A Camping We Will Go: PRANK WAR

For those of you reading my latest story, "A Camping We Will Go" I am soliciting ideas for pranks to become part of the prank war. For those you who have no idea what I'm talking about, let me give you the set up: Rainbow Dash and Big Macintosh have taken Sweetie Belle, Silver Spoon, Dinky Doo, Pipsqueak, Snails, and Archer (minor background filly) into Whitetail Woods on a week-long camping trip. Now Rainbow Dash has declared a prank war between two teams (Dinky, Pip and Sweetie vs. Silver Spoon, Snails, and Archer on the other).

To explain the rules, here's an excerpt from the upcoming chapter:

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“The game is very simple.” Rainbow Dash had told her awestruck audience. “Your two teams will be holding contests to see who can prank the other team. You will be scored on the quality and creativity of your pranks, the number of your pranks, and bonus points if you manage to turn one of the other team’s pranks back against them. You will lose points if your prank fails, if you get prank one of your own teammates, or if your prank hurts somepony.”
“Be mindful of each other’s feelings.” Big Macintosh butted in. “Ah don’t want to see nopony in tears on account of a mean prank.” He gave them—and Rainbow Dash—a stern look. “And no makin’ up stuff about a camper being lost or hurt or in trouble. We don’t need any foals who cried timberwolf, understood?”
“Right, right.” Rainbow Dash waved him off. “What he said.”
Dinky raised her hoof. “Ooh! What if we manage to prank *you* Auntie Rainbow?”
“Huh?” Rainbow let out a startled laugh. “Ah heh, glad to see you’re aiming high squirt, but don’t get your hopes up. I’m Ponyville’s premiere prankster!”
“But what if we DO manage to prank you?” Sweetie Belle chimed in.
“Well…” Rainbow toyed with them, smirking as all six campers leaned in expectantly. “If any of you DID manage to prank the prankmaster, I suppose that would give you an automatic win. And any one request from the most spectacular pegasus around these parts.”
“And the only pegasus around these parts.” Big Mac reminded her with an eye roll. Rainbow Dash glared.
“And if you manage to prank Big Macintosh here, then he’ll be your own personal juke box for the rest of the trip!” Big Mac looked like he bit into a sour apple only to find a worm in it.
“Woah….” Gasped the campers. A favor from Rainbow Dash for anything!
“That sound good enough for you?” She asked. Her response was a dozen wide eyes.
“YEAH!” Came the enthused shout.
“All right then, good luck squirts…you’re gonna need it!”
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Taking ideas, suggestions, and recommendations from YOU the readers. Hope you enjoy!