Yodaphone! The culmination of pranking!

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The finale to Layla's grand phone prank, she tests the 'additions' to Kyle's phone, and they are successful. It's just too bad Layla runs off before she can see Kyle laughing his ass off. Also featuring Suspiciously Innocent Sarah Vale and Instigator Of Mayhem and Video Recordings Artie Maddicks.



Kyle had gotten his phone back from Sarah last night but Layla had been careful to turn the bluetooth on her phone off so she wouldn't give the sabotage away too quickly. The plan was to wait for him to turn up in the kitchen today after he got back from classes. She didn't need an exact time so much as an estimate. It was Kyle, according to just about everyone he always showed up in the kitchen sooner or later. The plan was for Layla to remain out of sight so she could set his phone off without realizing she was around. If he only saw Artie, who was conveniently reading something while eating at the table, then he wouldn't put things together as quickly. Layla had Sarah on stand by to come in after the phone started going off. She was the back up videographer in case Artie failed.

Kyle was muttering something about 'food food food' to himself as he came into the kitchen, and ignored Artie beyond a cursory greeting nod-and-grunt. Not so much out of dislike, but because the guy had been prickly lately and it was easier to wait and see what kind of mood he was in before saying anything. He made a beeline for one of the baskets of fruit that were generally always around, and grabbed an orange, taking it over to the sink to peel with his claws.

Layla was on the porch outside watching through a window. It was hard to see inside while trying to stay out of sight and while there were some convenient bushes out here they also inconveniently weren't tall enough. You'd think the bushes could be more respectful of people's needs to spy or something. It was okay, though, she had found a compromise. Layla held up a compact mirror and used it to peer through the window to watch Kyle doing something at the sink. Score! She fished her phone out of her pocket and started going through the screens until she hit the bluetooth one. She wanted to wait a little longer. Maybe when he was about to leave or going to eat whatever he was trying to dismember in there.

Kyle washed the orange, and then poked through the peel with the claw on his thumb and began stripping it off, flicking the peel into a plastic bin marked "compost". It only took a few seconds before he had a neatly peeled and sectioned orange, and then he washed his hands - sticky orange juice under claws was not cool.

Figuring patience wasn't always a virtue she possessed and he was well into whatever he was doing, Layla turned her phone's bluetooth on. It started searching out compatible devices and when it linked up with Kyle's the song started instantaneously. "I met him in a swamp down in Dagobah. Where it bubbles all the time like a giant carbonated soda. S-O-D-A, soda..."

Artie looked up from his magazine the moment he heard the song and pulled his other hand out from under the table, camera up and recording and grinned broadly.

The sound Kyle made was a ... well, parrots made that kind of noise usually, not people, and as he frantically dug around in his pocket for the noisy and buzzing and -singing- phone, he also dropped half his orange on the ground, resulting in not only squawking but swearing unbecoming someone who was soon to be teaching. "The fuck is going on?" He dumped the phone out of his pocket, onto the counter and watched as the little dancing Yoda with Kyle's face pasted on appeared on the screen.

Outside, Layla slapped a hand over her mouth as she started to giggle. She knew Kyle had awesome hearing and she didn't want to risk him being able to hear her out there on the patio. She watched his reflection in her mirror as he stared at the phone. Layla didn't know about the dancing Yoda so she wasn't exactly sure why he was staring aside from pure confusion over the whole thing maybe.

Sarah walked into the kitchen at that moment, fulfilling her role as the back up video person but it looked like Artie was taking care of it. She walked over towards the fridge to get some juice and smiled at those in the kitchen. "Hey guys." She opened one of the cupboards and took down a glass, looking over at the noisy phone that Kyle was currently watching.

After a few failed attempts to shut off his phone and Kyle gave up and shoved it, still singing, into his pocket. "Okay, one sneaky brat, one computer techie girl... where's Layla?" He looked around the kitchen, and sniffed a few times. "Come on, I can smell you, and it was either you or Ramsey and he doesn't smell like a girl."

