Kara's POV:

Today is the day godfather's coming back home. I couldn't wait to see him, it's been about a month or two since I had last seen him. He has been really busy with work but whenever I asked him about it, he brushes it off or changes the subject. I wonder what was so top secret that he couldn't even tell me what it was about. He always told me everything; whether it was business deals, taking on new clients, forming new alliances with companies or even when the business wasn't doing so well and he needed ideas to revamp his position in the market.

"Little one," I called, "do you want to come with me to pick up uncle Stef from the airport?"

"Yes mummy! I'll put on my shoes now." She replied excitedly. She had just learnt how to properly tie up her laces. You know, from the bunny ear, bunny ear song.

"Okay little one."

I grabbed all my belonging and headed out the the front door.

"Look mummy!" Brooke said with a huge smile on her face. "I did it! I did it!"

"That's amazing little one. Good job," I said, kissing her head. She was learning so fast.

We made our way to the car as I strapped her into her car seat, buckling myself safely in before taking off. Godfather always loved making a grand entrance, I wonder what he's going to do this time.

The last time he came home, it was hella dramatic alright. The front door slammed open and a group of men walked in and started singing, harmonising with each other.

"Sweet home Alabama

Where the skies are so blue

Sweet home Alabama

Lord, I'm coming home to you"

They made a 'v' formation, snapping their fingers to the beat as our whole family looked at them with confusion and utter bewilderment while Hannah crept slowly towards the kitchen closet, where she kept her bat for emergencies of course. But sometimes, I think she enjoys a little rough housing. How did she become a nurse, let alone a mid-wife? Aren't they supposed to be gentle and caring?

Anyways, the jazzy group of men continued singing.

"In Birmingham they love the Governor, boo, boo, boo

Now we all did what we could do

Now Watergate does not bother me

Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth"

Right at the end of the verse, they split, creating two equal lines, making a pathway and at the end of the line, Godfather stood there in all his glory. He was dressed in a classic 1700s penguin suit, lined with gold buttons and hefty shoulder pads. On his head sat a tall, sophisticated black top hat, complimenting his look. He winked at all of us, waving around the baton as he sang the chorus.

"Sweet home Alabama

Where the skies are so blue

Sweet home Alabama

Lord, I'm coming home to youuuuuu"

Our family clapped loudly, laughing at his antiques. Classic godfather move. He always had a knick for theatrics. He gave a deep bow, before rushing to all of us, crushing us in a giant group hug. What could he possible do to top that act off?

I drove pass security, nodding my head at the guard stationed at the entrance. Moving past them, I saw godfather's private jet, The Borgatti, roll along the tarmac, stopping in its place. I sped up, parking closer to the plane, jumping out of the car in excitement, helping Brooke as well.

"Where's uncle Stef mummy?" Brooke asked in anticipation.

"He should be coming soon little one," I replied, as we waited by side of the plane, looking up at the door where I assumed he would walk out from.

Not long after, the stairs of the plane were released, but no one came out. How strange. The next moment, a red carpet with golden ruffles were unleashed, cascading down like a waterfall. Trumpets were sounding as members of a marching band walked out, stationing themselves by the based of the stairs. Brooke and I giggled at the scene before us. How did he manage that?

Godfather stood at the edge of the plane's staircase with a red cloak, lined white ruffles and a crown that was dawned on his head, smiling down at us, like a king. The royal trumpet sounds were made, as he descended down the stairs, waving left and right to his invisible royal subjects.

"Do not fret my loyal subjects, I have returned," He said, faking a British accent.

Brooke and I ran up to him, meeting him in a group hug.

"Uncle stef, we missed you so so so much." Brooke screamed in his ear.

"I missed you too princess," He said, swinging her in the air as she giggled, before placing her on his hips.

"Snowflake, how have you been darling?" He asked, giving me a side hug and a kiss on the forehead.

"I'm good uncle Stef," I said, returning his hug, "how the hell did you pull that off?"

"A magician never reveals his tricks." He said, leading us back to the car.

We got back into the car, making our way home as uncle Stef told us the plan for our annual prank fest on the family. It was the perfect opportunity since everyone was coming together tonight, including Hannah, mum and dad. This was going to be very interesting alright.

Once we got home, we gathered around the table, making a plan.

"Okay team, everyone's coming around at 5pm so we've got less than three hours to pull off the greatest pranks in the world." Uncle Stef said, in a serious tone, "Ready? 1,2,3 break!"

Brooke was in charge of mixing the green dye into buckets and buckets of water, making sure it was all dissolved and ready to be used. I was in charged of emptying out the water tank we had in the backyard, that connected to the shower, redirecting the water to an alternate location. Finally godfather was in charge of creating a series of connected strings around the kitchen, creating a domino effect with the initiation being the fridge.

"UNCLE STEF!" I yelled, "I need your help over here. I can't reach the pipe."

