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My workplace is a very lovely place to work; it's also something of a horror show; how is It possible to be both of those things simultaneously? Because we all love candy baskets, peanut, sugar-coated, chocolate, you name it; we like it. So every day, it's like a horror show because every day is like Halloween, and we're all playing Trick or Treat. Although Trick or Treat goes, we also like the occasional prank to pull on each other. Especially our boss Clive, Clive is a prank master. It's like his candy gifts for us. If there's a way to pull a trick on somebody, he'll do it. You can't sit down in our office without first checking that your favorite seat hasn't had a whoopee cushion cunningly concealed about it.

Nobody complains because Clive is a generous boss, hence all the candy and not just the candy we gift our customers in girt baskets. Also, with his love for pranking, if anybody went to HR, who knew what wicked prank Clive would have planned? Would there be a concealed pit trap under the rug on the carpet? Would the HR be a man in a gorilla suit or perhaps a gorilla in a gorilla suit? One thing we on our team were all agreed upon as much as loved our dear leader. We wanted to get our own back on him. Nicely and kindly of course and one his birthday in two weeks. And when we pulled our birthday prank on him, we'd present him with a great basket of candy-like he did whenever he pranked us, which was maybe too often, even if it was always fun. I mean, a big box of sugar-coated peanuts is lovely, but not so much if your desk has just collapsed. As for pranks, it's his candy gift box ideas of fun.

The best time Clive ever pranked me was when he sent me to a sales conference in Tuscon. My sweet words would be my best candy basket gifts. Of course, I was ready for him because work and sales trips are Clive's number one way of pranking the staff. Would Clive replace my samples with a collection of clown clothes or spring load my case so it would burst open when I opened it? Would he get the travel department to book me on the wrong flight? Or would my hotel turn out to be an Air BnB for people with extreme allergies, and I'd have to sleep in a cotton yurt indoors? I think we felt a little sorry for Clive that the pandemic lockdown had forced him to be more and more imaginative in his pranks. But more on that later, Clive was very creative. If he put half that effort into his work, he might have ended up prosperous. But I think Clive just preferred to be amused. No, I got to the company for this trip, the right hotel, samples were acceptable, everything was fine. But as I was in a conference room, suddenly everybody walked into the room from the company. The janitor, the CEO, and the guy who delivered the lunchtime bagels must have been 50 of them. It turns out the company had been filming some advertorials and Clive had asked the actors to hang on an extra day and rented an unused office building as they all yelled,

"Surprised fooled you!"

I realized Clive had once again exceeded himself. All Clive had needed to persuade them was to tell them it would be funny and some candy gift baskets. Turns out one of the ladies working there was actually an exotic dancer who’s stage name was candy gift sets.

When we were working from home as a team, we occupied ourselves chatting on Slack about how Clive kept up his prank campaign? He started, if I'm honest, kind of lame. He would join Zoom meetings and leave his cat sitting on his desk while using a remote mic under his desk. He insisted on being called Mr. Cats Up and threatening to fire anyone who didn't zig-zag their mouse or shine a laser pointer on the screen for him to chase. The only person who was good at Zoom was Candy. I guess she did have some unique candy gifts. He, of course, sent gifts to us remotely, things like an Idaho potato or a pet rock. But it was when Clive heard Sharon, who was always a bit of a "late adopter," had only just started watching Breaking Bad years after he finished that he found his inspiration. Without saying anything in each of his Zoom calls, Clive would have more and more chemical lab equipment in the background of his videos. Sharon would nervously ask him what was going on, and we pretended not to notice. The masterstroke was when he ordered some special translucent blue candy and sent it to Sharon's house. He had to quickly follow it up with a phone call as she was getting ready to head for the border or call the FBI or the DEA. In the end, I think Sharon, we'd take a service where you can build your own gift basket with wine and not wait around as it came with build your own gift basket delivery like a 911 service.

Those who Clive had pranked got together after one work meeting, which was delayed by how long it took us to check the conference room, for whoopee cushions, projectors that showed rude pictures, or an air conditioner that sprayed paint. We'd only just gotten back from Covid lockdown, and we were all suspecting some big Clive prank now he had us all on his home territory. His vengeance would be prepared with care and time like a vintage candy gift box

Sharon got to the meeting a little bit later than the rest of us. Clive had called her back and apologized after convincing her she was helping him with his drug-dealing empire. Only to double down and offer to put her in touch with a lawyer called Saul Goodman.

