Alyson Van Horne was lying down in her room, staring at the ceiling. The woren still remembered the pain from the wedgie that David had given her earlier. Alyson knew that they had one upped her, and was bent on getting them back.

The problem at hand... How do I get them back??? The white furred woren sighed lightly before she turned her attention to her well worn battle staff. I could scare the hell out of them... but where's the originality in that?

Immediately, Alyson's eyes wandered over to her trunk... Her "special" trunk. With a mischievous grin, the white furred woren sat up on her bed and looked at the trunk longingly. Inside of that special trunk is where Alyson kept all of the things that she would need to pull off various pranks.

That's how... I can get them back at lunch on Monday... and if I'm lucky... I may even have time to find that guy I saw in the park today!!!

Alyson leapt off of her bed and walked to her trunk. She casually walked over to her trunk and popped it open. The woren pulled the lid open and leaned forward to look inside as her tail lashed about happily.

Lessee... Hmm... Whoopee Cushions... nah... too obvious... Squirting flowers? Nah... Stink bombs? I'm saving those for later in the year... wait... I know! All I need are these... Hmm... long lasting, super sticky, clear gag glue... Some heavy duty staples... and a mallet...

The white furred woren pulled the items from her trunk and began to giggle insanely. "This is perfect! Those two won't know what hit them!!!"

Alyson took a seat at her desk and pulled out a notebook so that she could begin to write out her battle plans.

"If this is going to work..." the woren said as she tapped her pen on the edge of her desk. "I'm going to have to be the first one to the cafeteria food court... I'll also have to work quickly... It's good that I've got open study right before lunch..."

Alyson drew up a quick sketch of the cafeteria court and marked the table and seats that Chad and David usually sat at.

"Okay... Victims A and B usually sit here during lunch... All I have to do is hammer the staples up into their seats... and paint a layer of the glue on there as well..." The woren said to herself as she wrote out her battle strategies. "The staples should hold them to their seats while the gag glue sets..."

Finally, Alyson finished up with her plans for revenge and glanced over them once more.

"Good... great!!! Those two won't know what hit them! I'd like to see how they'd be able to get out of their seats without ripping their pants..." Alyson said before breaking out into laughter.

"You know... sometimes it's so easy... I'm ashamed of myself..." The woren said as she readied everything she'd need for Monday.

Alyson flopped back onto her bed and began to read a book. "Well... I'm not really ashamed..." The woren continued to read and chuckled to herself lightly as she imagined the two WINGS members struggling to free themselves from their table.

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