Pranked and Re-pranked

All good things must come to an end...Alex and I are still trading pranks. After I helped him clean his room (see previous post), he decided the bathroom needed a tidying. Before I explain what he did, I would just like to highlight my parents participation in all this. At first it was tact consent, no one telling me I couldn't take everything out of Alex's room, and everyone having a laugh, but then Dad helped Alex come up with an idea, and then Mom gave me another idea. I'm enjoying my parents having fun, but also a little nervous. I think they are holding back, and could do all kinds of things to me and Alex, if they wanted to. So Alex loved the idea Dad gave him, and waited until I was taking a shower. Mom came in to talk about some trivial detail (which she claims was merely coincidental), and Alex snuck in, cleared everything he could get his hands on out, and left. I get out of shower, feel for my towel, which should have been sitting on the sink. No towel. Perhaps it fell down, so I feel on the ground. No towel. Odd, didn't feel like there was a bathmat either. No bathmat, no towels anywhere. The laundry hamper, the entry rug, it was all gone. So I had to walk down the hallway, which was suspiciously darkened, to get myself another towel. Suddenly the lights are flashed on, and Alex is laughing and clapping with delight.

Naturally, this could not be tolerated without revenge. So.....after waiting 3 days, which was almost too much for me to bear, Alex finally left, and I was at home, alone. Its really not that hard to pull the hinges out of a door. I had a harder time, once it was off the hinges, getting it out of the doorway and into the bathroom, where it would wait for Al to return home. I was sitting in my chair, much like I am now, and I heard him, down the hall. "Where's my door?!?" He came storming in, stood over me, almost menacingly. It would have been scary, but I was laughing so hard. I helped him put it back on, and listened to his repeated commands to not take any of his things, and the reiterations of how not funny this was.

I knew Alex was going to get me back. I just wasn't sure how good it was going to be. Sometimes his jokes hurt, and sometimes they just aren't funny. This was painless, smooth, and funny. Friday afternoon, I came home, and set my backpack down in the living room. Saturday morning, I wondered where my bag was. Oh well, I didn't need it. Saturday afternoon, my bag isn't in my room, the car, or the living room. Saturday night, perhaps I should ask my family if they know where my bag is. Mandy, Nick, Mom and Dad, all don't know. I walk into Alex's room, ask him, and he gets this gleeful look on his face. I realized I had been gotten, and I had just made his day. It was good. Now the burden lies on me. Any ideas? I need to get this kid, and it needs to be fresh, funny, and smart.
That's all for tonight! Its been a long week, and I'll have an update eventually.
For now, enjoy the Christmas season!