Michael was still very surprised at how I was able to prank him in bed, so he decided to get me back.

He and Macaulay Culkin thought long and hard about how they were going to do it.

"What about if we pretend that someone broke in and killed her cat"?

Macaulay asked, and Michael thought it was a great idea.

"But how can we make it look like somebody broke in and hurt her cat? She won't even stay still long enough for us to do the prank".

Then, Michael had an idea.

He and Macaulay decided to make a huge mess in the entire house and then another close friend of Michael's said that they could borrow their niece's tortishell cat plushie.

They used some fake blood to cover the cat plush and make it look like that someone had attacked Cinnamon.

Luckily, my cat was taking a nap on Michael's favorite sofa.

So, they had enough time to set everything up before I returned home from running some errands.

I had also brought home some KFC, which was Michael's most favorite fast food.

"Michael, I'm home"!

I called out cheerfully, taking off my coat and sunglasses.

I put the KFC food in the refrigerator so that it would stay fresh because it wasn't supper time yet.

"Michael, are you here"?

The two of them were hiding somewhere in the house.

"Oh my fu (bleep!) king god"!

I was horrified to find the entire house (except the kitchen) a complete mess.

"Oooooooo-ooooooooo....

Michael exclaimed, pretending be dissappointed with my potty mouth.

Though, he still didn't like it when me or somebody else used profanity.

Macaulay Culkin and his friend snickered quietly.

Then, Michael and Macaulay ran to me, playing make believe that they had just returned to the house.

"Somebody has broken in our house"!

I ran to the bathroom to see if the "intruder" had left any messages written on the mirror like what happened in horror movies.

Nothing here.

Just another huge mess.

"I'm gonna check the security footage"!

I said to the guys, and grabbed my coat and sunglasses as I ran out the door.

Michael instantly became terrified.

"Oh no..."

Security cameras had been installed so that no one tried to break with a gun while Michael and y/n were sleeping at night in their bedroom.

The prank had completely backfired on them.

Macaulay heard me coming back inside and needless to say, I didn't look happy.

"Michael Joseph Jackson! What in God's name is wrong with you"?!

I scolded.

Michael looked like a child that had been sent to the principal's office at school.

"W-we were trying to prank you because ...y-you know? The slime prank that you pulled on me yesterday morning"?

I then felt less mad and more dumb.

"I understand that...but you—WHY THE H (bleep!) IS THERE A CAT LYING ON THE FLOOR COVERED IN BLOOD"?!

Poor Michael had also forgotten about the fake dead cat prank.

Michael and I had to spend the rest of the day cleaning up the gigantic mess that had been made.

He felt ashamed of himself, and more disappointed at the fact that he and Mac had failed at getting his revenge on me.

"Michael...I'm really sorry that I yelled at you. But next time, don't make the prank look so scary, because if someone else had actually broken in the house, we would both be in serious danger".

I said to the singer.

"It's okay sweet heart. You have every right to be mad at me and I should've just did a super soaker squirt gun with you instead".

We both gave each other a sexy and loving kiss, and shook hands and made up.

After we were finally done cleaning up the mess, it was really late at night and we went to bed after we ate the KFC that I had brought home for supper.