Desider had never felt so distracted before. He couldn't focus during any of his classes. All that the blond could think of was where they would set the smoke bombs and the shock on everyone's face when they entered their classes only to discover the room to be smothered in a huge cloud of smoke! The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he felt about the prank. Desider wasn't certain how everyone would react to the prank. It was seemingly harmless. Someone would open a window and the smoke would clear. How harmful was that?

Desider stared at the ceiling in his dorm, waiting for a knock at the door. It was nearly dark outside. Perhaps, his two accomplices had forgotten about the prank and decided that they rather spend the night getting high...that was rude to think, but probably true.

The door quietly creaked open and the two dorm neighbors quietly entered. Their arms were full with the desired supplies. Desider took the tin foil and placed it on the floor. He sat next to it and eagerly folded a small box out of the tin foil and showed it to the brunette. "You'll stay here and make these. When you're done, I need you to take this paper and roll the gunpowder in it." The blond demonstrated. The oldest man shrugged and began to awkwardly fold the tin foil into boxes.

"Desider you'll come with me." The man with glasses quickly shoved the bag of sugar into his coat and gave Desider the bag of baking soda and what was remaining of the gunpowder to carry.

Nervously, Desider followed his dorm neighbor down dark courridors, down the stairs, and into the cafeteria. They stopped at the kitchen door. The dirty blond fidgeted in his pocket. He removed a tension wrench from it, but dropped it. The tension wrench made a soft metalic clank as it hit the floor. The man's hands were shaking from the adrenaline. Desider picked up the tension wrench from the floor. "Just tell me what to do."

The other man sighed and nodded. "Put it in here." He pointed at the bottom of the lock with a quivering finger. "Then turn it which ever way it will go." Desider did just as he instructed. The lock cliked and clinked as the tension wrench was pushed into place. "Now, take this and put it all the way to the back of the lock." The glasses wearing man gave the short hook to the blond. "Push the pin upwards with the short hook until you hear it click."

"How the hell am I supposed to know what the pin is and how do you know how to do this?"

"You'll feel it when you get it, but you'll also hear it click. My father is a locksmith. We haven't owned a house key in years." He softly grinned.

The first pin clicked once it was cleared. "Excellent. Move on to the next one. There are hopefully only two pins." Desider fidgeted with the lock once more until the lock cleared and the door popped open. He removed the short hook and tension wrench and held them out for the man with glasses to take, but instead he walked past Desider. Briskly, he pocketed the tools and entered after his accomplice.

The two quickly tossed the sugar and baking soda onto the counter along with the gunpowder. The dirty blonde haired man supplied the stove with wood and lit it. Desider placed the frying pan on the stove and poured the sugar into it.

Desider carefully stirred the sugar and gunpowder until it became a warm brown color. He poured the baking soda into the frying pan, blending his concoction.

"Desiderius.. How are we supposed to get this back to the dorm room?"

The blond looked from the man and to the frying pan in his hand. He didn't think that through..at all... it had never even occured to him... no consideration what so ev-

"We take the frying pan!" Without any further discussion, Desider walked out of the kitchen with the frying pan in hand.

"No! That's evid- Desider!" There was no point in whispering to call after the blond. He would simply have to think of a way to return the frying pan without suspicion.


"How many did you make?!" Desider ungracefully stepped over the carefully handcrafted tin foil boxes with their gun powder fuses.

"I got bored..."

"We only need nine." Desider started to pour the contents of the frying pan into each tin foil box.

The dirty blonde haired man quietly ran into the room and closed the door behind him. "Desider, we can't have that frying pan! If they decide to search the dorms, we'll get caught!"

"No one is going to search the dorms! However, if it concerns you that much," The brunette man made a motion with his hand as if he was smoothing out the air. "I'll handle it."

"You'll return it?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I swear, if you don't take care of that by tomorrow morning, Ot-"

"If he doesn't return it, then I'll take care of it!" Desider stepped between the two to silence their quarreling. "We'll flush what's left of the sugar and the baking soda down the toilets tonight, we'll return the frying pan tomorrow, and tomorrow we light the smoke bombs at approximately 1:05 p.m." The two agreed with the plan. Desider gave each of them one ingredient to carry as they quietly left to flush them in the toilets.