'DIG!' Cub yelled, falling to the ground, clawing at the sand. 'EVERYONE DIG!'

'ON IT!' Joel drove a shovel into the beach, to a scream from Grian.

'DON'T HURT SCAR!' He yelled. 

'I don't want my legs hit with a shovel!' Wailed back Scar as Grian threw the shovel aside. Cub grabbed it, using it in a far safer way.

'Scar, you need to try and move... it might break the sand above you.'

'How deep am I buried?!'

'Deeper than was perhaps sensible... but it'll all be ok. I promise.'

The process of removing the sand from the hole proved a lot slower than first time with worry of accidentally attacking Scar with a shovel added. But after a few minutes of frantic digging, Scar freed an arm from the sand that Cub grabbed, trying to pull his friend free. Away from that chaos, Joe and Ren were packing up their stuff to stop it getting lost to the rising water. As Scar's second hand was freed and taken by Doc, Cub's attempts to free Scar became successful, dragging him until sitting up and loosening the sand enough for him to — still assisted — stand. 

'Careful!' Cub held Scar balanced as he wobbled with the vertigo of sudden height change. 'Are you alright?' A nod.

'Then let's get back home...' Grian paused, glancing at Scar's hair, close in colour to his own 'And take half the beach with us.' 

It took 45 minutes for Scar to de-sand himself in the shower. Or until he stopped it upon hearing shouting outside.

'...How MY SUITCASE ended up in YOUR ROOM, Grian!'

'Pearl! I didn't do anything! Why would I do that?!'

'I mean... I'm missing my suitcase as well.' Skizz's voice joined the fray. 'Someone's swapped them all around!'

'Why does my bloody suitcase have 'PROPERTY OF CUBFAN135' on it now?!'

'That... probably explains why mine says Skizzleman.' Then Cub, adding a confused laugh.

It was then that Scar remembered that Cub himself had switched them all around, unable to fight a giggle as he dried his hair enough to stop dripping, tying a towel around his waist before leaving the room to find his clothes.

'The bathroom's free now!' He declared unhelpfully, letting a whole waft of steam out. 

'SCAR PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!' Grian yelled as the half-naked Scar appeared. Cub whistled.

'Holy smokes... No wonder there's a lot of steam...' Scar burst out laughing at Cub's comment before running off to increase decency. Focus returned to the suitcases.

'Skizz, here's yours.' Cub handed over the suitcase he was holding to Skizz, who accepted it.

For 5 seconds.

'That... isn't my bag.' He realised. 'It says Skizzle on it, but it isn't mine.'

'What?' Cub, who knew exactly what was going on, feigned confusion. 'That's... weird...'

'Someone's definitely come and swapped all our bags around intentionally.' Grian figured. 

'Wait- that's MY bag!' Joel grabbed the bag Cub'd put Skizz's name on, returning Cub's to its rightful owner. Except it still wasn't his; it was Grian's in disguise. 'Who's got mine?'

'Well, this is definitely mine.' Pearl took the one Grian had ended up with. 'Grian, Skizz, you're still missing yours?' Both nodded. 'But who'd take people's suitcases?!'

'Weird way to prank someone...' Agreed Joel. Cub nodded in mock agreement. 

'Yeah... it feels like the kind of thing Scar might do. I mean, he was here alone yesterday.'

'He was on the sofa that whole day as well.'

'He wasn't the only person home.'

All attention immediately turned to Cub.

'What? Me?! Never...'

'Cub, we know it was you... right... SCAR?'

'HANG ON I'VE LOST MY TROUSERS!' 

'DID CUB SWITCH THE SUITCASES AROUND?'

'NO!'

'ARE YOU SURE?'

'YES!' But there was a clear stifled laugh. Everyone turned back to Cub... or where Cub should've been.

He'd disappeared.

'Oh for GOODNESS SAKES CUB!' Joel raged. 'You bloody- CUB!'

He ran off to look as Cub, who'd snuck downstairs as they were questioning Scar, slipped into the pizza arguments in the kitchen. 

'Why would we put pineapple on it?!' Bdubs snarled for the 5 time. 'No one likes pineapple!'

'Pizza toppings?' Cub guessed.

'Hey dude!' We're discussing whether pineapple pizza is the best thing ever or if only Herobrine should eat it.' Explained Ren.

'Could we just put on the side as an option and add it to pizzas if we want.' He suggested. After a moment, Bdubs begrudgingly agreed.

'As long as the pineapple isn't mine-apple I'm fine.' Martyn crossed his arms.

'Dudes, it's not that bad, surely!'

'I know Scar HATES it.' Added Cub. 'Wait, can we force Scar to eat pineapple pizza?'

'Hasn't he suffered enough this week?' Martyn grimaced. 'Surely he's the last person we should be bullying.'

'Yeah... but it's Scar.' Cub justified. With a laugh, Ren grabbed the tinned pineapple from where Bdubs had thrown it in the corner and continued preparing for the pizzas.

It wasn't long later than everyone gathered in the dining room. Cub had returned the suitcases to their correct owners by this point and the prank had been laughed off. Skizz had forgiven and apologised to Tango multiple times, who accepted, but refused to apologise back. Scar was one of the last in, having been sleeping in his room, not noticing Cub hiding behind his chair as he sat down.

'GRIAN GO!' Scar let out a little scream of surprise at Cub's hug, restraining him. Grian brought over the pineapple pizza with a grin. Scar's eyes widened.

'Look, Scar. It's your favourite...' 

'No! Don't you dare! Not the pineapple! NOT THE PINEAPPLE!' Cub laughed, still trapping his friend with the hug. Even as Scar continued to struggle, Grian forced the pineapple pizza into his mouth, forcing him to eat it.

'Have we managed to change your mind?' Cub smirked, releasing Scar. Silence as his friend painfully swallowed.

'I will break a single piece of redstone on Total Chaos and force you to search the entire thing to find it.' Cub started laughing again.

'I'm sorry, man. I just had to.' Cub grabbed his own slice of pineapple pizza, eating. Scar continued scowling at him through a stifled laugh at the prank as the dinner continued. The evening was finished off, to appease Scar's continued mock-fury, by binging the entirety of the Mandolorian and then heading to bed, Grian warning that they'd set off early the next morning.

He wasn't wrong: by 9AM the next morning, the exhausted but cheerful group left the house, Scar last as he lugged along the last of his infinite stuff. Grian paused, smiling.

'Farewell, holiday... at least you ended up alright in the end.'

'Who knows? Maybe we'll even come back next year.' Cub considered. A variety of nods and less-cheerful sounds followed. Scar only gave a small laugh.

Silence.

'Scar...? What did you do?' Grian turned slowly, suspicion rising. Scar was only focused on the house and the flickering light inside.

'I didn't MEAN to...' was his only excuse.

'You didn't mean to-' Grian stopped. Looked between the house, and Scar, who was struggling not to let out another awkward laugh.

And realised.

'Wait, is the house on fire?!'

The end!

This was very chaotic and fun to write. And, yes, a lot of the (more minor) chaos in it came directly personal/family experience of holidays.