Clean jokes played on friends or family...

Here is one I posted on the California Board.  3 boys in our family (4 if you included my dad).  My mom had her hands full.  Anyways...   We were 3 brothers 14,10, & 6, I was the youngest. The 14 year old got under the 10 year olds bed while he was in the bathroom getting ready to go to sleep. The 10 year old comes in and is starting to half way fall asleep. The oldest then starts to make small noises (MMMRRRR), then is quiet. My brother in his bed looks around but then goes half asleep again. The oldest then does it again...sounding like a waking monster, but quiet like. My brother on the bed is freaking!! He looks under the bed and his oldest brother grabs him and starts making growling noises. By this time the middle brother is screaming his head off...Of course my parents come in and scold the oldest...I'm rolling on the floor laughing......One of these day, if your are good, I'll tell you about the tennis ball monsters...We had a lively family. Any good clean ones, not super mean...Brian

That is a pretty good one however I was one of 13 kids so we played really harsh jokes on each other. Being as I was raised on a large production farm they generally involved things such as Heavy Equipment so just let your mind wander. Yes we were quite the heathen children the parents of what few friends that we actually had would never allow then to stay over night at our house afraid we would corrupt them. But we never got hurt not badly anyway oh the memories that come to mind.

One of the best clean jokes I have had played on me was last april 1st. I had no idea the keys on the computer keyboard came off. Needless to say my loving bride told me she took them off and cleaned them for me. Did not mention that she put a few back out of order. I can type fairly fast but have to look at the keyboard. A few posts got by without being proofread before I caught on. peppermrj

My mother is an artist. One day, she had picked some lemons from the yard and put them in an antique, wooden bowl with some eggs. She looked at it from various angles and started to paint the scene on her canvas.  A couple of days later, my 5 or, 6 year old step-sister visits and, inquires about the odd collection in the bowl. With out a hitch, my mother told her that she got them from the "Egg Tree" out back. While Denise and Mom were arguing whether egg trees exsisted, I made haste to "plant" some eggs in the lemon tree out back. It wasn't long before I was joined by Denise, who went to get a closer look at this egg tree we had. She doutfully started quizzing me. I corroborated Mom's story and added the we had grafted a chicken leg on to the lemon tree so that it would grow eggs.  Just like Luther Burbank; he's a big deal in California. She slowly came around to the idea of an egg tree being real.  For the next two years or so, she always checked the tree for eggs. Of course, we had always kept the eggs harvested so the birds would not get them. She eventually had a teacher convince her that eggs only came from chickens. We've held that over her head ever since. I think she still has a nervous tick.