But the meeting went on ahead and was remarkably productive, even without Clive in attendance. It was Sharon who suggested the reason Clive maybe hadn't pranked us was that it was his birthday in a fortnight and either didn't want to put us off doing something nice for him or didn't want to provoke us into pulling some mega super prank on him.

We decided to discuss how we would celebrate his birthday, but not in the office when Clive could wander in at any moment. No, we'd do it on the work Google server remotely, save from him accidentally walking in on us. The meeting was finished when we got a delivery of cupcakes to welcome us. They were indeed just cupcakes, which didn't prevent Sharon from tasting each one just in case (and the chocolate ones twice). For Sharon, the only nasty surprise would be empty candy gift boxes. If you gave her an atomic candy explosion box, she’d be blown away with smiles.

The next day we initiated the project "Happy Birthday," while it looked like we were working, we were pinging emails back and forth at a fierce rate, as we planned how to prank Clive? Excellently, of course, partly because we all actually quite liked him and partly because none of us wanted to get fired; he was, after all, the prank. It would be a lot of delicious surprises like candy baskets for birthdays.

Denzel suggested that we should all dress up like it was the middle ages and pretend he'd woken up in the Middle Ages. But our office was in America, so wouldn't we all be dressed like it was Native Americans. Also, Denzel was a bit of a hippy who played many Dungeons and Dragons, so some of his ideas could be a little strange. He was pretty old fashioned like retro candy gift baskets.

Sharon Bleakly wondered if we could cut his brake cable just a little bit? Then she relented she had pretty enjoyed watching Better Call Saul. I suggested we take turns to hide behind Clive's office door and yell, "Boo!" I'm not very imaginative. In the end, it was Sharon who suggested a much, much more excellent idea. Why didn't we all wait till he was in the office and jump up together and sing "Happy Birthday!2 It would be nice, catch Clive off guard and still showed that we'd out-pranked him for once. It would surprise Clive with sweetness like a candy explosion cake.

We had sweet delivery of the lyrics like candy delivered to your home.

So for the next week, we practiced in Ernest, like it was a military operation we were going on, and there would be no prisoners. Someone had found a Karaoke bar, and we chipped in to rent a private room and sing "Happy Birthday!" It took us long enough to memorize the words, which is surprising, but not everybody at work is all that smart. Denzel had a lovely deep bass tone but no short-term memory. Sally and Tim couldn't hold a note to save their lives; if notes were life rafts and they fell off of a ship, then they'd both be doomed! But in the end, they got there we all did and very proud of ourselves we were too! We were sweet like chocolate and our candy gifts delivered.

We did it with a week to spare, and then Sharon suggested why stop with a song, why not go with a theme and dance number? Ok, why not? So she turned out to have access to a dance studio, and we spent the next week practicing jumping out from behind our desks, doing a couple of quick twirls, and then bursting into song. Not only that, but somebody had also managed to get their hands on some confetti launchers. Clive was all set to have a very musical, dancing, and surprising birthday, or so we all thought. We were going to surprise Clive, where he worked our candy gift delivered to home plate to use a baseball metaphor.

So it was Monday morning we'd spent the weekend coordinating our prank plans. A few last-minute Zoom rehearsals and we were ready, and I was wearing a comfortable set of clothes that I could sing and dance in. It wasn't quite a leotard, but they were very stretchy suit pants that I could leap and spin in, and my shirt wouldn't constrain my lungs. Thomas, the security guy, was watching out for Clive's car pulling into the office parking lot and would be following him on the office cameras so that he could give us a 30-second count down on our computers. It would be a tough sweet surprise for Clive like hard candy gift baskets, our revenge would be sweet and classy like gourmet candy gift baskets of wickedness.

Then the countdown began 30, 29, 28, 5, 4, 3,2, 1 Clive walked into the office, and we all lept up. Confetti launchers went off, and we all turned and span in coordination and started singing happy birthday in perfect harmony. Well, almost perfect harmony. Clive wouldn’t be able to open his mouth; it would be like he ate an entire gummy candy gift box.

And Clive didn't look at all surprised; he was filming the whole thing on his phone. How had he known? It turns out that he'd seen our first emails about the birthday prank. He'd been the one to suggest us singing Happy Birthday; I dreaded to think what he'd do with the recording.