Bite-Sized Ficlet: Rules of Escalation

>April Fool's Day.
>6:17 AM.
>A Friday.
>The rest of the family went out of their way to stop her fun.
>But as luck would have it, Luan manages to avoid getting thrown into the gay baby jail like the time before.
>But as she wakes up, she finds the house emmpty.
>There's a note on the bottom of the bunk above her.
>CLOSET.
>Getting out of bed, she opens the d-
>*Clk*
>What was t-
>*SPRNG*
>A boot on a spring rockets out, slamming into her face and throwing her across the room.
>Shaking the stars out of her head, she slowly gets back up on her feet.
>Alright.
>Yeah, Ok.
>They think they can play on her level?
>Stomping back to the closet, she slaps the cleats aside, ducking down to pick up the lone note in the empty vault.
>BACKYARD.
>Wait a second.
>Looking up from her note, she inspects the empty room.
>Something's wrong.
>She slowly narrows her eyes.
>...Oh.
>Luan's face falls flat.
>Her tapes.
>She looks over her room towards the window.
>They took her tapes.
>She grits her teeth.
>This wasn't anticiwait a second.
>She spins around, scanning the room in increasing anxiety.
>Where's...
>She can feel her heart start to race.
>Where's Mr. Coconuts?
>Sprinting over to the window, she leans out far enough to almost through.
>Lincoln, Lori and the rest of her family stare up at her.
>"Where's my stuff?!" Luan yells, a cold sweat pouring down her face.
>Lincoln casually gestures to his left.
>She flicks her head in his direc-
>Oh.
>Oh God, no.
>Luan's jaw drops at the sight below her.
>Her tapes, almost a decade's worth of recordings, gags, jokes and so many sweet humiliations.
>Stacked like a funeral pyre.
>Between Lola and Lana standing guard, atop the peak...
>Mr. Coconuts, tied to a little chair, with a burlap sack over his head.
>Luan stares in horror before directing her gaze at her brother.
>He did this.
>"Here's how this is gonna work," he yells up, a cocky grin on his face.
>"So we're gonna play a little game. It's called 'detrap the house or everything burns."