**Midnight Mischief: A Tale of Hypnotic Hijinks**

Response: **Littlest Pet Shop: A World of Our Own** **Episode Title: "Hypno-Mischief"** **Written by: [Your Name]** --- **INT. LITTLESVILLE - MORNING - PLAZA** The sun rises lazily behind the pastel buildings of Littlesville. The pet friends gather excitedly at the plaza, bustling with energy—except for Jade Catkin, who is sprawled across a bench, black tail flicking idly. **ROXIE MCTERRIER** (bounding over to Jade): Good morning, Jade! Rise and—awww, asleep again! Jade lifts her head with a groan, her gothic eyeliner slightly smeared. **JADE CATKIN:** If mornings were optional, I’d skip. Eternally. **TRIP HAMSTON** (swaggering in, mischievous smile on his face): Aw, c’mon, Jade! It’s too nice to be asleep. Besides, I’ve got a *brilliant* idea for a new prank. The rest of the crew—Bev Gilturtle, Edie Von Keet, and Quincy Goatee—huddle closer, sensing Trip’s scheming mood. Quincy tries to stay behind Trip protectively; Bev bounces in anticipation. **BEV GILTURTLE:** Ooo! Will lasers be involved? Or confetti cannons? Or *skydiving* kittens? **TRIP HAMSTON:** Nah, Bev. Today’s prank is all about... *mind power.* Hypnosis! **EDIE VON KEET:** Hypnosis? So, like, “You are getting sleepy, and now you think you’re starring in a musical set on a cloud?” Trip produces a pocket watch from under his cap and dangles it with flourish. **TRIP:** Exactly! Only, minus the clouds. This will be EPIC, guys. Who wants to volunteer first? Jade snorts. Roxie’s tail wags at the thought of something new. **QUINCY GOATEE:** Uh, can hypnosis make me... less fainty? **TRIP:** Well, maybe! But today, we’re pranking! Who’s ready? --- **INT. JADE & ROXIE'S LOFT - LATER** Trip gathers everyone onto plush chairs. Jade doesn’t move from her beanbag. **TRIP:** Okay, step right up! First, Jade. Try this: *stare at the watch... and listen to my voice.* Jade rolls her eyes, skeptical, but cracks a smile at Trip’s over-the-top performance. **TRIP:** (softly, rhythmically) Jade Catkin... so sleepy... you’re not a cat... you are... a DOG. Jade’s eyes blink slowly, then snap open. She shakes herself, looking confused. She suddenly sits upright, tongue lolling, tail wagging furiously, then tries to bark. **JADE CATKIN (as a dog):** BARK! BARK! Woof! Oh my whiskers, what’s wrong with me?! **ROXIE:** Jade, are you okay?! Do you need water? Or treats? Or a belly rub? **JADE (doggishly):** Treats? TREATS? I want treats! And... why do I wanna sniff everything!? **TRIP (chuckling):** You look fetching today, Jade! Jade bounds around in circles, then tries (and fails) to catch her own tail. The others laugh, Edie dramatically fainting onto a pillow. --- **INT. PLAZA – CONTINUOUS** **TRIP:** Now, let’s try Roxie! Roxie sits expectantly, barely holding still. **TRIP:** (softly) Roxie... anytime you hear “fetch”, you’ll freeze solid. Only “tennis ball” will wake you up. Roxie giggles, unconvinced. **BEV:** So does it work? Trip leans in for mischief. **TRIP:** Hey, Roxie, wanna play *fetch*? Instantly, Roxie freezes in a leaping pose—one paw raised mid-air, wide grin stuck on her face. **BEV (giggling):** Uh oh! She’s like a statue! Can we draw mustaches on her? **TRIP:** Let’s not push our luck. Roxie, um... *tennis ball!