**Hypnotized Hijinks: A Paw-Tucket Prank Tale**

Response: **Littlest Pet Shop: A World of Our Own** **Episode Title: “Hypnotized Hijinks”** *INT. LITTLES PET SHOP PLAZA - DAY* It was a bright, bustling day in Paw-Tucket’s main plaza. Sunlight streamed in, glinting off the shiny windows of Littlest Pet Shop, where the gang were gathered. Their laughter and chatter filled the air, except for the sound of Roxie’s tail thudding excitedly against the floor and Jade’s faint but audible snore from a soft velvet cushion. **Trip Hamston**, the mischievous golden hamster, peeked out from behind the counter. His eyes were alight with gleeful intent as he carefully polished something small and silver—a mysterious pocket watch on a chain. **Trip** (muttering to himself): Perfect... Simply perfect. The gang will never see this coming. At that moment, **Quincy Goatee** tiptoed in, careful not to trip over his own feet. A nervous smile tugged at his lips as he regarded Trip. **Quincy**: Um, Trip? What’s that shiny thing you’ve got? **Trip (grinning)**: Oh, just a little something I found in my owner’s stuff. It’s called a *hypnotic watch*. Apparently, you swing it around and—poof!—the audience does whatever you say. **Quincy (gulping):** I don’t know, Trip. Isn’t that a bit… dangerous? **Trip:** Relax, Quincy. It’s all for laughs! Watch, I’ll show you. Let’s get the others—this’ll be epic! Trip scampered off, pocket watch swinging, toward the rest of the gang. *INT. LITTLES PET SHOP COMMON ROOM - CONTINUOUS* **Bev Gilturtle**, mid-cartwheel, stopped to catch her breath. **Edie Von Keet** was rehearsing dramatic lines near a mirror, her feathers fluffed in anticipation. Roxie was bouncing from paw to paw, trying not to wake Jade, who was curled up with her tail over her face. **Trip (voice rising):** Gang, gather up! I’ve got something super incredible to show you! **Bev:** Ooooh! Is it a trampoline? Or maybe a juggling octopus? Or—wait, is it edible? **Edie (preening):** If it’s not a golden spotlight, I’m not interested—unless I am featured. **Roxie:** What is it, Trip? A new kind of treat? **Jade (without opening her eyes):** If it’s anything that doesn't make me want to sleep, I’m not interested. **Trip (swinging pocket watch dramatically):** You’ll all want to see this. It’s called hypnotism! Let’s do a group demonstration. Everyone look at the watch… Focus… focus… You’re feeling sleepy... so sleepy... The pets (except for Quincy, who instantly fainted out of fright only to wake up moments later) gazed at the swirling watch, their eyes drooping. Trip grinned mischievously and cleared his throat. **Trip:** Now listen up, and repeat after me… --- **INDIVIDUAL HYPNOTIC EFFECTS** *First, Trip approached Jade, who had fallen into a trance with her tail twitching.* **Trip:** Jade, when you wake up, you’ll believe you’re a dog—the doggiest dog who ever dogged. You’ll love fetch, barking, and rolling over… and, oh, you’ll want to snuggle. *Jade’s eyes fluttered. She sat up, stretched, and… her tongue lolled out. She bounded over to Roxie, tail wagging, and began panting.* **Jade (delighted, in a doggy voice):** Woof! Someone scratch my belly! Where’s the nearest stick? **Roxie (alarmed):** Jade?! Are you okay? **Jade:** Who’s a good girl? I am! I am! *Next up was Roxie, who was still in a trance.* **Trip:** Roxie, anytime you hear the word "fetch," you’ll freeze—completely stuck! Only the words “tennis ball” will unfreeze you. Ready... and, fetch! *Roxie froze mid-bounce, a statue of wide-eyed excitement. Jade, now wholly a dog, nudged Roxie’s still form with her nose.* **Jade (concerned):** Aw, come on, Roxie, let’s play! Fetch? Fetch?? *Roxie remained motionless. The others looked on in confusion.