"What ya workin' on there?" Fiddleford asked.

"You have your private, and possibly homicidal experiments, I have mine." Lee answered, not taking his eyes off of his paper.

"Here's a tip, if ya want people thinking you're crazy and leave you, make your experiments homicidal, you've got a girlfriend, don't ruin it." Fiddleford said, before going upstairs.

Lee gave an almost sinister grin. "Oh, I won't."

"Uh.. right..." Fiddleford backed out of the room once his friend started laughing evilly. He backed straight into Stanford. "Oh, sorry."

"No problem, glasses." He said, not really paying attention. "What's the little bro doing downstairs?"

"Something mischievous, for certain." Fiddleford said, a bit worriedly as he pushed up his mentioned glasses.

"Wanna check it out once he works till exhaustion?" Ford suggested.

Fidds smirked. "You act like I can say no."

That night the pair snuck downstairs, after Ford gave his brother decaffeinated coffee substitute.

Stanford laughed. "Since when is he into interior design?" He smirked.

Fiddleford laughed with him. "It looks a bit silly."

Stan took a pair of mittens out of his pocket. He slipped them on and rubbed them together. Fiddleford took a step back, assuming the worst. Stan touched the fabric and rubbed his mitten against it, making it flash wildly. "Ha! That nerd, making a static carpet. With April fools just around the corner, this... this was expected." He took his arms off, leaving a spark traveling around his hands. Stan noticed Fiddleford's wide eyes and grinned,

A loud, high pitched scream could be heard from the surface, Fiddleford cringed, holding his sides defensively. Stan laughed at the small man. "You dork."

Fiddleford glared at Stan. "I don't have a good past with those thingamajigs... Sparks."

Stan rolled his eyes and held out his hand. "Put 'er there." Fiddleford smiled and stupidly took his hand.

030

"Wh- Huh?" Stanley groaned, holding his head as he got up. He laughed at the two bodies holding each other on the floor. He got out his camera and snapped a photo. Film wasn't exactly cheap... but seeing his brother and co-worker like that was priceless. He knew blackmail was more his twin's thing, but it couldn't hurt to have it anyways.

Noticing his brother's shock mittens he laughed and went upstairs to get them some Advil or something. Maybe some breakfast too.