It's time. Hal can't stop biting his lip to cover up the laugh bubbling up his throat like the carbonated bubbles of a soda.

He should have thought this prank out better before he bought five pounds of slime from some crappy corner store and shoved it all in a garbage bag. He's sure you're going to smite him.

Hal missed April Fools day because he was out on some far-away planet for a few weeks. Its his favorite holiday; so when he came back to Earth and checked the date, the expletive that left his lips was (nearly) harsh enough to summon his mother and make her slap the back of his neck.

So, to make it up, he decided to conspire ideas for a prank with Barry. The two sat there thoughtfully for half an hour as the League fought aliens behind them. Barry shoos off Diana's scolding, rolling his eyes.

Then he had it. He was going to make his ass look as big as humanely possible. This was perfect. It's so Hal. He's sure you won't be that upset. It's just a prank. And even if you are, he'll buy you something nice and shiny while telling you all about how you're his pretty baby and how much he adores you.

So now he's furiously shoving the bag into his pants in the bathroom, knowing you're doing something in the living room. He grins, that stupid, punchable Harold Jordan grin. It's in. He does a wiggle in the mirror before opening the door.

"Baby, can you come here? You haven't hugged me since I got back." He calls out. "There's my pretty girl."