Worry warts. Befuddled baboons. Tempered teens. The melting pot of feelings erupting from the students and adults lately were FUELING his desire to be naughty.

He had been floating about the school invisible, plotting very naughty things, when he stumbled across his next victims having a serious chat. Had he been visible to them, they would have seen an enormous grin grow on his face and the large bowl of water that was in his hands.

"PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!" the polter-kid shouted unexpectedly right in the boy's ear.

He then floated over to the girl and hollered in her ear too. "You two smell WORSE than TROLL POO!"

Turning visible, he then added in a singsong voice, "Not to worry, not to worry. I have juuuuuuuust the thing for you!" Gliding above them, Storm did a fancy flip that caused the water to fall out of the bowl right onto their heads.

TEEHEEHEE!