Prism walked out of the bathroom, whistling a tune as he walked to his room. He sang the tune he was whistling, unaware of Icy snickering from behind his door.
"Got sunshne, in a bag. I'm usele- whoa!"
Prism's foot slipped slightly across the floor, he noticed the floor seemed a little greasy.
"Aw man!" Icy whined a little, disappointed that his prank didn't work.
Prism looked over to see his little brother hiding behind his bedroom door.
"HEY! What did I tell you about going in my room?"
"I was just looking around. Why, got any secret magazines?" Icy said with a sly smile.
"Get out." Prism pointed out the door.
"Fine, you're room smells anyways." Icy complained as he walked out.
"Like yours is any better." Prism talked back.
"Whatever, later loser." Icy tossed up a peace sign. "Swag."
Prism stopped when he heard such a word.
"Ah hell no."
Taking a magazine off of his desk and rolling it up, he chased after Icy, being careful over the trap he set, and proceeded to beat him with it.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Quit it!"
"We don't use such words in this house!" Prism scolded.
Icy pushed his brother away for a moment and ran down stairs. Prism trailed after him.
"You come back here, boy! I need you to learn that we will never use such words in this household."
"No! Get away!" Icy laughed as he ran past the kitchen.
"We are an intelligent household. Come back here, Icy!"
Soarin leaned back in his chair, watching as Icy ran down the hall while Prism chased him with a rolled up magazine. He looked over at Rainbow Dash.
"More coffee dear?" she asked.
"Icy, I shall succeed where our parents failed." Prism could be heard yelling.
"Oh they failed alright, with you!" Icy yelled back.
"Yes, please." Soarin answered.