants to barbecue you over a slow fire."

"Thanks, Kevin," Mark said. "Maybe you can teach me some of those Indian knots you learned from your cousins."

"Cool idea," Kevin replied, “but I had to promise Ronnie I wouldn't."

"No problem," Mark said. But I have an idea: Call Doug, and invite him over, and tell him that you'll teach him He'll want to invite Scott; Scott'll come, and while you teach Doug, and Scott, too, I'll just be here. I just might learn something, too."

"Ronnie was right, you are a devious little snake," Kevin replied. "I'll set it up!"

Several minutes later, Kevin was off the phone. "Everything's set!" he announced. "Doug and Scott will be here at seven!"

"Cool!" smiled Mark. "This is gonna be a fun night!"

END

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