Naughty Little — Teens

"Yeah," Leo agreed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Next time, we’re using the giant googly eyes on his trash cans. That’ll definitely restore our bad reputation."

Mr. Henderson jumped, a sound somewhere between a yelp and a harrumph escaping him. He looked down, seeing the neon hopscotch trail glowing under his porch light. He took a cautious step forward. Pop! naughty little teens

As they disappeared into the darkness of Miller’s Lane, the sound of popping bubbles continued, followed by the rare, rhythmic sound of an old man finding his inner child. "Yeah," Leo agreed, a smirk tugging at his lips