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Shiver’s feeling pretty great right now, Four Splatfest wins in a row, a fifth one practically in the bag already, she’s practically on top of the world!
That’s a problem for everyone else. With an ego swollen through the roof, they’re insufferable and unhelpful. So Frye and Big Man have recruited the best help for fixing inflated prides they know. Smallfry, who just so happens to come with Radio as a bonus.
“So there’s the sitch, wanna help us?” Frye asked. “Ay! (Please, I can’t take being used as coffee holder again!)” Big Man begged alongside her. The Salmonid looked to its companion and asked “
Any ideas?
” Radio confirmed “
Yeah, I got a few.
” Wasting no more time, they jumped right into action.
“Big Man, here’s bucket. Get some sand!”
“Ay! (OK!)”
“Frye, find us some sharp stuff!”
“Wha-? OK, sure?”
“Buddy, we got stuff to grab!”
Everyone met back up, Big Man with a bucket full of sand, Frye with a couple of knives, Radio with a bag of flour, various unlabelled boxes and a fog machine and Smallfry with several spools of string. “Keep Shiver busy N’ leave the rest to us!” the boy told them, before taking the supplies from the two idols and heading into their studio.
Speak of the devil and they shall appear because Shiver rocked up, strutting her stuff, not long after Radio disappeared. “So, we’ve got an ad to record for, ready to go?” She asked. “Oh, shoot! I forgot about that!” Frye yelped. Shiver patted her on the head (despite being shorter) to console her, “We can’t all be perfect.” she then held out a coffee cup towards Big Man, “Hold this for me.” the Manta Ray grumbled but complied. Shiver cat-walked off afterwards and he followed. Frye disappointedly followed as well, sighing “That is not the Shiver I fell for…”
First up on the agenda was to booby trap the door to Shiver’s dressing room. With the two knives Frye provided, They managed to stick the bag of flour to the ceiling in such a way that when the door is inevitably swung open due to Shiver’s over the top behaviour right now the bag will rip and dump flour all over her. It was precariously done, but once the door was fully closed and the crew and staff were warned, it was on to the second part.
Several tripwires were set up throughout the hallways at varying heights. Thin enough to not be visible to someone, the only way to avoid them is to know where they are, which Radio does of course. He then decided to just tell the crew and staff to just wait in the break area for safety. Lastly was the fog machine. A new invention of Radio’s that can fill an entire room full of smoke in seconds. Assuming it works. Set up in the vents in case Shiver takes the pranks a little too personally.
“
Now, we wait…
”
Deep Cut returned to their studio an hour later. Shiver still full of herself, and the other two completely done with it. The Octoling flung her dressing room door open which was accompanied by a harsh *RIIIIIIIP* as a cloud of white puffed into the air and a bag of flour was dumped on her. Waving the powder away with her fan Shiver coughed out “What the hell was that!” Big Man and Frye just shrugged, after all, they only helped with the supplies, they don’t know what Radio did with all of them. Speaking of Radio, his laughter could be heard from the end of the hallway. With a deep-seated hatred in her eye(s) Shiver ran for the boy.
Straight into a waist height tripwire. Sand was then dumped on her, followed by the bucket it was contained in. They stumbled forwards into a second tripwire which tied her up and dangled her in the air.
Seeing Shiver covered in flour and sand, with a bucket on her head, strung from the ceiling like a fly in a web, Radio realised “
Maybe we didn’t need all the extra traps.
” as he approached the dejected-looking idol, deactivating the tripwires as he went, setting off the several lethal looking traps (one of the straight up dropped a guillotine!) Frye and Big Man also walked up to their trapped friend. Shiver began to apologise “I have seen the error of my ways, and I am sorry for being such a…” “Bitch?” Frye supplied. She nodded in shame, “I won’t do it again, forgive me?” “Ay! Ay, ay! (Awwww! I can’t stay mad at you, we forgive you!)” Big Man replied. Frye interjected, “Speak for yourself, Shiv’s doing the dishes for the next four months!” Shiver pouted, but accepted the punishment. Radio then walked past them.
“How’d you set all that up in less than an hour?”
“Don’ worry ‘bout it.”
“Ay? (Where did the fog machine come in?)”
“Don’ worry ‘bout it.”
“Stop saying don’t worry about it, you’re making me worry about it!”
“Hehehehehehehehehehe…”
“That doesn’t help!”