The Pixie Pranksters Of Puddlebrook Elementary

The Wifflewicks are Puddlebrook Elementary’s tiniest troublemakers, living in the school’s air ducts and causing chaos daily! Led by Pippin, with Trixie, Squiggles, and Mo by his side, they swap lunches, steal homework, and prank everyone—especially poor Mr Bottomsworth, who’s always left in a glittery mess!

Music by GoldenSoundLabs

Transcript

The Pixie Pranksters of Puddlebrook Elementary Deep within the labyrinth of air ducts at Puddlebrook Elementary School,

There lived a family of pixies.

These weren't your typical fairytale pixies,

Sweet and helpful with a sprinkle of magic.

No,

The Wifflewick family had a reputation for mischief that was the stuff of legends,

At least among those who believed in them.

And in this particular school,

The only one who did was Mr.

Bottomsworth,

The science teacher.

The Wifflewicks consisted of Pippin,

The ringleader and oldest of the bunch,

Trixie,

His cunning sister and the twins,

Squiggles and Moe,

Who were always eager to follow along with whatever prank their oldest siblings dreamed up.

Together they had made the school their playground,

And every student their unwitting target.

It was a Monday morning like any other,

The school bell had rung,

And the halls buzzed with the sound of children filing into their classrooms.

But up in the ducts,

The Wifflewicks were already hard at work,

Planning their next grand scheme.

We need something big today,

Pippin announced,

Hovering above the others on his tiny wings.

Last week's exploding volcano was good,

But it's time we really outed ourselves.

Trixie grinned,

Her eyes twinkling with delight.

How about we swap their lunches?

Nothing like a surprise spaghetti sandwich when you were expecting a peanut butter and jelly.

Or we could tie their shoelaces together again,

Suggested Squiggle,

Who was particularly fond of watching the students trip and tumble across the playground.

Good ideas,

But we need something more widespread,

Pippin mused,

Tapping his chin thoughtfully.

Something that will affect the whole school.

Mo,

Who had been quietly fiddling with a piece of paper,

Suddenly poked up.

What if we took all their homework?

The room fell silent as the other Pixies considered this,

Then a slow smile spread across Pippin's face.

That's brilliant,

He said,

We'll take their homework,

But we won't just hide it,

We'll make it disappear in the most fun way possible.

How?

Trixie asked,

Intrigued.

We'll fold it into paper aeroplanes and fly them all over the school,

Pippin declared.

Imagine the chaos when they find their homework stuck in trees or floating in the toilets.

The idea was met with gleeful cheers from the others.

The plan was set,

And the Wifflewicks wasted no time in getting to work.

While the students sat in their classrooms,

Unaware of the mischief afoot,

The Pixies darted through the ducts,

Slipping into each room with the stealth of a summer breeze.

Desks were opened,

Papers were snatched,

And before long,

The Pixies had collected enough homework to make an entire fleet of paper aeroplanes.

With skill and precision,

They folded each piece of homework into a sleek,

Aerodynamic masterpiece.

Soon,

The air ducts were filled with a soft whoosh of paper planes as the Pixies zoomed up and down the vents,

Laughing as they narrowly avoided collisions.

Down below,

The students were starting to notice something strange.

Emily Martin was the first to raise her hand.

Mr.

Henderson,

My homework's gone,

She cried,

Staring at her empty desk.

Mine too,

Added Jason Parker,

Frantically searching through his backpack.

Mr.

Henderson sighed,

Pinching the bridge of his nose.

This is the third time this week,

Children.

If you keep losing your homework,

There will be consequences.

But I didn't lose it,

Emily protested.

It was right here.

The scene repeated itself in classrooms all over the school.

Teachers were baffled,

Students were in a panic,

And up in the air ducts,

The Wifflewicks were having the time of their lives.

Let's see where these end up,

Pippin shouted as he launched another paper plane.

This one,

Made from a particularly well-done math assignment.

The plane soared through the duct,

Catching a breeze and sent it spiraling out of control.

