E-mails to Doug, Kitty, Lorna

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To: {the amazing upside-down boy}
From: {Kid Numerical Advantage}
Subject: Been thinking.

And I'd imagine you're probably thinking along the same lines. What with my 18th coming up in a couple months, it occurred to me those snazzy private-room suites are looking pretty good. I mean, not like I don't like rooming with you, dude, but between your bookshelves, my bookshelves, your Asgard souvenirs, my Asgard souvenirs, furniture, books . . . well, I tell ya, too many more wacky mutant adventures and we'll just plain need the storage space.

Not to mention, y'know, certain particularly tricky kinds of scheduling would be a lot easier with that bit more flexibility in our privacy options, and I'm sure I don't need to get too frank there.

So what do you say?



To: {loveliest accomplice}
From: {clown prince of Kansas}
Subject: The squirrel flies in the bean soup.

Oranges remain confident in the face of the badger hordes.

Heh. By which I mean, I've figured out who's been pranking me and I Have A Plan, I just need to wait about a week for a care package from Uncle Jesse. Secret meeting in the treehouse to discuss strategy?

Also . . . can you touch your elbows behind your back? I'm all kinds of curious.



To: {crouching magnet, hidden chef}
From: {being sneaky}
Subject: Probably want to be all the way awake to read this.

I'm expecting a package sometime next week, in regard to my whole Mystery Pranker situation. But, see, the thing is, I don't want to tip off my prospective vengeance-wreakee that anything's in the wind, and a package for me from my Uncle Jesse would be a pretty big tipoff. So here's what he came up with as sort of a covert kind of thing to get me the stuff I need. I have some cousins stationed down in Hawaii, and one of them is dating one of the assistants in the U of H's admissions department. If you don't mind being my conduit, Uncle Jesse can mail the stuff to my cousin, who can give it to his girlfriend, who can slip it into one of those packets of brochures you're probably sick of getting from them by now. All you'd have to do is look for the little x on the corner of the envelope and, when you see it, let me get my stuff and nobody'll be the wiser. Sound good?

(It's a really clever and diabolical prank I'm planning here. I'm all proud of it. And if you want more details I'll be only too happy to let you in on the skinny as long as you keep it absolutely don't-tell-a-soul quiet. I think you'll get a kick out of it. :))

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To: [scheming scamp]
From: [super-spy]
Subject: Yeah but I was napping!

Platforms, ugh how early aughts. I want a sandal phone.

Ali? Really? Good for her! ...er, I mean that fiend!

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To: {celebrated coconspirator}
From: {complicatedly covert}
Subject: You've been napping practically since the plane took off!

Hrm. They are making cell-phones tiny these days. Maybe for Christmas.

Hey, I'm right there with you on the congratulations. She really got me good. And now it's her turn. :)

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To: [excellent espionager]
From: [eloquent elocutionist]
Subject: Yeah, what's your point?

I'm running out of alliterations.

Whee! Shoephone!

I owe her myself. And Bobby. And, come to think of it, another prankster whose name starts with J.