Quotes About Mischief

The little weasel ripped all the buttons off my couch. Ivan Petrovsky, pg 350

Puppy presents on the rug. This sucked.

From my ear Jenks snickered. "Awwww, you two are so sweet, I could fart fairy balls.

I reached to push my hair out of my eyes, finding someone had tied a knot it in. My face screwed up in anger as I realized it was a HAPA knot. Real funny.

What in Tink's knickers do you think you're doing!

Pulse fast, I headed for the hall, a gallon of salsa on my hip, a tomato in my hand, and a pixy on my shoulder. Yeah, we bad.

Wild ideas popped up again in my head. What if I quietly went over and cut off the mooring ropes on one of the ships? What if I suddenly cried fire?

You've been a bad little mortal.

Fine. We can act like we're fuckups idling about. As per our usual. But if we cap a god, I'm telling everyone I know! Two words: Press. Conference.

And on the eighth day, Satan laughed.

Santa is very jolly because he knows where all the bad girls live.

It would be fun," Skulduggery nodded. "I like kicking Wreath in the face. I haven't had a chance to do it nearly as much as I'd like.

We can't get a cat," Valkyrie argued. "They don't do anything except plot against you and multiply like Gremlins.

Me? Stay out of trouble? Shouldn't be a problem in the slightest? - Valkyrie

There is a difference between being a bad child and being a wild child. Anybody can be wild, but to be bad you need some kind of knowledge.

a prank a day keeps the dog leash away.

Your cat ate my unicorn's breakfast.

One old myth says that faeries would sometimes steal human children and replace them with faerie changelings. So if you wake up one day and your brother or sister is acting like a jerk, they might have been swapped by faeries.

Faeries like to tangle children's hair when they're sleeping.

You had better not," I shouted after him."Do you hear me,O'Malley? I will tell Gavin's sister you slept with a stuffed bunny abbit until you were in middle school,so help me God!

hopscotch, jump rope, charm bracelets, buried treasure, Harriet the Spying, blood sisters, crank calls, pot, coke, quaaludes.

Katie nosed at the carpet and then gave it a good chew. When it proved recalcitrant enough that she couldn't pull it up, she growled. "Who's a fierce little girl?" I asked her. "Who's going to kick butt and take names and help her big sister get into all kinds of trouble someday?" Devon snorted. "Sometimes, I think the term bad influence was invented specifically with you in mind.

Whatever it is you and the boys are up to—stop.

Asking for a friend," Asher clarified. Then he nudged his best friend. "Henry, my good man, tell Tess she's pretty as a picture when she's preparing to unleash her wrath on the delightfully unsuspecting father of one of our classmates." "Kendrick?" Henry Marquette said. "Yes?" I replied without taking my eyes away from the street. "You are utterly terrifying when you are plotting something.