It shot out of a vent and into the art room,

Where it landed smack in the middle of a paint palette,

Splattering colour everywhere.

Another plane found its way to the gymnasium,

Where it swooped down and landed in the net of a basketball hoop,

And yet another plane floated gracefully out of the window,

Coming to rest high in the branches of a tree in the school garden.

The next day,

The school was in an uproar.

Students were being reprimanded for not turning in their homework,

And the unlucky ones who had lost the most were assigned extra chores after school.

Cleaning up the school garden became a daily punishment,

And as they pulled weeds and raked leaves,

Some of the children couldn't help but notice the paper aeroplanes caught in the branches above them.

Hey,

Isn't that my homework?

Asked Billie Thompson,

Pointing to her plane fluttering in the breeze.

It sure looks like it,

Said Sarah Jenkins,

Her eyes widening.

But how did it get up there?

The mystery of the disappearing homework became the talk of the school.

Rumours spread like wildfire,

With some children claiming that the school was haunted,

While others insisted there was a secret homework-eating monster on the loose.

But no one ever expected the real culprits,

Who were,

At that very moment,

Planning their next round of pranks.

Mr.

Bottomsworth was the only teacher who had any inkling of what was really going on.

A man with wild grey hair and a moustache that seemed to have a life of its own.

He had been teaching science at Puddle Brook Elementary for longer than anyone could remember,

And in all that time,

He had never been able to convince his colleagues that the school was the home of a family of mischievous pixies.

They're real,

I tell you.

I've seen them with my own eyes,

Little creatures,

No bigger than a mouse,

With wings and a devilish grin.

They're the ones behind all the chaos.

But the other teachers would just shake their heads and chuckle,

Dismissing his stories as the ramblings of an old man who had spent too much time around babbling beakers and Bunsen burners.

Determined to prove that the pixies were real,

Mr.

Bottomsworth began setting traps all around the school.

He started with simple things,

Sugar cubes laced with glue or sticky flypaper hidden in the air ducts.

But the pixies were too clever for him.

They danced around his traps with ease,

Sometimes even turning them against him.

More than once,

Mr.

Bottomsworth found himself stuck to his own flypaper or with his moustache tangled in a web of glue.

Pesky pixies,

He would mutter,

Extricating himself from yet another sticky situation.

But no matter how many times he failed,

He refused to give up.

One afternoon,

After a particularly frustrating day of failed traps,

Mr.

Bottomsworth decided to try something new.

He had read somewhere that pixies were particularly fond of shiny objects.

So he crafted a trap involving a large glittering crystal suspended over a jar of honey.

The idea was that the pixies would be so distracted by the crystal that they wouldn't notice the honey-covered floor beneath it,

Which would trap them like flies in syrup.

Pleased with his plan,

Mr.

Bottomsworth set the trap in the science lab and then waited,

Hiding behind a cabinet with a net in hand.

He was determined to catch at least one pixie this time,

And he wasn't leaving until he did.

Meanwhile,

The Wifflewicks were busy planning their next prank.

They decided to target the science lab,

Knowing that Mr.

Bottomsworth would be their most challenging opponent yet.

The plan was simple.

Switch the labels on all the chemicals and watch as the students accidentally created everything from harmless bubbles to explosive reactions.

As the pixies snuck into the lab,

Pippin caught sight of the glittering crystal hanging from the ceiling,

His eyes widened with delight.

Look at that!

A shiny… But it's a trap,

Trixie warned,

Eyeing the jar of honey beneath it.

Pippin grinned mischievously.

Then we'll have to just turn the trap on him,

Won't we?

As Mr.

Bottomsworth watched from his hiding spot,

He saw the pixies flutter into the lab,

Their eyes fixed on the crystal.

His heart raced with anticipation.

They were falling for it.

He held his breath,

Waiting for them to land on the honey-covered floor.

But to his surprise,

The pixies didn't land.

