The 4th

What better excuse to indulge in my pyromaniac tendencies than to burn stuff on the 4th. We had some friends over for a BBQ with the 'rents, and had some fun lighting off some weak fireworks. But then we ventured up closer to the local high school to watch the big ones go off. Good times...which reminds me...we purchased some fireworks and wanted to play a little prank on our friend Mike and Anna. They are good sports so I didn't think they'd mind, sooo, we set off some loud-crackin fireworks in front of their house, basically at their front door. After they finish Mike walks out with his gun (true Indiana) with a big grin on his face. We all got a good laugh, but it wasn't over yet. After we had gone up to see the high schools fireworks, Mike and Anna stayed behind to "get some stuff ready for vacation." Oh really, well, when i returned Cheryl's car and my parents van was missing. To be honest, i thought the worst, then it hits us...those little punks took our cars. We followed clues spread throughout the house of where to find our cars, eventually we found them. Driving back and forth down our street to return one car and get the next, we notice that Mike and Anna's house is dark, but the blinds are open...I can just feel them laughing at us. Finally we retrieve my parents van and drive past their house one more time to find the lights on with them waving and smiling at us as we go by...evil geniuses. they got us good, but their time will come!