Disclaimer: I said this before but it's been a while so what the heck.  What's
Marvel's is Marvel's. The plot is mine. If you have previous parts of this
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What has gone before: Bobby, Illyana and Amara started a practical joke war
with Dani. Doug joined the three conspirators, and there was a pie/food
balloon fight. Dani won, and the others have vowed to get even.

Chapter 5

        Illyana grinned ferally as she appeared in the rec room doorway. 
"C'mon, guys, Dani's in the shower, and she won't be out for a while. Trust me. 
Time to raid her room. Object: ancient, dreaded, sleepover-style pranks."
        Doug grinned an evil grin. "I can think of quite a few of those.
What are we going to do to her? Something horrifying, I hope!"
        Illyana laughed. "You betcha! Follow me."
        Bobby scowled at her. "Who died and left you in charge?"
        She smiled sweetly at him. "I'm just a natural leader. Now move it!"
        Once upstairs, the kids entered Dani's room with the skill of
professional criminals (you know the ones in "Home Alone"?).
        "Bobby," Illyana said, "since you distracted Dani for us earlier,
you get an especially fun job now."
        "Yeah, well," Bobby muttered, "this better be good."
        "It is, oh, it is," she assured him. "You, my friend, get to take every 
last article of clothing and put it in the big chest freezer in the basement."
        Bobby's grin stretched straight up to his ears. "Good, now I can check
something out." He rummaged in a pile of clothes on the floor, and held up--
a padded bra. "I _knew_ it," he informed his audience. "There is _no way_
she wears 36C." (1)
        Through her giggles, Illyana continued her with her plan. "Okay, kids, 
ask yourselves: 'What would upset Dani more than anything else we could do?'"
        Doug frowned thoughtfully. "Uh, maybe painting Brightwind in rainbow
pastel stripes?"
        "Good idea, but not what I had in mind. No, I was thinking that maybe we 
should do Dani a little..._favor._  Let's clean her room for her. All the stuff 
that's in this room goes in trash bags which will be placed where she won't think 
to look. Like Edgar Allen Poe's 'Purloined Letter'-- the prize that's sought, but
never found, because it is lying in plain sight, where no one thinks to look.
In this case, Magneto's bedroom.
                "Why Magneto's room?" Amara asked. "Why would she not think
to look there?"
        Illyana grinned. "Because he doesn't trust us. He locks his room when 
he goes out. So come on, guys. Berto, get those clothes out of here. Amy, you
strip the bed, Doug and I'll clear off the floor.

(1): Many many many thanks to Samy for pointing out my error in the earlier
chapter when Dani said she wore a 36C.

And if you recognized the reference to "Purloined Letter" (a direct quote of
Dani's from issue 48), then you probably have too much time on your hands.
I know I do!