It started as just another ordinary night in the Giggle Novelties warehouse. The shelves were stacked with prank items, gag gifts, and enough fart machines to disrupt a funeral procession. The motion sensors were armed. The lights dimmed. The place was quiet.
Too quiet.
Little did the staff know, the perfect storm was brewing—static electricity, a power surge, and a poorly secured shelf of Possum-Flavored Candy. At exactly 2:13 a.m., something… changed.
Chapter 1: The Awakening
In the far back corner of the warehouse, a lonely Fart Machine shuddered to life with an ominous "BLAAARRP." The sound echoed off the walls like a flatulent banshee.
Suddenly, lights flickered. A box of Fake Lotto Tickets flung itself open, scattering across the floor like they were trying to escape. From above, a package of Fake Parking Tickets fluttered down, as if issuing citations to the rest of the mayhem.
And then came the candy.
The Possum-Flavored Candy, heretofore just a novelty dare, began to ooze from its wrappers. One blob slithered across the concrete like it had unfinished business. It let out a faint possummy growl (if such a thing exists) and began climbing a crate of novelty signs.
Chapter 2: Warehouse of Woe
Security footage would later show the chaos unfold like a horror comedy written by a man with too much sugar and not enough supervision.
A stack of Whoopee Cushions inflated and self-detonated in synchronized rhythm—like the world's worst marching band.
A bin of Mini Wind-Up Teeth clicked into action, forming a mechanical army that patrolled the aisles with unblinking determination.
Even the Bloody Toilet Paper Roll joined in, howling every time it unrolled an inch.
Worst of all? A single Fake Snake in a Can launched itself off a dusty shelf and lodged into a ceiling tile, like a prank cobra guarding its throne.
By 3 a.m., the warehouse wasn’t a storage facility—it was a full-blown prank apocalypse.
Chapter 3: The Morning Crew Arrives
When the first employee, Kevin, clocked in at 6:05 a.m., he noticed something...off.
The motion sensors had been tripped 173 times.
The breakroom microwave was filled with Possum Candy.
And most unsettling of all—his car had a Fake Parking Ticket on it… despite being inside the fenced lot.
As Kevin walked in, the Fart Machine under the front desk let out a defiant raspberry. Kevin paused, narrowed his eyes, and said,
"Okay. Who didn’t unplug the novelty shelf again?"
One by one, employees arrived to find the warehouse in disarray:
Candy smeared across the floors.
Whoopee cushions stacked like sandbags.
A Fake Lotto Ticket taped to every locker, all reading “YOU’RE A WINNER!” followed by the tiny fine print: “Just kidding.”
They quickly realized: the products had come to life… and they had attitude.
Chapter 4: Containment
It took three hours, six brooms, two rolls of duct tape, and one employee braver than the rest to corner the Possum Candy Blob and trap it in an empty lunch cooler. The Fart Machine was neutralized with a swift unplug. The wind-up teeth were gathered like wild animals and returned to their plastic enclosures—though one still clicks ominously when you walk past it.
No one ever figured out why the products turned against their creators. Was it a freak electrical event? A prank gone too far? Some sort of divine retribution for decades of novelty abuse?
Or maybe… just maybe… they got tired of being the joke.
Epilogue: They’re Waiting…
Since that night, things have returned mostly to normal at Giggle Novelties. Mostly.
Occasionally, someone finds a Fake Parking Ticket on their dashboard. Or opens a drawer to discover a single piece of Possum-Flavored Candy staring back. The Fart Machine still blurts out at random—despite being stored without batteries.
And if you listen closely… you might just hear a faint, high-pitched “click click click” from the back shelf, where the wind-up teeth sleep. Or plot.
Want to See What Survived?
If you’re brave (or just have a wicked sense of humor), check out the infamous products behind this prank uprising:
And don’t forget… the Giggle Challenge is still open.
If you’ve got a prank tale that rivals this prankpocalypse, we want to hear it. Submit your best (or worst) prank story and you could be featured in our next blog post—assuming the products behave long enough for us to publish it.
