The Nomanchulators still seemed close and I didn’t want to risk dreaming of the city again. After thrashing in bed for over an hour, I finally got up to find something to eat. The only snacks I had left were a dozen packets of ramen. I considered fixing a bowl, but the thought of eating more fake-chicken-flavored noodles made me want to hurl. Then, in a stroke of late-night-snack-attack brilliance, an idea came to me — the prank to end all pranks. “Hey, Dickie,” I said, shaking him. “Wake up, man.” He grunted and tried to bat my hand away. “Dude, wake up! It’s important.” Dickie struggled onto his elbow, blinking against the light I’d turned on. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong,” I said. “I’ve got an idea.” He frowned. “I was sleeping.” “Come on — it’s the best prank ever.” “I have a test tomorrow.” “So?” “So I need to sleep,” he said, annoyed. “You do, too.” “Who cares about tests? If we pull this off, we’ll be legends.”
