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Tony grinned as McGee fell backward into the mud. The snake-in-the-can gag had worked yet again, startling the poor Probie with comedic results.
"Great! Just Great!" McGee huffed out a sigh and got to his feet, mud dripping from his hands and landing with a rhythmic plop plop at his feet. Tony snickered. "How old are you, DiNozzo? Twelve??!!"
Tony chuckled. "Just because --" His retort was cut off by a sharp slap to the back of his head, which startled him and made him bite his tongue. He yelped in surprise.
Tim giggled and slipped in the mud again.
Gibbs snorted in disgust. "I think you're both twelve."