The street was busy, filled with cars. I grinned. This was the place.
A carton of milk in hand, so aged that it was not lumpy, but a lump, and the outside was faded past recognition. (See link for further details on the Lump of Milk)
I looked at the busy road; a two-way street, bustling with activity.
I waited till there was no incoming traffic, then hurried out and put the carton just near the dotted line, then quickly retreated back to the safety of the Bus Stop.
Sure enough, more traffic came, and I concentrated on the milk carton, praying this would work.
There it was, the milky lump, on a busy road, a ticking bomb, needing only a nudge to detonate.
The wind rufled my quills as I waited... Here came a nice, shiney Volvo...
SPLORSH! The milk exploded outwards in a white blur, the lump sponaniously seperating into a million globbey strips, the yellow liquid creating a scene of pure comedy.
The shiney, silver Volvo was splorsed all over in milk, drenching one sid of it.
But this, what happened next, was a sight to behold. for at just the second the Volvo had triggered the bomb, a newly-perchased Convertible, roof off, came past.
The foul milk had drenched not only the guy's car, but had splashed up in a brilliant haze, a void of yellow-ish white, all over the guy's face.
I simply stared. He had lumpey milk strips hanging from his face as he skidded his vehicle to a stop, and saw a guilty-looking hedgehog; me.
I ran. Probably the fastest I had ever ran before, and jumped over the fence, falling a full 20 metres into a soggy drain, anding squarely on my feet.
The guy, as I had called him, didn't bother with following me; he stood above me, yelling curses at the top of his voice.
I laughed as he screeched at me; I probably would have fallen over, if I wern't so fazed by touching the gross mud that coated the drain.
Good thing I had figured I would have to come this way, as 'The Guy' was climbing down, rather than taking the more direct way of jumping.
I ran to my conveniatly-located bike, ran side-by side with it a bit, got on, and peddled for all I was worth.
Mud spraying up behind me, I swerved from side-to-side, gaining speed for 'The Jump', as it had been christened.
The drain was shaped like a halfpipe, a channel dug out of the ground. Built so, that if you were on a bike, and were fast enough and hit it at the right angle, you could perform a flip-jump, out of the drain, and into the park.
It was a riskey stunt, and a very stupid one, but with 'The Guy' trailing me (his face still drenched in milk) I figured it was worth it.
I peddled as hard as I could, gaining speed... I rode hard at the side of the drain...
As I came to the top, I pulled the handlebars back, flipped over, and landed the bike up the right way in the park! I had done it!
I had acheived the Ultimate Prank x Getaway!
A carton of milk in hand, so aged that it was not lumpy, but a lump, and the outside was faded past recognition. (See link for further details on the Lump of Milk)
I looked at the busy road; a two-way street, bustling with activity.
I waited till there was no incoming traffic, then hurried out and put the carton just near the dotted line, then quickly retreated back to the safety of the Bus Stop.
Sure enough, more traffic came, and I concentrated on the milk carton, praying this would work.
There it was, the milky lump, on a busy road, a ticking bomb, needing only a nudge to detonate.
The wind rufled my quills as I waited... Here came a nice, shiney Volvo...
SPLORSH! The milk exploded outwards in a white blur, the lump sponaniously seperating into a million globbey strips, the yellow liquid creating a scene of pure comedy.
The shiney, silver Volvo was splorsed all over in milk, drenching one sid of it.
But this, what happened next, was a sight to behold. for at just the second the Volvo had triggered the bomb, a newly-perchased Convertible, roof off, came past.
The foul milk had drenched not only the guy's car, but had splashed up in a brilliant haze, a void of yellow-ish white, all over the guy's face.
I simply stared. He had lumpey milk strips hanging from his face as he skidded his vehicle to a stop, and saw a guilty-looking hedgehog; me.
I ran. Probably the fastest I had ever ran before, and jumped over the fence, falling a full 20 metres into a soggy drain, anding squarely on my feet.
The guy, as I had called him, didn't bother with following me; he stood above me, yelling curses at the top of his voice.
I laughed as he screeched at me; I probably would have fallen over, if I wern't so fazed by touching the gross mud that coated the drain.
Good thing I had figured I would have to come this way, as 'The Guy' was climbing down, rather than taking the more direct way of jumping.
I ran to my conveniatly-located bike, ran side-by side with it a bit, got on, and peddled for all I was worth.
Mud spraying up behind me, I swerved from side-to-side, gaining speed for 'The Jump', as it had been christened.
The drain was shaped like a halfpipe, a channel dug out of the ground. Built so, that if you were on a bike, and were fast enough and hit it at the right angle, you could perform a flip-jump, out of the drain, and into the park.
It was a riskey stunt, and a very stupid one, but with 'The Guy' trailing me (his face still drenched in milk) I figured it was worth it.
I peddled as hard as I could, gaining speed... I rode hard at the side of the drain...
As I came to the top, I pulled the handlebars back, flipped over, and landed the bike up the right way in the park! I had done it!
I had acheived the Ultimate Prank x Getaway!
Full name; Crescent The Vampire Hedgehog.
Age; 428.
Lives with; Rebecca, Mephiles, and Robo-Knuckles.
Favs...
Country; Australia.
Food; Blood.
Movie; None.
T.V Show; None.
Music; Crush 40, Linken Park, Evanescence, Disturbed, and Bad Religeon.
Video Game; Shadow The Hedgehog.
Sport; None.
Bffs (Known in person); Rebecca The Hedgehog, Manic The Hedgehog, Mephiles,and Robo-Knuckles.
Enimies; Dark The Demon, Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik, Scourge The Hedgehog, Rosy The Rascal, Ix The Echidna, and any other villains.
Rivals; Just about everyone.
Instrament; Piano.
Likes; Friends, Music, Playing Games, Blood, and Meeting new people.
Dislikes; Evil, and people talking badly about vampires.
Personality...
Around new people; Doesn't talk much.
Around friends; Hates talking unless he makes a point, answers only when spoken to, always suspicius of anyone, and a bit of a loner.
Abilities; Super speed, strength, and ajility. Blood makes him stronger.
Age; 428.
Lives with; Rebecca, Mephiles, and Robo-Knuckles.
Favs...
Country; Australia.
Food; Blood.
Movie; None.
T.V Show; None.
Music; Crush 40, Linken Park, Evanescence, Disturbed, and Bad Religeon.
Video Game; Shadow The Hedgehog.
Sport; None.
Bffs (Known in person); Rebecca The Hedgehog, Manic The Hedgehog, Mephiles,and Robo-Knuckles.
Enimies; Dark The Demon, Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik, Scourge The Hedgehog, Rosy The Rascal, Ix The Echidna, and any other villains.
Rivals; Just about everyone.
Instrament; Piano.
Likes; Friends, Music, Playing Games, Blood, and Meeting new people.
Dislikes; Evil, and people talking badly about vampires.
Personality...
Around new people; Doesn't talk much.
Around friends; Hates talking unless he makes a point, answers only when spoken to, always suspicius of anyone, and a bit of a loner.
Abilities; Super speed, strength, and ajility. Blood makes him stronger.