Epic Mickey Pranksters

Inspired By Nintendrawer's Super Mario Comic, “Pranksters”

## Summary

Mickey and Oswald engage in a prank war. What do you think will happen? Read and find out.

# Story

## Chapter 1

It was a normal day in Wasteland. Mickey was making himself an ice cream treat.

”Huh, I can’t help but wonder if it’s missing something. Oh, yeah, a cherry.”

Mickey went to the fridge and opened the door when…

SPLAT!

A cream pie had splattered all over his face.

“Ooh, that was *so* funny, Ozzie,” Mickey said sarcastically. “I hope you know you wasted a delicious pie.” Mickey opened a cabinet door to get some paper towels when…

SPLAT!

Another pie splattered on Mickey's face. He turned to see Oswald sticking his tongue out.

”Oh, it’s on now,” Mickey frowned.

## Chapter 2

The next morning, Oswald was taking a shower. Little did he know was that Mickey was in his room, sprinkling itching powder on his underwear. Once Mickey heard the water turning off, he dashed for his room, climbed into bed, and waited for the moment of truth. And before long…

“Huh? WAHH!! YOU!!”

There was Oswald, standing in his brother's doorway wearing his underwear, scratching his hips like crazy.

”You have *got* to be kidding me!!!” Oswald said in anger as he continued to scratch his hips. “Seriously, are you planning on doing this *every* time I’m in the shower?!”

“Shh, I’m napping.”

Oswald backed away a bit in defense.

”Oh, excuse *me!* Well, you'd better enjoy your nap because the minute you get up, you're back in the war zone, Mouse!”

Mickey grinned.

”Oh, *really?* Well, in that case, until then…”

Mickey turned around and stuck his tongue out.

## Chapter 3

That night, Oswald swiped a pair of Mickey's pants, grabbed a knife, and started cutting holes in the back side of the pants. Once he was done, he placed the pants in his brother’s drawer.

——

“Morning, Ozzie.”

Mickey was walking by Oswald, who was cooking some pancakes.

”Oh, good morning, Mickey,” Oswald grinned. “Where are you going?”

”I'm getting the paper. I won't be long.”

With that, Mickey headed out the door.

”Oh, I bet you won’t,” Oswald said to himself.

——

After breakfast, Oswald was in the parlor, vacuuming the carpet when…

SLAM!

There was Mickey, red in anger, having his hand glued to the door.

”Hmm, did you get the paper?” Oswald asked.

”Ooh, I'm gonna put you… IN THE OBITUARY SECTION!!!” Mickey yelled at the top of his lungs. Oswald rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out.

## Chapter 4

That afternoon, at the local supermarket, Oswald was waiting in line.

“Pardon, you go ahead,” a woman, who was waiting ahead of him, said. “I see you don’t have much.” Upon hearing this, Oswald felt his body fill with hesitation.

”Are you sure?”

”Yeah, no problem.”

Oswald smiled and moved ahead of the woman.

”Thanks. If we meet again, maybe then, I'll return the favor, heh.”

PFFT!

A farting sound entered the room and everyone glared at Oswald in disgust.

”Hey, what’s the big idea?!” a man said in disgust, holding his nose. Oswald chuckled nervously.

”Uh, th-th-th-that wasn’t me.”

PFFT!

The customers grew more disgusted and ran away.

”That wasn’t me!” Oswald wailed. The cashier gave Oswald a key to the bathroom.

”Here.”

”Oh, for the last time, it’s not me! Oh, where on Earth is that sound coming from?!”

Oswald reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.

”My wallet's farting???”

Oswald opened his wallet, which revealed a mini speaker. He took the speaker out to examine it. And quickly, he felt his body boil with anger, for he knew who was behind this.

”MICKEY!” he growled, crushing the speaker in his fist.

——

Back at the house, Mickey was holding another speaker next to his mouth. He pressed the button, but nothing happened.

”I wonder if this is even working.”

## Chapter 5

The next day, Mickey and Oswald were watching *Oliver And Company* on TV. Mickey was eating some chocolate pudding.

