Jonathan decided to egg the Whites house, one colorful spring morning on April the 1st.
It was rumored that, just underneath the first step on the front porch, lay a treasure trove of vintage goods that would fetch a good price.
He'd become top dog if he could snag it, or so his "brother" had told him.
A gang of Sinbads road up to their lawn and waited. The door opened and, Jonathan readied his white shelled bomb.
Out came his "brother" with a gaggle of highschool boys, squirt guns in hand.
They froze, he laughed.
"Gotcha' losers!"
"Retreat! Retreat"