* *Trip smirked and turned to Bev and Edie.* **Trip:** Bev, Edie—when you wake up, you’ll think you’re each other! Bev, you’re Edie. Edie, you’re Bev. Now, wake up! *Edie immediately puffed out her chest, impersonating Bev's bouncy attitude.* **Edie (faux-excited, wild arm-waving):** Oh, wow! Oh boy oh boy! What else can I try? Cartwheels? Sword swallowing? Astronaut training? *Bev, meanwhile, struck an overdramatic pose.* **Bev (flapping her arms like wings, hamming it up):** Darlings! Gather ‘round for my one-woman show! No one ever told me *being a bird* was so exquisite! Look at these feathers—wait, shells? Oh no! *Trip doubled over in laughter.* *He turned to the freshly revived Quincy.* **Trip:** Quincy, when you wake up, you’ll feel like the bravest, most adventurous goat in Paw-Tucket. Mountain-climbing! Skydiving! Nothing scares you! Wake up! *Quincy snapped awake, eyes blazing with false courage.* **Quincy (charging around):** Let me at that unicycling monkey! Let me at the volcano diving competition! Adventure awaits—woo-hoo! --- *INT. PLAZA - LATER* Trip strutted about, watching his prank unfold. Jade was chasing her own tail, barking at imaginary squirrels, occasionally trying to snuggle Roxie (who was still frozen unless someone said “tennis ball”). Edie, channeling Bev, was attempting (and failing) a “shell slide” across the floor. **Edie (muttering):** Do turtles do this every day? My wings—uh, arms!—aren’t made for this. Bev, meanwhile, had appropriated a feather boa and was pirouetting center stage, surrounded by a crowd of startled rodents. **Bev (dramatically):** Behold! The Bev-ificent Von Keet! Star of screen, stage, and shell! Quincy had scrambled up to the highest shelf in the shop, banging pots and pans together. **Quincy (gleeful):** Extreme music-making, check! Next: zip-lining across the plaza on a spaghetti noodle! Trip, rolling with laughter, finally unfroze Roxie with “tennis ball.” **Trip:** Hey, Roxie, want a tennis ball? Roxie instantly whipped out of her trance. **Roxie (blinking):** What happened? Jade, why are you barking? **Jade (tail wagging):** Woof! Let’s play fetch! Roxie, upon hearing “fetch,” promptly froze again mid-yawn. --- *INT. PAW-TUCKET PARK LATER* As the day passed, Trip decided to ramp up his fun. He walked Jade (now happily wearing a dog collar) around the park. **Jade (panting):** Sticks! Squirrels! More sticks! Trip, unable to resist temptation, picked up a stick. **Trip:** Who wants to play fetch? Jade leapt and ran circles around Roxie, who, once again, was frozen mid-pounce. Meanwhile, Edie and Bev—still thinking they were each other—collaborated on a bizarre “play” combining turtle acrobatics and bird song. **Bev (as Edie):** Raaawwk! The spotlight must never leave me! **Edie (as Bev):** Did someone say roller-skating juggling? I’m on it! The other pets gathered, bewildered. **Mittens (a Scottish fold):** Is this performance “Avant-Garde,” or just weird? **Austin (an Airedale Terrier):** I dunno, Mittens, but I think Jade just tried to eat my squeaky donut. Meanwhile, Quincy stormed through a stack of old boxes, doing “extreme archaeology.” **Quincy:** Look out below! Treasure hunt, coming right up! Trip doubled up in giddy laughter. But as the sun began to set, something shifted. Jade, Edie, Bev, Roxie, and Quincy gathered near the fountain, their eyes still glazed from the hypnosis, but somewhere deep inside, a spark of their true selves flickered. They began to interact oddly, forming a bizarre but synchronized plan. --- **THE PETS’ REVENGE** Roxie (having briefly unfrozen), Jade (panting enthusiastically), Bev (highly melodramatic), Edie (gymnastically ambitious), and Quincy (wild-eyed with courage) circled Trip. **Jade (still doglike, but sly):** Hey, Trip, wanna play a doggy game? **Trip (smirking):** You’re calling ME a dog? Sure, why not. **Jade:** First game is "Fetch Trip's Attitude." Roxie, what do WE fetch? Roxie froze again—but this time, Jade and the others surrounded Trip. **Edie (as Bev):** Let’s put Trip in a shell—see if HE can slide around. **Bev (as Edie):** He thinks he’s such a star... Let’s give him the spotlight. Quincy leapt up. **Quincy:** Extreme make-over: Trip edition! Jade tackled Trip (“doggy style”), knocking the pocket watch out of his grasp. **Trip (startled):** Whoa, hey, careful! The hypnosis only works while I have the watch— Edie grabbed the watch with Bev’s shell. Bev began a dramatic “hypnotic speech.” **Bev (channeling Edie’s drama):** Trip Hamston, you will become... the silliest, most chicken-hearted hamster in all of Paw-Tucket! Edie swung the watch in front of Trip’s eyes. Trip, who had never been hypnotized before, tried to look away—too late. His eyes glazed as the watch spun. **Trip (dazed):** I feel… clucky? Is that feathers I’m growing? Quincy, still adventurous, shouted. **Quincy:** Trip! Cluck like a chicken and do a tap dance! Trip, now chicken-hearted, began clucking and tap-dancing wildly, much to the amusement of the entire plaza. **Jade (still a dog, but regaining her old sarcasm):** Well, that’s one way to become the star of the show. Roxie had unfrozen (as someone said “tennis ball” nearby) and tackled Trip in excitement. **Roxie:** Trip! You can be on my fetch team—now that you’re clucky enough! The plaza erupted in giggles. Gradually, the hypnosis faded from each of the pets (perhaps because Trip no longer held the watch), and their true personalities, with all quirks intact, returned. **Edie (rubbing her head):** Was I juggling tortoiseshell bowls... or was that Bev? **Bev (spinning):** I did a pirouette in feathers! So weird! **Jade (stretching):** I need a nap. Why do I taste dog biscuits? **Quincy (shaking):** Did I sign up for underwater basket-weaving with tigers?! **Roxie:** That was the *weirdest* party trick ever. You okay, Trip? **Trip (still clucking a little):** Oh man… Maybe hypnotism needs to stay in the comedy movies. --- *INT. COMMON ROOM - EVENING* The gang sat together, recovering from the chaos. Roxie munched popcorn, Jade wrapped in her dark blanket, Edie and Bev comparing experiences, Quincy gently fainting and reviving (out of habit). **Jade (deadpan):** Trip, next time you want to play a prank, just buy us doughnuts. **Trip:** Okay, fair point. **Edie (flair):** To the stage—or not to the stage; that is the question. **Bev (energetic):** I think we should all try skydiving next time. But only after we’ve confirmed *no* hypnotism is involved! **Quincy (sheepish):** Adventure is cool. But maybe… only on movies... or in my dreams. **Roxie (hugging Jade):** You made a good dog, Jade! **Jade (smirking):** Don’t push it, Roxie. Trip grinned sheepishly, hugging his friends. **Trip:** Best prank ever... Best friends ever. --- *INT. LITTLES PET SHOP PLAZA - NIGHT* The pets, exhausted but laughing, curled up together as the stars peeked through the windows. Jade finally nestled atop her favorite cushion, Roxie at her side. Trip set the pocket watch in a safe, locked away for good. **Jade (yawning):** Wake me when normal returns. **Roxie:** And if anyone says “fetch”… make sure I’m holding a tennis ball. The lights faded as the friends drifted to sleep, safe in the knowledge that in Paw-Tucket, crazy adventures (and crazy pranks) were just another ordinary day. --- *END*