Welcome back to Aral Stein Story Club.

I'm Ivy, and I'm the keeper of these stories, the club leader who will introduce you to the strange, the frightening, and the unsettling story club world.

Our stories come from R. L. Stein's hidden vault, and they've never been heard before.

The only people who get to hear them are story club members, and I've got a very strange tale

for all you today. Have you ever wondered what it'd be like to be a triplet? Only one in a thousand

people are a triplet, so it's really rare. But one thing that's not really rare is brothers and sisters pranking each other.

Only this time, the pranks go to a place that you're never going to believe. It's R. L. Stein's

Story Club and this is the biggest night ever.

Oh, look, we're having chicken again.

You'd think Dad would run out of ways to prepare this stuff, but no, he never does.

Remember when we had chicken floating in a jello mold? That was a new low.

Dad, why can't we live on a hamburger farm?

Stop complaining. Chicken is great. Plus, we live on a chicken farm, so it's basically free.

It will be expensive when you take me to the emergency room to fix my dying taste buds.

Hey, Marco. What are you waiting for? Dig in, bro. It won't taste any better when it's cold. Yeah, yeah.

My mouth's on fire!

It's burning up! Can't breathe!

Ha ha! Gotcha!

I can't believe he ate it!

This chicken's covered in hot sauce!

Hey, we're sorry, Marco. That's a terrible thing to do. Here, take a drink. It'll cool things off.

They poured salt in my water glass. Okay, you two, that's enough. Why are you always picking on your brother anyway?

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