Instead they hovered just above the floor,

Each one carefully avoiding the sticky mess.

Then,

With a swift and coordinated effort,

They lifted the crystal off the hook and began swinging it back and forth like a pendulum.

Mr.

Bottomsworth's eyes widened in horror as the crystal swung closer and closer to him.

He tried to duck,

But it was too late.

The crystal struck him square on the head,

Sending him tumbling backwards and into the jar of honey.

The next thing he knew,

He was covered in sticky goo,

With his moustache glued to the floor.

The pixies burst into laughter,

Their tiny voices ringing out like bells.

Better luck next time,

Mr.

Bottomsworth,

The pixies giggled as they fluttered away,

Their laughter echoing in the air duct above.

Covered in honey and utterly defeated,

Mr.

Bottomsworth lay on the floor of the science lab,

His once-proud moustache now a sticky,

Bedraggled mess.

Pippin,

Trixie,

Squiggles and Moe were enjoying this latest prank so much that they decided to take their mischief to a whole new level.

Let's not stop at the homework,

Pippin declared,

Rubbing his hands together with glee.

We've already got the teachers and students in a tizzy,

So why not keep the chaos going?

Trixie nodded eagerly.

How about we make it so that every time they sit down to do their homework,

Something goes wrong?

It'll be pandemonium!

Oh,

Oh,

Squiggles bounced with excitement.

What if we switch their seats around?

They'll spend half the day trying to find where they were supposed to sit.

And while they are distracted,

We can tie their shoelaces together again,

Added Moe,

Giggling at the thought.

Pippin flapped his wings,

Hovering above the group.

Perfect!

We'll make it the most confusing day in Puddle Brook Elementary's history.

Everyone ready?

The Pixies cheered and sprang into action.

That morning,

The students arrived to find the school in a state of utter disarray.

Desks had been shuffled around,

No one could find their seats,

Textbooks had mysteriously switched places,

Maths books in the art room,

History books in the cafeteria,

And spelling books in the gym.

Every time a student tried to sit down,

Their chair would mysteriously collapse,

Sending them tumbling to the floor.

And the pencils?

They seemed to snap in half the moment anyone tried to write with them.

As the morning wore on,

The confusion only grew.

Teachers were baffled,

Trying to restore order while navigating their own set of challenges,

Like chalk that refused to write on the board or coffee cups that mysteriously vanished just as they reached for them.

The students were in a daze,

And more than a few began to suspect that something very strange was going on.

But no one suspected the Wifflewicks.

They were enjoying every moment of the chaos from their perch in the ducts.

In the midst of the pandemonium,

Mr.

Bottomsworth was having a particularly rough day.

After cleaning up the honey disaster and struggling to free his moustache from the floor,

He returned to his classroom only to find that his students' chairs were collapsing one by one.

"'Pesky pixies!

' he muttered under his breath as he tried to restore order.

But even as he spoke,

He knew he had to do something more drastic if he was going to catch the little troublemakers once and for all.

That evening,

Long after the students and teachers had gone home,

Mr.

Bottomsworth set his final,

Most elaborate trap yet.

He borrowed supplies from the art room and the janitor's closet,

And even raided the school's supply of glitter.

By the time he was done,

His classroom looked like a scene from a bizarre science fiction movie.

Wires were strung from the ceiling,

Leading to hidden buckets of sticky glue and glitter.

Trip wires were laid across the floor,

Attached to spring-loaded nets that were designed to snap shut the moment anything crossed them.

And in the center of the room sat a large,

Shiny trophy,

Borrowed from the principal's office,

Designed to lure the pixies into the trap.

Satisfied with his work,

Mr.

Bottomsworth turned off the lights and settled into his hiding spot,

Determined to stay awake until the pixies showed up.

Meanwhile,

The Wifflewicks were celebrating another successful day of pranks.

They were just about to turn in for the night when Pippin spotted something shiny through the grate of an air vent.

"'Ooh,

What's that?

' he asked,

His eyes lighting up with curiosity.