"COMING!" He yelled back.

He helped me unplug the pipe from the current barrel of water, handling it to me as I fixed into another empty barrel. Wiping the sweat off my face, I stood back and admired my masterpiece.

"Perfect. I'm done with this," I said, "how you going?"

"I'm almost done. Just connected the slime on the top. So don't open the fridge, if not you'll get sli-"

"MUMMY! I'm getting a drink from the fridge." Brooke shouted.

Godfather and I looked at each other, our eyes widened, as we ran to the kitchen shouting, "BROOKEEEE! NO! NO!"

We were too late. By the time we got there, Brooke was covered in purple gooey slime. Gross. I winced at the slight, trying to keep my laughter in. My poor baby.

"Uncle Stef, I'm going to kill you," Brooke growled, narrowing her eyes at her godfather, as he crouched down, giving her an apologetic teasing look. She charged towards him, tackling him down in the process.

"Oof," Godfather said as he went down.

"Okay. That's enough everyone, we still have work to do. Go get in the shower Brooke." I said, recovering from my laughing fit.

I went back to pouring the green dye in the barrel in the backyard while uncle Stef got changed into less slimy clothes before reloading the bucket of slime.

"Brooke, I'm home." Hannah shouted in the house. Showtime.

I walked back into the house as I heard her saying hi to uncle Stef, giving him a big hug and kiss. Godfather was like a second father to Hannah and I, always doting on us and making sure we all set up for the future.

"I'm going to take a shower and I'll be right back." Hannah said, making her way to her room.

Godfather and I shared a knowing look as we snickered to ourselves. I got out some champagne glasses, filling them up with sparkling wine.

"Cheers." We said as I heard the shower turn on. I made sure to put enough clear water to avoid suspicion. A false sense of security, before unleashing the goodies.

"5,4,3,2...." I cackled.

"AHHHH.....ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!" I heard Hannah yell from her room as godfather and I burst out laughing, rolling around the ground uncontrollably.

Hannah came out in a towel, her head and shoulders covered in green dye making her look like the grinch who stole Christmas.

"You guys are sooo dead. Mark my words." Her voice darkened as she seethed, making godfather hide behind my small figure. Whimp.

"But I have to admit, it was very very clever. Hats off to the mastermind." She said, before sprinkling some green dye on us, walking off.

"I'm using your bathroom chica and you guys better wait for me before you pull off your next prank, assuming from past experiences, you're not even close to being done."

I could hear Brooke giggling from the hallway as Hannah walked by.

"You little squirt," Hannah said accusingly, ruffling her wet hair before walking off.

Dingg Dongg

"Brooke, go answer the door and distract your grandma and grandpa for a little while," Godfather whispered to her.

Brooke did as she was told, opening the front door with a big smile on her face, dragging them to the living room, telling them all about her new television show that she was totally obsessed with. Godfather went to check on his masterpiece, making sure everything was in order while I went to my room to tell Hannah to get her butt out of the shower.

"Give me 1-fucking- minute chica," Hannah screeched as I banged my fist on the door.

"Fucking hell now I've got soap in my eyes," She yelled, "fucking hell."

She came out of the bathroom all dressed with a towel wrapped around her wet hair. Her skin had a slight tint of green that shone off her body. I snickered internally, not wanting her to go all ape shit on me. She used a towel to dab her burning eyes, glaring at me.

"This is all your fucking fault," she sneered in a petty manner, "come on now, don't just stand there, time to see some action."

We walked back into the living room where everyone was gathered, seeing Godfather getting reacquainted with my parents. Godfather winked at me, giving me the signal to continue as my parents' back were turned against me.

"Okay everyone, time for dinner," I said, "take your seats."

"Mum, dad can you help me get the coleslaw and the drinks from the fridge please," I asked innocently as I kept myself busy getting out the main dishes.

"Sure sweetie," my mum said as she headed towards the fridge with my dad in tow.

Everyone was anticipating the prank to occur right at the very moment she opened the fridge but nothing happened. I looked towards godfather, panic swimming in my eyes. He gestured to pull the string at the side of the fridge. Ah, that must be the plan B. Smart man.

As my parents were busy getting the goodies out from the fridge, I yanked the string down hard, causing the purple gooey slime to be dunked all over their body. Bullseye.

"HOLY COW!" My mother yelled as the cold sticky fluid crashed onto her body.

"MOTHER FISHING CHRIST!" My father yipped, managing to not swear as he cussed out in shock.

A barrel of laughter was heard throughout the dinning room, with everyone laughing their butts off except my soaked parents of course. Boy were they furious. However, that didn't last long. They ended up joining in the rest the us, offering big hugs as we avoided them like the plague, running away as far as we could.

I loved it when we were all finally together. This was the type of family bond that I never want to ever lose. Family. Forever and always.

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