Good Pranks Gone Wrong (Ep. 1): “The Abduction”

Happy April Fool’s Day, my favorite holiday! Yeah, this is the day. Unfortunately, this is the second consecutive year that I won’t be participating as I usually do. If you’ve ever been one of my victims (or marks), you know.

Last year I was in the operating room getting Total Knee Replacement (which was a prank in itself because no one believed me when I announced it, shortly after arriving at the hospital). This year, well, nobody can go outside because of our global situation. At least, you shouldn’t.

And since the majority of my pranks involve planning, coordination and execution outside of my home, I’m taking this year off.

…or AM I?

Anyway, that doesn’t mean I won’t be celebrating this day/month, here at Kenny’s Camera, Cooking & Crazy Confessions. April will be nothing but practical jokes, laughs or “OMG” moments, all month long. If you’re not following my blog, I strongly suggest you sign up now (at the bottom) cause you don’t wanna miss it.

So let’s start it out with a new series I’ll call, “Good Pranks Gone Wrong”.

Episode 1: The Abduction

My father turned to call my name as the police officers stood on our front porch and the blue & red revolving lights filled my living room through the window.  His summons fell on deaf ears because all that was left of my presence was a wide-open back door and a wall-mounted phone, dangling to the floor in the kitchen… 

Quenton Tarantino Time Jump: 2 Hours Earlier

I ran full speed down Cardinal Drive, stopping only long enough to ask people if they had seen a white Chevy Malibu, cruising around the area.  When I came across a group of cute girls, I told them the same thing, adding that some guys were looking for me to beat my ass.  One of them quickly suggested that I leave and not “be around them” if I was in trouble.  Before I could leave, the very car I had described came speeding up to a screeching halt, right in front of us.  I turned to run, but tripped and fell. I struggled to stand again, clutching my left ankle and grimacing in pain as the car emptied. Before I knew it, I was quickly surrounded by 5 guys. People screamed as I caught swinging fists and stomping feet until I was beaten unconscious and tossed in the car trunk before it sped away.  All in plain sight of wide-eyed onlookers and honking car horns.

Of course, it was all staged and 15 minutes later, we were at the lakefront (one of our hangout spots).

I climbed out of the trunk, complaining that somebody had hit me way too hard.  Me and my gang of buddies, The Cruisers, shared a good laugh, talking about the response from the witnesses. We commended ourselves on yet another prank with flawless execution, not knowing that the car behind Pete’s took down his license plate number and notified the East Chicago Police. 

Time Jump: Now

The ECPD tracked the car description and plates to Pete, then went to his house and, after his confession that it was all a practical joke, left for my house to question me for confirmation.

Pete called and asked if the police had arrived yet and after hearing why, I darted out of the house as the blue and red lights first appeared in the view our large living room window.

My father turned to call my name as the police officers stood on our front porch. His summons fell on deaf ears because all that was left of my presence was a wide-open back door and a wall-mounted phone, dangling to the floor in the kitchen.

I didn’t return home until much later, thinking my father would be gone, working 11p – 7a, allowing for me to avoid a butt-whoopin’.

He wasn’t. 

I didn’t.

This has been an episode of, “Good Pranks Gone Wrong”.

3 comments

  1. LOL! I swear you need to create your own show or write all this into a book. You’ve already got the blog going so that’s a great start!!!!!!

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  2. Thank you. I dont know if you remember this prank or not, but I got the FLESH stripped off of me for this one. Meanwhile, all was well at the Homco residence! Grrrrrrr….

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