The other pixies gathered around the vent,

Peering down at the gleaming trophy in the middle of the darkened room.

"'Looks like someone left us a little present,

' Trixie said with a grin.

Pippin rubbed his hands together.

"'Let's go take a look,

Shall we?

' They quietly opened the vent and fluttered down into the classroom.

As they approached the trophy,

They noticed the wires,

Nets,

And the other traps scattered around the room.

But the pixies were clever and quick,

And they dodged each one with ease.

Just as they reached the trophy,

Mr.

Bottomsworth leapt from his hiding spot,

Net in hand.

But the pixies were too fast.

Pippin darted out of the way just in time,

Causing Mr.

Bottomsworth to trip over one of his tripwires.

The spring-loaded net snapped shut around him,

Covering him in sticky glue and a cascade of glitter.

The pixies erupted into laughter,

Their tiny voices ringing through the classroom as they flew circles around the hapless teacher.

Mr.

Bottomsworth,

Now more glitter than man,

Struggled to free himself from the net.

"'You won't get away with this!

I'll catch you!

I'll catch you!

Just you wait!

' But the pixies were already gone,

Darting back into the air duct and disappearing into their shadows,

Leaving behind only a trail of glitter and a very frustrated science teacher.

The next morning,

The students arrived to find their classrooms returned to their normal state,

Mostly.

The desks were back in place,

The pencils had stopped snapping,

And the chairs no longer collapsing.

But there was still one lingering mystery – the missing homework.

Rumors spread through the school like wildfire.

Some students claimed they had seen their homework flying through the air,

While others insisted that it had been eaten by the school's resident ghost.

But the truth was even stranger.

As the students searched for their missing assignments,

They began to find them in the most unexpected places.

A history essay was discovered folded into a paper aeroplane,

Lodged into a tree branch outside the cafeteria.

A math worksheet turned up in the principal's office,

Stuck to the ceiling with a piece of chewing gum.

A science report was found floating in the school's fish tank,

Still somehow legible despite being soaked through.

The teachers were baffled,

The students were mystified,

And no one knew what to make of it all.

Except for Mr.

Bottomsworth,

Who was certain that the pixies were behind it.

But of course,

No one believed him.

Pesky pixies,

He muttered as he cleaned glitter out of his hair for the fifth time that morning.

But as the days passed and the chaos gradually subsided,

Life at Puddlebrook Elementary returned to something resembling normal.

The students eventually gave up searching for their missing homework.

The teachers stopped trying to figure out what had happened.

And the pixies?

Well,

The pixies were already planning their next big prank.

The Wifflewicks,

Now more confident than ever in their ability to cause chaos without getting caught,

Began to set their sights on a new target,

The school's annual science fair.

This is going to be our biggest prank yet,

Pippin declared as he outlined the plan to his siblings.

The science fair was a big deal at Puddlebrook Elementary.

Students spent weeks preparing their projects,

Hoping to impress the judges and take home the coveted first place ribbon.

But this year,

The pixies had something else in mind.

We'll swap labels on the projects,

Trixie suggested.

No one will know which project is theirs.

We can rig the volcano models to explode at the same time,

Added Squiggles,

His eyes sparkling with mischief.

And we'll turn the baking soda into glitter,

Mo chimed in,

Already imagining the mess it would make.

The plan was set,

And the pixies eagerly waited for the day of the science fair.

When it finally arrived,

They sprang into action.

While the students were in their classrooms,

The Wifflewicks sneaked into the gymnasium where the science fair was being held.

They flitted from project to project,

Swapping labels,

Adding extra ingredients,

And rigging the models to go off in spectacular fashion.

By the time they were done,

The gym was a ticking time bomb of chaos,

Just waiting to be unleashed.

As the students filed into the gym,

They were unaware of the mayhem that was about to unfold.

Proudly they stood by their projects,

Eager to show off their hard work to the judges.

But as the judging began,

It quickly became apparent that something was very wrong.

