Noah Jutila sat cross-legged on the floor of his cluttered bedroom, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The room was dimly lit, with posters of famous pranksters adorning the walls. He picked up his phone and glanced at Mavis Dracula, who was lounging on the bed, her fangs glinting as she grinned. "Ready for some fun?" "Absolutely," Mavis replied, her voice dripping with excitement. "Let's give them a call they'll never forget."

Behind the reception desk, a bespectacled goblin named Grogg reached for the receiver, his long fingers hovering over the phone. Noah and Mavis stifled their giggles as they heard him answer. "Hotel Transylvania, Grogg speaking. How may I assist you?" "Yes, this is Lord Fangul," Noah intoned, attempting a deep, dramatic voice. "I require a room with a view of the haunted forest and a cauldron of bat stew delivered promptly at midnight."

"And don't forget the enchanted cobwebs for ambiance," Mavis chimed in, her laughter infectious. Grogg scribbled down the requests, his face perplexed yet dutiful. Noah and Mavis could barely contain their amusement, imagining the chaos their prank would cause.

The spirit, known as Whimsie, had a knack for turning pranks back on their makers. With a sly smile, it decided to pay the pranksters a visit, its ethereal form slipping silently through the phone line.

Noah paused, glancing around. Mavis sat up, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and thrill. "Did you hear that?" she whispered. "I think... we've got company," Noah replied, his voice trembling slightly. The two pranksters exchanged a glance, realizing they might have bitten off more than they could chew.

Mavis chuckled nervously, "I guess we weren't the only ones having fun tonight." Noah nodded, a wry smile forming on his lips. "Lesson learned: never underestimate a ghost with a sense of humor." The two friends laughed, their prank transformed into a night they would never forget, thanks to the mysterious spirit of Hotel Transylvania.