* Roxie jolts back to life, blinking confusedly. **ROXIE:** Whoa... did I miss something? Trip keeps repeating “fetch,” causing Roxie to freeze and unfreeze in various poses. The gang stifles laughter. --- **INT. MAIN STREET – LATER** Trip rounds up Bev and Edie for another hypnosis. Edie flourishes her feathers. **EDIE:** Aunt Francine tried hypnosis once; she forgot her own name but it came back eventually... Two weeks later. **BEV:** Make me a superhero! Or, or—can Edie be a turtle, and I’ll be a parakeet? Trip grins, swinging the watch. **TRIP:** Stare deep... You are *swapping bodies* with the other! Bev blinks—her shell seems heavier—while Edie flaps, uncertainly, around, doing dramatic turtle spins. **BEV (as Edie):** Dahlings! Observe my beautiful plumage—erm, wait, why do I feel so lightweight?! **EDIE (as Bev):** Look at my shell! Is this my best side? Wait, what side *is* my shell? Oh no, I want to swim but I just keep walking SLOWLY— The two flounder humorously, mimicking each other’s quirks—Bev tries to strike glamorous poses with imaginary feathers, Edie attempts turbo-speed dance moves but ends up spinning in slow turtle circles. --- **INT. QUINCY & TRIP’S LOFT – NOON** Quincy, nervous, watches Trip. Trip dangles the watch again, but with affection for his best friend. **TRIP:** Okay, Quincy. Just trust me, buddy. When you hear the word “adventure,” you won’t faint—you’ll want to do something BRAVE! Quincy gulps, but nods. **TRIP:** Let the adventure begin! Quincy’s eyes widen; he stares at the skate ramp nearby, then dashes into action. **QUINCY GOATEE:** ADVENTURE! I’ll... um... ride this skateboard. Wait, ride that skateboard!? *Wahoooo!* Quincy, usually trembling, hops onto the board, cruising down the ramp! Bev films on her phone, Edie applauds dramatically. **BEV:** You did it, Quincy! Extreme goat sports! Quincy grins, then faints with joy. Trip helps him up, proud of his spell. --- **INT. PLAZA – AFTERNOON** Trip struts around, gleefully layering hypnotic commands on his friends. He mischievously freezes Roxie throughout the day, getting her stuck in silly scenarios: halfway up a slide; nose-deep in a food bowl; mid-jump during hopscotch. **TRIP:** “Fetch!” “Fetch!” “Fetch!” **JADE (still doggish):** Want treats! Want belly rubs! Is nap time overrated?! SQUIRREL! Jade sprints after a plastic squirrel toy, crashing into a pile of beanbags. Roxie thaws suddenly, joining the chase, then freezes again at another “fetch.” **EDIE (still in Bev’s body):** Do turtles long for the spotlight? Because I do. Oh, glorious *shell*! **BEV (as Edie):** I need a dramatic entrance! Where’s my cloud swing? Ooh, maybe I can fly off this lamp! Bev attempts to launch herself as if she can fly, topples gently onto pillows. Quincy, meanwhile, is living it up—climbing playground equipment, showing off tap dances mid-air, even inviting Edie-Bev for a slow-motion turtle race. Trip revels in the chaos, howling with laughter, recording snippets to share with everyone later. But then, things start to get out of hand. --- **INT. LITTLESVILLE – SUNSET** Jade, drooling, is digging a “bone” in the flowerbeds. Roxie is frozen mid-sniff on a bench. Edie and Bev are hopelessly confused trying to coordinate rehearsal for an impromptu “Turtle Spectacular.” Quincy climbs a lamppost. Edie (in Bev’s body), panicking slightly, scuttles to Trip. **EDIE (as Bev):** Trip! Please, darling, this shell is stifling my creativity! I need feathers—glittery ones. And Jade keeps trying to bury me! **TRIP (smug):** Oh, c’mon, Edie, you gotta admit—this is hilarious! Bev (as Edie) is showing off her “feather” walk, but keeps tripping over petals. Jade runs circles, barking at empty air. **ROXIE (frozen mid-leap, suddenly unfrozen):** TRIP! Stop saying “fetch!” What did I ever do to you?! **TRIP:** Nothing! It’s