The Crime of the Century, or 1988 Anyway

My friends and I stayed close after high school. In fact, we all moved to a new town together and lived within two blocks of each other. We had always played pranks on one another, but living in the same neighborhood provided a unique opportunity for fun.

One night John, Missy, and I broke into Freddie's apartment and took whatever we could carry. Our haul included his stereo, game system, and telephone.

We took it over to John's house, across the street. and set up everything as it had been at Freddie's place. We all sat down and played video games while we waited for Freddie to come home from work.

Before long, there was a mad pounding on the door.

"Dude! I got robbed!" Freddie was freaking out. He stood on the porch hyperventilating and twitching from the excitement.

"Did you call the cops?" John asked innocently.

"No, man, They took my phone!"

"They took your phone?" Missy and I asked in unison.

"Come in, calm down, and call the cops," John suggested.

Freddie thanked John and stepped into his house. He immediately sank to the ground when he saw all of his stuff there. He tried to act like he'd known it all along, but nobody bought that.