My favorite prank was in 8th grade. I and my friend Paul were notorious for practical jokes, and we loved to play them on our favorite teacher, Miss Nold (because every guy in the class was madly in love with her, of course...). I had the ability to mimic the sound of the old P.A. system in the school by cupping my hands over my mouth and speaking a certain way, and if I sat in the back of the room where the P.A. box was, you literally could not tell the difference from the front of the room. So one day Paul and I schemed up a plan: about five minutes into class (the first class after the lunch break), I was sitting in the back, and did my perfect P.A. impression: "Miss Nold..."
"Yes?" she called out, thinking it was the office calling.
I said, "please come to the office and get the ice cream bars for your class"
And Paul then started cheering: "all right! We won! We won!"
So Miss Nold was like, "what?!" And then I said (in my real voice), "there was a contest in the lunch room, and the quietest class would win ice cream bars. We won!"
So Miss Nold says, "ok, I guess I'll go get them." And she left to go down to the office. As soon as she was gone, Paul and I rounded everyone up and took the whole class to hide in the gym. When Miss Nold got to the office, they looked at her like she was crazy. She knew she had been punked! The principal happened to be standing there, so he went with her back to the class, and it was completely empty, of course. They looked all over the school for us, and finally found us all in the gym, sitting quiet as church mice on the bleachers, all in nice neat rows like a group of soldiers sitting at attention. The principal started laughing. He thought the whole thing was so funny that.....
....... here it comes.....
...... wait for it.........
.......WAIT FOR IT..........
........he went to the store and BOUGHT US ALL ICE CREAM BARS!!!!!
