Capture The Flag: Prank Edition

Connor and Travis sprinted into the forest, clutching the materials in their hands and trying not to make any noise. It was, after all, only four in the morning.
Travis threw a bottle of spray paint at Connor, then pointed at a tree. Connor got the message and started climbing up the tree. He was extra cautious so he wouldn't accidentally waste any of the precious paint.
Meanwhile, Travis was laying out the tripwire that would cause the spray paint to paint the victim. He stood back, muttered something, and adjusted it. "Hey!" He whisper-yelled up at Connor. "Catch!"
He threw an end of the tripwire up at him and Connor caught it.
Connor held up a drill and a bucket of paint, grinning madly. "So I'm gonna drill a hole in the bottom of the spray paint can..." He set down the drill and picked up a straw. "Attach this straw to the bucket of paint, and when someone trips, they're gonna get paintballed. Look, I even adjusted the spray paint can a bit so the paint becomes paintballs, wanna be the guinea pig?" He aimed the spray paint bottle at Travis, who squealed slightly girlishly and ducked.
"Kidding, kidding. Wouldn't wanna waste the paint anyways." Connor laughed. He quickly drilled the hole in the paint can lid and the bottom of the spray paint can and strung them together with the straw.
Travis grunted something in annoyance and dragged under the tree Connor was in a large bucket. He ran to the pile of supplies and produced five large bottles, but more like buckets, of glue.
Connor set the paintball trap down on its perch and hopped off the branch of the tree he was sitting on. "So, evil brother of mine, what prank have you concocted?" He asked formally, barely containing his laughter.
"Why, of course, the great popcorn bucket! If we are to set up traps everywhere, we must include the popcorn bucket!" Travis answered with a terrible British accent. He then poured all the glue there was into the bucket.
Connor impatiently grabbed the popcorn from Travis and dumped it into the bucket.
"Hey!" Travis yelled, wincing at how loud that sounded. "Let me do the rest." He finished in the whisper. He opened the large bag of feathers and tossed the feathers in. "Wanna know something?" Travis asked as he started stirring the mixture.
"Yeah, what?" Connor asked, entranced by the great popcorn bucket.
"I swiped the glue from the Hecate kids. Apparently it doesn't dry for several days. Even if you leave it out." Travis's eyes glinted with a hint of insanity. "Now let's get it up there."
Travis pointed at a different tree in the distance...and suddenly found his finger poking Malcolm's nose.

Notes

Cliffhangers, yay! Yeah, I know I'm evil...xD