Trouble Brothers Split

If a pair of mischief makers get caught, they don’t just run. The Trouble Brothers split to force the pursuer to choose between them.

One goes left. One goes right. - trouble brothers split
One goes left. One goes right.

As shocking as this might sound, the Trouble Brothers enjoy stirring up mischief. When they get caught—which is often—they have several go-to tactics. Look cute and deny everything. Blame another brother. Or, most often, run. After all, if they’re caught, they can still resort to denial and blame shifting.

3 Comments

  1. Amarok & Co on July 13, 2023 at 8:52 am

    No sir, we weren’t even together! 😂

  2. Debbie & Miss Ruby on July 13, 2023 at 6:36 am

    Never a dull moment with the trouble brothers stirring the pot!!

  3. JEAN BURKHARDT on July 13, 2023 at 6:21 am

    The trouble brothers always make me laugh. They DO seem to have a lot of ways to TRY to stay from getting caught!

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