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Jonathan decided to egg the Whites house, one colorful spring morning on April the 1st.

It was rumored that, just underneath the first step on the front porch, lay a treasure trove of vintage goods that would fetch a good price.

He'd become top dog if he could snag it, or so his "brother" had told him.

A gang of Sinbads road up to their lawn and waited. The door opened and, Jonathan readied his white shelled bomb.

Out came his "brother" with a gaggle of highschool boys, squirt guns in hand.

They froze, he laughed.

"Gotcha' losers!"

"Retreat! Retreat"

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