6th Hat

[busy_fists]

[Well, anyone who knows Dad probably saw this coming a mile away.  Delicious chocolate-based baked goods?  Yes please.  He bought a big heaping helping from some of the drone kids that morning, and can be found in several places in Mayfield suffering the band candy's effects during the events of the weekend.]

[Action; around Mayfield]

[Being the grandson of a legendary prankster himself, Dad has always had a certain affinity for jokes, gags, japes, and shenanigans, going back even further than trying to please his son John by filling the house with harlequins.  In fact, one could say he was even more serious about this hobby in the carefree days of his youth.  Back when clowning seemed like a pretty attractive and realistic long-term career aspiration.  Watch out, citizens of Mayfield, there's a prankster on the loose!

So today, all throughout town, Dad can be found looking much like this, except with the addition of a jester's cap in place of his normal hat.  He's playing all sorts of practical jokes on anyone and everyone he can find.  Besides throwing a lot of pies, this also includes just about every silly Looney Tunes style prank you could imagine - buckets of water perched on doorways, ringing doorbells and hiding in the bushes, lighting smoke bombs and putting them in peoples' mailboxes, replacing their doorbells with the prank kind that shoot water... all that sort of thing.]

[Action; Achewood Bakery]

[Later on in the day, Dad decides to actually show up for work.  And it looks like he's brought someone with him.  He'll still be doing his job... more or less.  You're just going to have to get past the fact that the two of them are spending most of the day making out on top of the bakery counter.  Oh, and anyone who orders cookies?  Regardless of how hot and heavy things are getting on the counter, Dad finds the time to pull a pie seemingly out of nowhere and throw it in your face.  Pies and cakes are superior to cookies - geez, everyone knows that.]

((OOC: Anyone who picks the bakery prompt may get tags from either Dad, Mom, or both.))

Comments

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[con_heir]

[Here John was just minding his own business when suddenly PIE OF FUCKING NOWHERE. In retrospect, it was his own fault for letting his guard down. But two can play at this game, old man! John immediately went out and purchased some pies of his own, and set about hunting down his father intent on revenge.

His first stop: the Achewood Bakery, Dad's personal armory. John kicks open the door, fully intent on delivering delicious baked retribution...]

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[con_heir]

[...and sees his Dad and Rose's Mom on the bakery counter, tongue-wrasslin'.]

Oh fuck!

Mom's going to tag in after this, then we can go John -> Dad -> Mom ^^v

[busy_fists]

[And without even trying, Dad has once again added some points to his Prankster's Gambit. Recognizing the voice, he stops what he's doing and turns to look over at John.]

Hey, John. Still hungry?

[His hand darts into his pocket, uncaptchaloguing a delicious-looking banana creme pie and casually tossing it into the air once or twice, still reclining on the counter.]

[pinkscarflady]

[Does it help that Mom is wearing a wizard hat? No, it probably doesn't...]

Awww, did he come back for second helping? Should I step off and let you boys have it out?

[She reaches for the bottle of gin on the counter and settles in for the show.]

[con_heir]

[DAMMIT JOHN KEEP YOUR COOL]

I'm calling you out, old man! But uh, Mrs. Lalonde, you should probably get out of the way, I don't wanna pie you by mistake or anything. Rose would be pretty pissed off at me.

[busy_fists]

[Dad sighs, shaking his head and swinging his legs over to stand up, pie still in hand.]

Roxy, you better let me handle this. I'll just be a few.

[Then he turns back to John, a confident smile on his face.]

All right, then. Let's take this outside.

[pinkscarflady]

Alright boys, have it your way.

[But Dad still gets a kiss from his gal.]

That's for luck.

[And she'll follow them out to watch.]

[con_heir]

[GAG]

[Regardless, John heads outside, pies in hand.] No funny business! Aside from the actual funny business I mean.

[busy_fists]

Of course. Prankster's honor.

[Dad places one hand over his heart, holding the other up in the air. A prank war is no joke, and certainly nothing to laugh about.

Well, except for the 'ha ha' kind. That kind of laughing is appropriate and expected. But other forms of laughter are right out.]

All right, so how do you want to do this? Ten paces and then throw? Or just let loose with everything we've got and see who's covered in less whipped cream at the end?

[Reaching for his wallet, he takes out an equal number of pies to what John's packing. Fair's fair, after all.]

[pinkscarflady]

[And Mom is just gonna watch. She's leaning against the bakery wall, still sipping gin direct from the bottle. You boys can just go ahead and settle this.]

[con_heir]

Ten paces! We settle this like gentlemen. [There's a touch of the man who, in another universe, would be known as Poppop Crocker in John's voice.] I'm ready when you are!

[busy_fists]

Ten paces it is. Choose your weapon!

[Dad's going to go with the banana creme pie he's already holding. He waits for John to choose his pie of choice and then starts pacing.]

[con_heir]

[John, being a gentleman, settles for the dignified raspberry. He makes his paces, and upon the tenth, whirls around and hurls his pie with as much force as he can muster!!!]

[busy_fists]

[And Dad whirls around at ten exactly at the same time, heaving his own pie with everything he's got! The two pies pass each other in midair...]

[con_heir]

[...and John is knocked into the nearest wall by the force of the pie.]

Waaaugh!

[busy_fists]

[Dad is hit simultaneously with John's pie, staggering back several steps and falling to one knee. He may be mentally a teenager right now, but his body's still full of all the MANGRIT he's earned over the years. Still, though, he's clearly impressed with John's effort as he wipes the pie from his face and stands up.]

Hey, you all right? C'mon, get up.

[He'll be walking over to offer a hand up after recaptchaloguing the remaining pies.]

[con_heir]

Bah... [John stands up, wiping his face and frowning.] I guess this means I lose, huh? I'll get you someday!

[busy_fists]

Nah, that was a hell of a throw! We'll call it a draw.

[Dad grins, holding up the palm of the hand he didn't use to pull John up.]

See? I was so impressed I didn't even use this just now.

[There's a joybuzzer.]

[con_heir]

[GRR HOW DID HE NOT CHECK FOR THAT]

Well geez, thanks. Hope I didn't embarrass you too much in front of your ladyfriend. She is your ladyfriend, right?

[busy_fists]

[Nanna didn't raise no fool.]

Roxy? Yeah, she's a real groovy chick.

[Oh god, teenage!Dad and his horrible outdated slang.]

[con_heir]

"Groovy chick"? [oh god.] Dad please tell me you aren't picking up the local slang here.

[busy_fists]

Don't be such a square, John. This is how I always talk.

[con_heir]

I am not even remotely square-shaped! Also who even says that anymore.

[busy_fists]

Like I said, I always talk that way.