Um,

This isn't my volcano,

Said Billy Thompson,

Staring at a model that was clearly labeled with his name.

And this isn't my solar system,

Added Sarah Jenkins,

Looking confused.

The judges,

Equally baffled,

Tried to make sense of the mix-up.

But before they could,

Their first explosion went off.

Boom!

Billy's volcano erupted with a shower of glitter,

Sending a plume of sparkly ash into the air.

The judges ducked for cover as more explosions followed,

One after the other.

Solar systems spun out of control.

The baking solar volcano spewed colorful foam,

And a model of the solar system suddenly launched into orbit,

Scattering planets across the gymnasium.

The pixies,

Watching from the safety of the air ducts,

Could hardly contain their laughter as they watched the chaos unfold.

Students ran in all directions,

Trying to escape the glitter storm,

While teachers desperately tried to restore order.

And at the center of it all was Mr.

Bottomsworth,

Who had just arrived in time to witness the spectacle.

His eyes widened as he took in the scene,

And for a moment,

He could only shake his head in disbelief.

Pixies,

He muttered,

Almost admiring their handiwork.

It's always the pixies.

But even as he spoke,

He knew there was nothing he could do.

The pixies were too clever,

Too quick,

And too determined to not be caught.

And as long as they were around,

Puddlebrook Elementary would never be free of their mischief.

In the weeks that followed the science fair disaster,

The students and teachers of Puddlebrook Elementary did their best to return to normal.

The glitter was swept up,

The projects were rebuilt,

And the homework was eventually found or replaced.

Some students heard Mr.

Bottomsworth's accusations,

And the legend of the pixies began to grow.

No one ever saw them,

But everyone had a story.

Some claimed to hear tiny voices in the vents,

While others swore they saw a flash of wings out of the corner of their eyes.

The teachers,

Of course,

Dismissed it all as nonsense,

But the students knew better.

They knew that the Wifflewicks were real,

And that they were always waiting for the next opportunity to cause chaos.

And so life at Puddlebrook Elementary continued,

With just a little more excitement than before.

The students learned to double-check their shoelaces,

Keep a close eye on their homework,

And always be prepared for the unexpected.

But even as they did,

They couldn't help but laugh at the pranks,

Knowing that somewhere in the air ducts above,

A family of mischievous pixies was laughing right along with them.

As for Mr.

Bottomsworth,

He never did catch the pixies,

But he never stopped trying.

He set traps,

Devised plans,

And even wrote a book about his experiences,

Even though none of the teachers ever believed him.

But that was okay,

Because deep down he knew that the Wifflewicks were real,

And that was enough for him.

And so,

The legend of the pixies lived on.

A story passed down from student to student,

A story of mischief,

Mayhem,

And a little bit of magic.

And as long as there were schools and students and a place for pixies to hide,

The Wifflewicks would continue their pranks,

Always just out of reach,

Always one step ahead.

Because that's what pixies do.

Years passed,

And the legend of the Wifflewicks became a permanent part of Puddlebrook Elementary's history.

New students arrived,

Heard the stories,

And quickly learned to be on their guard.

But no matter how cautious they were,

The pixies always found a way to outsmart them.

The Wifflewicks,

Now legends in their own right,

Continued to live in the air ducts,

Watching over the school they had claimed as their own.

They never grew bored,

For there was always something new to tinker with,

Someone new to prank,

And as long as there were students to laugh at,

They were content.

Mr.

Bottomsworth eventually retired,

But he never gave up on his quest to catch the pixies.

In his last days at the school,

He could often be found in his old classroom,

Tinkering with one last trap,

One final attempt to outsmart the mischievous creatures that had eluded him for so long.

But even as he worked,

He knew it was a battle he could never win.

And so,

The Wifflewicks remain,

Unseen but ever-present,

The pranksters of Puddlebrook Elementary.

And though they may never be caught,

Their legend will live on,

A reminder that sometimes a little bit of mischief can make a whole lot more fun.

The End.