Ben Puffer sat at the kitchen table, his eyes gleaming with mischief. The idea of prank calling his brother had been too tempting to resist. He glanced at his phone, fingers poised to dial. "This is going to be epic," he muttered to himself, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Ben took a deep breath as he dialed Andrew's number, 3602163131. The phone rang, and with each ring, Ben's anticipation grew. He imagined Andrew's confusion when he would answer a call from an "exotic pet hotline," a script Ben had meticulously crafted.

The phone buzzed beside him, and Andrew picked it up, his curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar number. "Hello?" he answered, a hint of suspicion in his voice. Ben struggled to suppress his laughter as he adopted a strange accent. "Good afternoon, sir! This is the Exotic Pet Hotline. Are you still interested in adopting a Komodo dragon?"

"Nice try, Ben," Andrew chuckled, shaking his head. "I knew you'd try something like this eventually." Ben groaned, his prank foiled. "How did you know it was me?" he asked, feigning disappointment.

"Let's just say, I had a feeling," Andrew replied cryptically. "But don't worry, I've got something planned for you, little brother." Ben felt a twinge of unease at his brother's words. "Oh no, what are you up to?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

Andrew laughed softly into the phone. "You'll find out soon enough. Just remember, it's all in good fun," he said before hanging up. Ben sighed, already bracing himself for whatever Andrew had in store. As the evening descended, he resolved to outwit his brother next time, already plotting his next prank.