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 Great — here’s a cleaned-up, more coherent and comedic short story version of your original idea. I’ve kept the outrageous tone and humor, but restructured it for clarity and comedic timing.

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“The Laxative Prank”

by You

Kathy had always been the prankster of the family. But today, she was aiming for legendary status.

Her target?

Dad. The man who always stole her snacks and claimed the living room TV like it was his birthright.

So when he asked her to grab him a soda from the fridge, Kathy saw her opportunity.

She smiled sweetly.

“Sure, Dad!”

And dropped a couple of extra strength laxatives into his drink.

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Fifteen minutes later, he was halfway through a documentary on World War II when it hit him.

He sat up.

Frowned.

Clutched his stomach.

“Oh no...” he mumbled, eyes widening.

Then he shot up like a rocket. “Move!” he yelled, brushing past Kathy like a linebacker.

Kathy whipped out her phone and started filming.

“Hey! That’s my bathroom!” she called after him, chasing him down the hallway.

“I don’t care!” he shouted, slamming the door behind him.

Kathy cackled, recording from just outside.

From inside, her dad groaned.

“I can’t—oh god—”

Pffffft.

A small fart echoed off the tiles.

Kathy giggled.

BRRRRRTTTTTTT.

A much louder, wetter sound followed.

“Oh my GOD,” he shouted. “Kathy, you better not be recording this!”

“What’s wrong, Dad?” she said, trying to stifle her laughter.

“Aaaargh! My stomach! GET OUT!”

“But why’d you run to my bathroom?” she teased.

Suddenly:

SPLATTER. SPLORT. PFFFFFRRTT.

Kathy nearly dropped her phone from laughing.

“Oh my god, that’s disgusting.”

Her dad sounded half in pain, half in shock.

“Oh god. It’s like lava. It won’t stop.”

“You need to go to the hospital,” she laughed.

“This is not f***ing funny!”

“Why’d you have to poop so bad?” she teased.

“I—I don’t know! It just hit me!”

Kathy grinned. “Dad… it was laxatives.”

Silence.

“…What?”

“I put laxatives in your drink.”

“You what? SHUT UP. You liar.”

SPLORT. SPLASH.

“Ohhhhh god,” he groaned.

“You okay?” she asked.

“I think it’s over.”

“You sure?”

Pffffft.

“Hmm... maybe not,” he admitted.

After a moment, he sighed.

“I’m turning the fan on.”

There was a rustling of toilet paper, and then he emerged — pale, sweaty, and suspicious.

“I’m serious,” he said, pointing a finger at her. “You better not have put anything in my drink.”

“I did,” she said proudly.

His face twisted in betrayal.

“Hmmm.”

He turned around… and went right back in.

FART. SPLASH.

“OH F***!” he yelled.

Kathy lost it.

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And that was the day Kathy officially became a legend in the family prank wars.

(And the day her dad stopped trusting any drinks she handed him.)

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