"Shit!" she swore under her breath when he sniffed her out. Layla knew that was going to bite her in the ass. But did she cop to it? Nooooo, of course not! She ducked down further and went scrambling away from the doors to the patio. She needed a clean escape but there was a lot of stuff around that could tip over or go wrong. There was the escape that landed the potted plant on her head or the one that knocked over all the metal framed lawn chairs and caused insane levels of noise and then there was maybe one escape that let her out of here without making much sound. Layla definitely needed that one. Her foot managed to skip a squeaky board on the patio, she just barely twisted right to worm her way between two chairs and she got under the railing with enough clearance to not rattle the potted plant on the upper rail. And who was dumb enough to put a pot there anyway? Once she was clear she took off running, one foot shifting slightly to barely miss a loose stone and the other managing to land fully on the grass rather than partly on the cement which would have sprained her ankle and stopped her dead.

Artie held up one hand, looking confused. "why do u need lay? what, u think she did this?" he asked, before replacing the text with an image of Wade and Bobby having a beer, followed by one of the aftermath of one of Bobby's old practical jokes. "why not them? everyone knows they're psychotic." "Dude, please. I know what both of them smell like and they haven't been in here for at least an hour. Layla's been real close -and- she's the only one who calls me Fake Yoda." Kyle explained. "Sides, neither of them could've gotten into my phone and somebody in here.." He looked at Sarah, but he was grinning. "'Found' it after I thought I left it somewhere dumb. So fess up, who stole my phone?"

"She calls you Fake Yoda?" Sarah blinked and gave him the best I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about stare, which was partly true because she thought it was Puppet Yoda or something. She shrugged at Kyle. "I didn't steal it, I was the one who gave it back to you." All of which was true, so she wasn't lying, technically.

"She calls me something Yoda." Kyle said. "Well, it hadda be someone because it went missing and then suspiciously now it's singing to me." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, it's not like I'm mad, it's freaking hilarious, but I wanna know who I should put on my list of people who get tossed into the pool once the weather's warm."

Sarah's eyes went a bit wide at the mention of being tossed into the pool. Before she could plead that she couldn't swim, Kyle's phone went silent. "Maybe it was a virus or something?" There were all kinds of things like that out there, it was completely plausible! Who knew where his phone had been, after all? She broke out her best Yoda voice, which actually wasn't that good, sadly. "Your phone, sick it may be, hmmm? A virus it has caught?" Layla would have been proud.

"You know that when you lie, your heart beats faster, right?" Kyle said, cracking a grin. "Ramsey told me that, Logan confirmed it. Happens to everyone. Guys, seriously, I'm not mad, chill. Somebody go find Layla, tell her I'm laughing my ass off, and just let me know what you guys did and if i can turn it off if I have to."

Artie nodded. "kk," he said, grinning and pulled out his phone. "kyle says hell kill u. better run," he texted.

"WHAT?" was the entirety of the returning text. Layla stopped dead around the skate ramp and stared at her phone wide-eyed. "Seriously?" read the next text to Artie.

"y. he'll kill u with ur spleen. cut it open + ull bleed to death," Artie replied, copying the screen on his phone so that Kyle could see the message.

"Fucker." Kyle growled, and since his phone had finally -finally- stopped singing to him, he pulled it out and began painstakingly tapping out a text message. Claws did not make for speedy texting. "Artie's full of shit, laughing my ass off here." was all it said.

Now out by the skate ramp, Layla hopped up on the deck and sat down. She typed out to both Kyle and Artie: "You're both fucking high, aren't you? Go sleep it off."

"this is u love us" Artie texted back and grinned at Kyle. "im offski, dude." He held up an image of Doug watching a video of Kyle reacting and then one of Doug paying Layla before Layla gave him his cut. "important things to do."

Sarah watched Artie's display and figured it was a good time for her to make an exit as well. "Yeah, me too, I've got stuff waiting. In my room." She thumbed in that general direction and then made a beeline for it. While leaving she reached into her pocket for her phone, clutching it tightly and using her powers to make it text Layla as she scuttled away, just saying 'omg!' as her message.

Kyle watched Artie run off, and then Sarah and then sat down, put his head on the table and sighed. He'd been defeated, clearly, and out-pranked, and there would be revenge, as soon as he came up with something. So Someday. Eventually. Maybe in 2013,