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If you ever wondered how mischief begins between the Trouble Brothers, we show you the moment three seconds before the games erupted.
The stare. The flick of the tail. The pawing of the ground. As happens eleventy-seven bazillion times a day, the Trouble Brothers dare each other into yet another series of Siberian games. Who started it this time? Does it really matter?
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They are pretty funny to watch!! Unless they are in Hu-Dad’s study right boys ??????
Brothers having fun in the sun can’t be beat!!
No it doesn’t matter who started the game!!! I just LOVE those 2 Hu-Dad-such fun to watch.