Well, I thought of my own idea, but thank you to Tiggpwns for the Erica idea (you'll see). Enjoy!

Mark and Roger snuck into Nanette's party unnoticed. They slowly made their way to a corner and leaned in so they barely had to whisper to hear each other.

"Let's crash this party!" Roger muttered.

"Good idea."

The two of them headed over to the punchbowl and Roger pulled out a full bottle of rum and a half-full of bottle of gin, smiling evilly.

"Knowing you, I'm half-surprised it wasn't rat poison and lead-based paint." Mark mused with a grin.

"I just want to crash the party," Roger replied, "Not kill it, though rat poison and paint isn't a bad idea."

The rocker discreetly dumped the bottles' contents into the bowl and they snuck off again into the shadows. They then made their way over to the tape player and pushed in a tape of Beethoven and Mozart they'd swiped from Mrs. Cohen.

Then they made their way into the backyard. Roger pulled two mini squirt guns from his pocket. They filled the guns up with the hose. Then, leaving it running, the stuck the flowing tube of rubber in an empty window.

They then made their way to the bathroom and flushed the toilet numerous times in a row.

I thought they were done, but I guess Mark and Roger had other things planned.

"Hey Nanette!" Mark called above the crowd, "We're here!"

"Stop the music everyone!" Nanette called, "Our guests of honor are here!"

The music stopped and the boys grinned, knowing what would play when they turned it back on.

"Nanette," Mark said, "Thank you so much for this party. But if I was gay would I do this?"

Right then and there he pulled Nanette into a kiss. She screamed and turned to run, but Roger got her first, doing the same as his friend.

This made Nanette yell even louder and Mark and Roger grinned. This had to be the end.

"Hey Nanette!" Roger called as they were about to walk out the door, "How do my kisses compare to Erica's?"

Nanette screamed in fury and turned on the music, but not before everyone could start laughing. They only laughed harder when they heard the classical music begin to play.

"Whatkindof shitisthis?" One boy slurred, having drunken to much punch.

Before Mark and Roger could completely leave, they heard some one yell, "Oh my god! The toilet is flooding! Ew, gross!"

Roger and Mark high-fived and I smiled. Leave it to Roger to think of something as ingeniously evil as that.