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“Staying at home is so boring!’’ yawned Anna Pickle as she stretched out on her bed. If only I could do something to entertain myself, she thought.

Just then Anna’s mind got to work. She raced from room to room in her house, thinking about what pranks she could pull on her big brother Zach, her mum and her dad. Nothing too serious, just enough to cause a bit of trouble and brighten up another lockdown day at home.

The next morning Anna waited eagerly. She heard her mum get up, open the bathroom door, turn on the shower….wait for it, wait for it…… “ARRRRGHHH! ‘’Who has put mayonnaise in the shampoo bottle!!” yelled her mum.

She listened carefully for her dad, as he trundled downstairs to make his morning coffee….wait for it, wait for it….. “UUURRRGH, who has put washing powder in the coffee jar!!!”

Anna Pickles giggled under her covers barely able to control her laughter.

She listened carefully for the next prank to happen, to her big and annoying brother Zach. Wait for it… wait for it… “OOOUUUCCCHHH! ‘’ Who has put clothes pegs in my shoes and tied my laces together!” shrieked Zach as he tumbled head over heel across his bedroom floor.

Ah, thought Anna, “what fun home can be”, she said as she got dressed for breakfast.

But of course there was one person who escaped Anna Pickle’s pranks that day – can you guess who? Her Grandmother, of course! Granny Pickles was incredibly underestimated in the Pickle’s household. Occasionally a sock would go missing or there would be dog food in the cereal box, but everyone always blamed Anna! Little did they know Granny Pickles was ‘a professional home-made prankster!’ and Anna was her attentive student in the creation of Home-made Pickle Pranks!

When Logan went to bed at night, Monkey and his gang woke up. This happened every night, as every night, when Logan started to dream, his room became alive. What will happen tonight?

Monkey looked around, he went to the wardrobe, he looked inside and found loads of smelly socks, which Logan had stashed there, when tidying his room.

The socks woke up very angry and wanted to attack! So, Monkey ran, gathered up his gang and told them, “we have to build a fort, the smelly socks are going to attack us”. They built a fort with books, t-shirts, mini canons with paper balls inside of them and Blu-Tack. “They’re coming” shouted Monkey, “get ready to defend!”

The head sock commanded “ATTACK”. The socks slithered, straight towards Monkey and his gang, waving their smell around the room like a mouldy air freshener. “FIRE THE CANONS” commanded Monkey. So, after the count of 3, Monkey, Chewbacca the Bodyguard, Buffy the Penguin and Momo the Kangaroo all pulled hard on the canon wire, and BOOM, shot the paper balls and destroyed 10 of the 20 socks.

“Use your ice Buffy, to block the entrance” shouted Monkey. Buffy, sucked in the smelly air, and blew out a stream of ice pellets.

The smelly socks smell was so powerful, it melted the ice! “Plan B” shouted Monkey, and with that, Momo swooped over the remaining smelly socks, blasting a spray of odour-eater, sucking the smell, and the life out of them. The socks collapsed, Monkey and his gang, swooped in, gathered them up like laundry-ninjas, and managed to close them in Logan’s laundry basket.

Monkey and his gang returned to Logan’s pillow and snuggled in, just in time for Logan to waken up.

We arrived home from shopping and were just relaxing when the house began to shake! The blinds went up and down crazily and the lights suddenly went mad. “Sppittt!” hissed Jake, our cat, leaping at the lights.

Then the house was rising up on legs and arms made of pipes. The house walked off with us inside! My little brother burst into tears. Just then the house stopped and we were thrown backwards.

Slowly our house waved at my friend’s house, which I noticed was the same design as ours. Then all the houses on the block got up on their pipey arms and legs, like they were awakening from a deep slumber. And then off they stomped, the weight of them smashing cars and uprooting trees.

Along the way we passed a big house. I only just saw it because I was calling excitedly to my friend but it made the other houses really angry. They were so angry at the house that they punched the garden path and even walked over the rubble and tore off the windows and doors!

Just before it was torn up I saw a sign on the grass saying, ‘Made by Morrison’s Architecture.’ Then I saw a man on the roof, painting. As loud as possible he shouted, “My name is Ben Morrison. What do you want from me?” Our cat leapt to the windowsill for a closer look.

With surprising speed our house grabbed the architect and put him inside by lifting our top window with the blinking blinds. “I designed you” the architect choked. “And then made a better one!” our house cried.