In response to Friday Fictioneer
"Idiot, you got us into trouble," shouted the big brother.
"How's it my fault? You bowled so slow," defended the younger brother.
"You should have batted carefully, you silly goose. Quick help me fix it."
"What's going on down here?," said mom concernedly as she came down the stairs.
"Everything is just fine," said the big brother trying to stagger her.
She pushed him away to see the younger brother putting the last duct tape.
"How many times have I told you not to play inside?," screamed the mom annoyingly.
"At least it was a sixer," beamed the younger brother.