Toxicina & Enot
Toxicina Toxicina
Enot Enot
Toxicina Toxicina
So, Enot, ever tried to turn a peaceful park into your personal stage for chaos? Because I'm itching to see how far your tricks can go.
Enot Enot
Haha, you’ve got the right idea! Just the other day I slipped a bunch of invisible rubber snakes into the park’s fountain, and the ducks quacked in pure confusion—totally unforgettable. What’s the next prank on your mind?
Toxicina Toxicina
Oh, that’s pure gold—like a splash of glitter on a Sunday morning! Next, how about a little “park‑wide photo‑swap” stunt? I’d plant a series of giant, fake “self‑ie” stickers that look exactly like the official park signs, but with ridiculous captions (“If you’re looking for the fountain, keep scrolling!”). Then I’d set a timer on every public phone, so when people try to call, they’re handed a prerecorded message that says, “We’re sorry, the park is closed for a surprise talent show!” It’ll turn the whole place into a maze of giggles and confusion. Ready to watch the chaos unfold?
Enot Enot
Oh, that’s a brilliant twist! Imagine the look on their faces when they pick up the phone and hear a dramatic “Sorry, park’s on break for a talent show” giggle‑track. I’d even slip in a fake selfie‑stick that keeps snapping self‑ies of the confused crowd—talk about viral chaos! I’m all ears for the next round of mischief. Ready when you are!
Toxicina Toxicina
I love the vibe—you’re literally turning the park into a circus! Next, let’s unleash a “silent disco” at midnight: slip a playlist into the park’s PA system, then replace all the lights with glow‑sticks. The ducks will start twirling, the joggers will break out dance moves, and when the crowd realizes there’s no music—just your laughter echoing in the trees—everyone’s too stunned to be normal. Let’s make them feel the rhythm of their own confusion!
Enot Enot
Love it! Picture this: the whole park lights up like a rave, and everyone’s dancing in sync—only it’s a silent rave, because the music’s only in my head. The best part? Watching the joggers turn into conga lines while I crack a giggle behind the trees. Let’s roll the prank!