all in good fun, Rox. I promise I’ll reverse it... eventually. He dangles his watch again, but gets distracted as Quincy yells “ADVENTURE!” and starts climbing a nearby statue. **JADE (dog):** Trip! Can you, uh... meow? Just for old times’ sake? --- **EXT. PLAZA – DUSK** The friends, exhausted, finally gather on the big multicolored carpet in the center of town. **BEV (as Edie):** I need my shell back. Too many close calls with flower pots. **EDIE (as Bev):** You think *you* have it rough? I had to do two entire rehearsals in a shell that doesn’t fit my dramatic moves! **ROXIE (perpetually nervous):** Before Trip hypnotizes me again—can we STOP this prank? I want the old Jade back. And my own moving powers! **JADE (dog):** I... I want to nap. Preferably in a *sunbeam*. Is that too much to ask? **QUINCY (adventurous):** Guys! Who wants to bungee jump off the bookshelf? Trip ambles over with a laugh, watch spinning over his head. **TRIP:** Okay, okay, gang. Let’s call it! Time to de-hypnotize. He begins reversing the hypnotic commands—Bev and Edie flop back into their own bodies with a gasp, Jade shudders and blinks, remembering only flashes of imaginary tail chasing. Roxie, hearing “tennis ball” one last time, thaws and hugs Jade. Quincy, now again the fainting goat, collapses onto his beanbag, heroic smile on his snout. --- **INT. LOFT – NIGHT** Trip settles in, basking in his successful day of pranks. **TRIP (to himself):** No one does mischief like Trip Hamston! But just then, Bev, Edie, Jade, Roxie, and Quincy exchange sly glances. They gather around Trip, plotting their revenge. **BEV:** Hey Trip, wanna try the “newest game” we found? It’s called “Ultimate Trance Dance!” Edie flourishes a glittery scarf, Jade purrs menacingly, Roxie brandishes a tennis ball, Quincy—bravest now—wiggles his nose. **TRIP:** Uh... what does it do? **EDIE (smiling wickedly):** Just *stare* at the tennis ball, Trip. And listen to our voices... Trip, confused but curious, finds himself hypnotized. **ALL TOGETHER (rhythmic, mischievous):** Trip Hamston... you are now... the *world’s silliest ham*. Trip’s eyes glaze. He stands up, wiggles his tail, and starts performing a series of ham-related dances and rhymes: **TRIP (giggling):** I’m the hammiest ham— I boogie and bam— When I see a sandwich, I yell, “I am!” The whole gang roars with laughter. Bev tosses kale petals, Edie films for her next dramatic montage, Jade stretches and finally purrs, “This. Is. Perfect.” Roxie waves the tennis ball. **ROXIE:** Okay, Trip, to *snap* you out, say “lettuce.” **TRIP (confused):** Lettuce? He shakes out of it, red-faced but chuckling. **TRIP:** Okay... You got me, guys. I guess I deserved that! --- **EXT. LITTLESVILLE – STARLIT NIGHT** The friends settle together—no longer hypnotized, each back in their quirky ways. Trip sits at the center, still chuckling. **JADE:** So, Trip. Any more “brilliant” prank ideas? **TRIP:** Not unless you want to be a chicken next time, Jade. **EDIE:** I think we’ve had enough acting for one day. Roxie curls into a ball with Jade, satisfied. **ROXIE:** Best day ever. Even if I missed some of it frozen solid. **QUINCY:** Maybe next time, I’ll try skydiving. Or, y’know, just regular fainting. Bev leaps up, ever optimistic: **BEV:** I could invent a trampoline hypnotizer! Or a trampoline for hypnotizers! Or hypnotizing trampolines— All groan affectionately. The camera pans out as the friends laugh under the glittering lights, Littlesville peaceful again—until Trip’s next scheme. --- **END**