Creativity Must Be Present {Oneshots for The Boiz(tm)}

It's Just a Prank, Bro-

Just a nice little 3rd part to "Oops" and "The First Move" requested by lynx-potato

"Duh-duh-dun! Two brothers,"
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"Duh-duh-dun! Two bases,"
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"Duh-duh-dun! One mission,"
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"Together, Caboose and Caboose will end world boredom by pulling the most epickest pranks in the world!" -

"Mikey, if we're gonna actually pull this off, we kinda have to be a little quieter." (Y/n) chuckled, pressing himself against the wall outside Blue base, holding a roll of heavy duty tape and a giant box of saran wrap in the bend of his elbow.

"Right, sorry." The other smiled, checking to make sure the megaphone was charged up.

How did they, a couple of B-list secret project Military Soldiers, get their hands on a megaphone you ask? Well,

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"Hey, uh, where did you say Sarge keeps that thing?" (Y/n) asks his boyfriend, watching him slowly turn his head towards the (shorter/taller) in confusion.

"Under Simmons' bunk..?"

"Cool, thanks!"
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Yeah, (Y/n) stole it from Simmons.

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Lopez helped him-

You may wonder what these two knucklehead brothers are doing so earlier in the morning.

I will be happy to tell you! They've decided to go around and prank a few of the others, the only three being off limits were Grif - due to (Y/n) not wanting to make his partner upset - and Agent Tex and Smithson.

Because those fuckers are terrifying.

Unfortunately, it was still dark out, and their hopes of not pranking the wrong Soldier were as crushed as their skulls were going to be.

Why? Just wait.

Michael and (Y/n) giggled like little kids to each other as they unrolled the plastic wrap, pulling it tight enough to not see it, but not so tight that wrinkles would appear, taping both sides down to the wall.

Finishing up pretty quickly, they turned on the megaphone, (Y/n) taking a deep breath and screaming through it;

"HOLY SHIT IT'S THE META! HE'S BACK AND HE'S GONNA KILL US ALL!"

The first one to get caught in the trap was Washington as it continued to wrap around him the more he struggled and spun to get it off. They thought they must've misheard him yell something about "not wanting to end up like Georgia."

Though he got caught, he didn't fall into the next one. Oh-ho-ho no, that was none other than Karter.

Karter Smithson.

The next trap in front was a trip through their teleporter.

Karter passed through it, coming out the other side of the canyon stuck inside a saran wrap tube.

(Y/n) spent all night on the thing with some of Lopez's help, it had honestly surprised the (e/c) eyed man when the stuck-on-Spanish-mode robot was so eager to assist in these shenanigans.

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When the olympic blue clad soldier popped out on the other side, he pulled out a knife, not bothering to look behind him when someone else had the misfortune of falling into this situation. He didn't need to - especially after hearing the familiar "why am I the only one this happens to!?" complaint.

Cutting through the wall of plastic wrap with ease, to say he was a little irritated was an understatement.

Was what the Caboose brothers had initially thought, until the taller approached them both.

"Which one of you came up with this one?" He asked.

(Y/n) pointed to his brother. Michael also pointed to himself as Smithson removed his helmet, some of his short blonde hair falling out of the small bun he had it in.

"Nice one, Caboose. Looks like ya got me good." He smiled softly as his blue eyes peered through the other's visor.

Tucker witnessed the whole thing, baffled.

He walked slowly up to the brothers, temporarily forgetting about his now black armor as he pointed towards the man who was now making his way back to the base.

"Did he just... not.. get mad?"

"Sure did. I think Smithson's got a soft spot for ya, Mikey!" The gold armored soldier smiled brightly underneath his helmet, slinging an arm around his (little/big) brother. ((You get to choose now bc I can't remember-))

"I think Smithson likes me," the blue Caboose loudly whispered, making (Y/n) chuckle in amusement while Tucker only facepalmed, quickly regretting it after the clang of armor against armor reminded him that facepalming is not a good idea.

"I think so too, buddy. I think so too. . ."

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"Shh, sh shh!" (Y/n) repeated the sound to his brother and his boyfriend as they held the somewhat cyborg against the ceiling - the man somehow still sleeping.

Rubbing the final piece of tape across his arm, running the ends so they'd meet the ceiling, their prank was finally finished.

And so, Simmons was taped to the ceiling. Right next to Donut.

The three of left the room and went about their day up until the two woke up.

Simmons shrieked in confusion and fear while Donut was only a little surprised.

"Huh, this is a lot more tape than I would have preferred!" Said the pink armored rookie.

"CABOOOOOOOOOOOOSE!!"

"What's up?" (Y/n) asked casually.

"Pfft, him." Grif replied, laughing along with his lover.

"WHAT IS ALL THIS!?" Simmons exclaimed, clearly irritated by the rude awakening.

"Chill out, it's just a prank. By bros, for bros." And so, the (h/c) haired man ended this oneshot by looking into the lens of the non-existant camera, as though his name was Jim Halpert.

The End.

Hope y'all enjoyed this perfect final piece to the flawless Picasso puzzle that is "Caboose: The Trilogy."

Have an EPIC day/night, and remember! Don't be afraid to submit your own request!

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