>Your neighbor loves fluffy ponies.
>He keeps four of them, and has installed a doggy door so they can roam his back yard.
>You find them incredibly annoying. They are loud and their idiotic babble keeps you up at night.
>Eventually you get fed up with them.
>You make note of their color, type, and as best as you can manage, gender. You take pictures so you can get the color right.
>You head on down to the pound and pick up four new ones that are a good match for his fluffy ponies.
>You take the mewling idiots home in a cardboard box in your car.
>They are clearly not trained to use the litterbox.
>Perfect.
 
>Once you get home, you check your neighbor's driveway
>He seems to be out.
>you ring the doorbell just to be sure
>Yep, nobody's home
>You go to your back yard and don't even have to look to tell that his four fluffy ponies are playing in his yard.
>you make a gap in his fence and lure his fluffy ponies over, catching each one in turn as they try to squirm through.
>You dump them into a box.
>you replace them with their dopplegangers and fix the fence.
>You tell them that their new daddy lives in that house, and that they should make poopies in there if they want him to love them.
>they try to scurry inside, but don't understand the pet door.
>Oh well, he'll take them inside eventually.
>You put his original fluffy ponies in your car and take them to the pound.
>They cry the whole way there, and you enjoy every minute of it.
 
>You don't see or hear any fluffy ponies in his back yard for four days.
>Four days worth of uninterrupted sleep
>When they return to his yard, they are a fair bit quieter than the originals.
>They're seem sort of sad, but are the picture of health. You can tell your neighbor never lifted a finger towards them, but he probably grounded them or some shit.
>Now it's time to seal the deal.
>You wait another week and repeat the entire fluffy pony kidnapping/replacement scheme.
>You don't go to the same pound, though, you don't want to accidentally give the guy back his originals, after all.
>Your replacements are replaced in turn by a fresh and essentially identical batch of completely untrained fluffy ponies.
>you trick them into shitting all over his house.
>That evening, you hear shouting from his house.
>you don't see or hear any fluffy ponies in his yard for the next several days.
>Next week, the day before garbage day, you check his garbage bin
>inside are the corpses of four fluffy ponies
 
>Mission fucking accomplished
>You are never woken up by your neighbor's fluffy ponies again.