That morning, the twins went down the hill and up the street to the heart of Rangoun. There they began their search for groceries and sparklers.
"Why didn't you get the groceries the day before yesterday?" asked Nicholas.
"Because," said Lucille impatiently.
"Because why?" asked Nicholas. He loved to be annoying.
"Because," said Lucille sweetly, "I didn't."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Yes, it does. You're just too stupid to understand." Nicholas poked her. Lucille smacked him in the back of the head so hard his brain frazzled.
"What were we talking about?" he asked.
"The square route of China," answered Lucille absent mindedly as they walked up to an ATM. They quickly got $150 and walked away. Years ago, their parents had transfered the family fortune into a bank. Luckily they had left it all just as suddenly as they "left" Rangoun. The twins continued to Muller's Grocer. "As the oldest, I hereby delegate to you, the better chef, the task of getting whatever food we'll need this week," she said as they walked in.
"And you'll get. . . ?" He didn't want to end up getting everything.
"The sparklers and other non-food stuff. You're also in charge of the cart."
"Oh, goody." He grinned malevolently. Being in charge of the cart meant that with said cart, you could do whatever you wanted such as knocking over shelves. They separated, Lucille going to the left, and Nicholas going to the right.
Nicholas got the cart and swerved in the vague direction of eggs. Getting two dozen, he then continued on to the meat. "Hmm. . ." What did he want to cook this week? He decided on chicken, hamburger meat, ham, steak. Then he ambled over to the vegetables. Deciding on green beans and corn-on-the-cob, he continued to get some yellow and white rice, cream of mushroom soup, noodles, bread, cheese, and some steak sauce. At this point, Lucille walked up to him, carrying 5 boxes of sparklers, a package of toilet paper, paper towels, and some napkins.
"You got everything?" asked Lucille.
"Yep. And you?"
"Yep." They proceeded to the checkout lines. When they got to the front, they found that talkative Mr. Muller was at the cash register.
"Hello. What sort of mischief do you two have planned for tonight?" he asked eagerly, bagging their groceries.
"Whatever do you mean?" asked Lucille. The twins' faces were as blank as a sheet of paper.
"Come on. You can tell me," said Mr. Muller. "I like the pranks you two pull off. I think they're funny."
The twins continued to just look at him.
"I won't tell anyone. I promise." He was starting to whine.
"Well," whispered Lucille, looking around. "We're planning not to do anything this year."
"What?" Mr. Muller looked stunned.
"We figure that nobody will suspect it," she continued. She was a practiced liar.
"Oh." Mr. Muller looked dismal. "Okay, then." He finished bagging their groceries. "Have a nice day." The twins walked back outside, continuing down the street and up the hill.
"I wish we could have told him," said Nicholas sadly.
"Nicholas, you know just as well as I that if somebody knew what we were going to do before we did it, it would take all the fun out of it." Lucille had told her brother this several times. Nicholas sighed. Lucille rolled her eyes. Her brother could be SO pathetic sometimes.
~*~Later That Night~*~
"I wish it would have gotten dark faster," complained Lucille. "Then we could begin our fun a lot sooner."
"Not really, because it would take you that much longer to get ready to go!" Nicholas had burst her bubble earlier by telling her that they were going to wear their all black everyday clothes instead of the dress she had planned on. He had convinced her only by telling her that everyone would be a lot more scared if they saw dancing lights than if they saw kids dancing with sparklers.
Lucille restrained herself from hitting him. She knew that if they got into a fight, they would never leave.
"Are you sure it's dark enough?"
"Of COURSE, I'm sure. Would I be going out if it wasn't?"
"Okay then. Come on," she said lighting their sparklers as they began dancing down the hill. "Whee!" She twirled and almost fell down, but luckily regained her balance.
"Hurry up! I want to see the whole town before morning." Nicholas was always impatient during their pranks until he saw the reaction.
"Which makes you lucky that we live in a small town." She howled like a wolf.
"What are you doing?"
"Striking fear into the hearts of our enemies," she laughed. "Come on, it's fun."
Nicholas howled. Thus they continued all throughout the town until they reached the Rangoun Public Cemetary. There they lingered and began to moan like ghosts. They continued like that all the way back through the town and up the hill.
When they got home, they laughed over their fun and discussed new pranks they could play on the unsuspecting citizens of Rangoun.