”Huh, my pudding tastes odd.”

Oswald formed a confused look.

”I'm sorry?”

”Hey, Oswald, did you do something different with my pudding?”

Oswald chuckled and scraped the back of his head.

”Gosh, dude. I made it the same way I do every time. Buuuuut, I *did* add some of *this,* though.”

Mickey looked at what Oswald was holding. It was a bottle of laxative.

”I guess it looks like your second helping isn’t very comfortable, is it?” Oswald grinned above the sound of his brother's stomach gurgling.

”Oh, you suck, you know that?” Mickey frowned, and quickly ran to the bathroom.

”Yeah, you keep thinking that,” Oswald grinned devilishly, holding a roll of toilet paper. “You've got plenty of time to.”

## Chapter 6

That evening, Oswald came into the kitchen, when something caught his nose.

”Oh, hey, Oswald.”

Oswald turned to see Mickey standing next to a plate of pasta.

”Did you have dinner? If not, have some pasta. I made it myself. Come have a seat.”

Oswald started to smile.

”Huh, I guess that smells goo—— Whoa, hold on a minute! You make dinner during this prank war of ours… you put something in that. Listen, I did this to you enough times to know it ends up with me in the bathroom. Besides, I’m sure you're still sour about me putting that laxative in your pudding earlier.”

”Whoa, I think that’s too far. You’d really think I did something to the pasta? Relax, Oswald, I would never do that. Maybe you could.”

But Oswald wasn’t convinced.

“Oh, yeah? Well, I am *not* eating it. Cheers to your failed attempt, Mick.”

Oswald grabbed a cup and started drinking from it. But immediately he turned red, grabbed his throat, and started coughing.

”Oh, yuck, *what* is this?! It’s hurting my throat.”

“It’s apple juice with a little kick of *this.*”

Mickey held up a bottle of hot sauce as Oswald smiled nervously.

”Okay, you got me. That was clever. You know, tell Minnie and Ortensia that I can’t make it to the movie tonight, please? It would mean a lot to me.”

“No need,” Mickey said, rubbing a hand on his chest. “I asked them to come by for the movie.”

”WHAT?!” Oswald cried in shock. Before Mickey could answer, the front door opened, and in came Minnie and Ortensia.

”Hello!” Minnie called.

”We’ve got Milk Duds,” Ortensia added.

”Hey, you're right on time!” Mickey smiled brightly. Oswald’s stomach gurgled.

”Hey, Oswald, are you okay?” Ortensia asked worriedly.

”Party pooper,” Mickey said to himself.

## Chapter 7

Mickey and Oswald kept on pranking each other, putting Minnie and Ortensia in the middle of everything.

——

“Okay, that’s enough!” Minnie cried, having enough of the brothers' shenanigans, and placed them down on the sofa. “This prank game of yours had gone too far! Seriously!”

”Yeah,” Ortensia added. “Seriously, you kicked us out just because you had to use the bathroom, Oswald?! What the heck is wrong with you?!”

”I think that’s a little off topic,” Oswald corrected.

”Only *you* could drive off pranks better that me, Ozzie,” Mickey chuckled.

”See? There it is,” Minnie said. “You two would never humiliate each other, right? What happened to your brotherly love?”

Mickey chuckled.

”Relax, Min. We still have it. We’re just goofing off. Besides…”

Mickey made puppy eyes.

”…Oswald was the one who started it.”

Oswald felt offended.

”Just. This. Once! *You* have kept this up ever since in 6th Grade, Mickey! Remember when you put that hair dye in my shampoo?”

”Stop living in the past, Oswald.”

Ortensia scoffed.

”Look, just stop, alright? Otherwise, we’ll make you stop, and I am *not* kidding.”

The brothers started laughing. But the girls fumed and towered over the trembling brothers.

——

The next morning, the girls had left, and Mickey and Oswald had their ears folded down.

”Truce?”

Mickey sighed.

”Fine, truce.”

**THE END**