"We'll need supplies."

"What kind of supplies?"

"I dunno, but lots of them." The Top Guns had gathered the next afternoon, meeting at the backcourt.

"Well, probably the usual stuff, to start with," Adena reasoned, "rope, walkie-talkies, whipped cream…"

"Disguises," Squib added enthusiastically, "you never know when you'll need a disguise!"

Cody groaned and rolled her eyes, but Tanis spoke up, "You know, that may not be a horrible idea…we should add that." Nate nodded and jotted it down in the notebook sitting in his lap.

"We need a code name," Squib spoke again.

"If you call me 'Nighthawk', I'm gonna sock you in the nose," Cody warned.

"No, no," Squib began to explain, "although individual codenames will be needed, I mean for the operation."

"We don't even know what we're gonna do yet," Cam told him.

"Well, it still needs a name! How about Operation Nice and Easy?"

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, Squib," Tanis told him.

"Warm and Cozy?" Adena tried.

"Stupid," Nate said.

"Spic and Span?" Cameron offered.

"No way," Cody rolled her eyes.

"How about," Squib spoke again, "Operation Crazy Eights? I mean, all we do is play cards anyways."

"And it is the one thing Bates hasn't taken away yet," Adena added.

"Sounds good to me," Cam shrugged, "any objections?"

No one spoke up. "Alright," Nate nodded, quickly scribbling down the chosen name, "Operation Crazy Eights it is."

"Crap," Tanis groaned, glancing at her watch, "we've gotta get to practice."

"Alright," Cody nodded, "we'll keep working."

"Think of more supplies; anything you think we'll need. And you think you two can try and find out more on this Cascadia Food Guide, or whatever?" Adena asked.

"Shouldn't be too hard," Nate told her, "we'll root around in my dad's office."

"Okay," Tanis nodded, "after practice, we'll head to dinner, and then back to our dorms. Wait until after bed check," she warned sternly, "and then everyone head over to our room. Be careful. You two, especially," she pointed to Cody and Nate, "the last thing we need is either one of your dads catching us."

"Did anyone see you?" Tanis whispered to Cody, the last Top Gun to arrive that night.

"No," she told her, tossing the small backpack she had brought down on the bed, "sorry I'm late. I had to wait for my dad to go to bed."

"As long as you all got here undetected…" Adena spoke. The group nodded.

"Okay," Squib spoke up, grabbing the duffle bad he had brought along. "So, disguises…" he reached in and pulled out a pair of round, black, plastic glasses with a piece of white tape wrapped around the middle. "Voila!" He exclaimed, popping them on.

"Uh…Squib?" Cody managed to get out between giggles.

"What?" He asked, the room erupting in soft laughter.

"Lookin' good there, Harry," Cam smirked, "I didn't know wizards could play tennis."

"What the-,"

"Those are Harry Potter glasses, you moron," Adena laughed.

"What! No! They're special glasses! For disguises!"

"No, Squib," Nate corrected him, "they're special glasses for little boys and girls who want to grown up into powerful witches and wizards."

"They're-,"

"Give it up, Squib," Tanis told him, "they're Harry Potter glasses."

"And I hate to break it to you," Cody added, "but one pair of children's glasses does not a secret agent make."

"Oh, whatever," Squib grumbled, ripping off the glasses and tossing them across the room.

"Well," Adena giggled, "now that that's out of the way…did you two find anything?" She nodded her head towards Cody and Nate.

"Yeah," Nate reached into his bag, "and we even managed to grab ourselves a photocopy. Are we good or what?"

"But you're not gonna like it," Cody took the paper from Nate's hands, "The Cascadia Food and Health Guide, at your service," she passed it to Adena.

"Oh my…"

"What?" Cam asked.

"This is insane! Just look at breakfast!" She shoved it into Tanis' hands.

"They took away…everything!" She cried. "Our choices are oatmeal with no toppings, plain toast, and…bran!"

"You're kidding!" Squib whispered, horrified.

"What about pancakes?" Cameron asked in a distressed voice, "Eggs? Bacon?"

"All gone," Tanis shook her head, "and it only gets worse. Salads…Vegetables… something called 'meat and protein surprise'…All we get for drink options are milk, orange juice, and water."

"This is sick," Nate mumbled, shaking his head, "just sick."

"It's useless," Tanis sighed. "Look at this thing. How are we supposed to fight this? And this is only the meals! What about all the other stuff Bates is doing?"

"Screw it," Squib pouted, "it's hopeless."

"No," Cody spoke up abruptly, "no way. War is not won or lost in a single day. It's all about the little victories. And our first task is to take the cafeteria."

After a ridiculously long night of planning, organizing, and mocking Squib's 'disguise', the Top Guns found themselves once again spending an afternoon on the backcourt.

"So, you're sure you can hook it up?" Tanis asked nervously.

"Trust me," Squib grinned, "I've got connections. The stuff will be here by this time tomorrow."

"Alright," Adena nodded, clearly on edge, "and Cody, you're gonna…uh…work your magic…?" The group sniggered.

"I'd like it noted," she sighed, "that I am totally against this degrading, creepy idea. But yes, I am going to flirt my ass off and get the key to the caf from Rick."

"Good," Cam said, "then Nate and I will be on lookout…"

"While the rest of you pull the switch," Nate finished for him.

"And we're sure we'll have enough time?" Tanis asked.

"Yeah, we're good," Adena assured her, "I've asked around. They prepare the food ahead of time, and head out for their own dinner before we usually get in."

"So that's why it's always so cold!" Squib exclaimed.

"Alright," Cam sighed, "looks like we're all set. Nothing can go wrong now…"

"Open up!" Cam whispered fiercely, pounding on Cody's window, "Open up!"

"Cam?" She asked, pulling it open, "What's wrong?"

"The stuff came early!" The boy gestured to the various boxes, bags, and cans surrounding him, "and Bates picked tonight to check our room!"

"What? Did you get caught?" Cody asked, grabbing the items as he passed them to her and placing them on her floor.

"No, I took it all into the bathroom, turned on the shower for credibility, and snuck out the window while Squib dealt with Bates," he explained, passing her the last of the bags. "You sure your dad won't find it in here?" He asked.

"No, we're good," she assured him, "he won't bother checking my room. But I'll hide it all in my closet, just incase."

"Okay," Cam nodded, "I gotta get back before someone notices something's up."

"Be careful!" She whispered after him.

"Thanks, Cody!" He called back.

"Alright, that's all of it," Squib and Nate entered the dark cafeteria the next evening, their arms full of boxes.

"So, how did you get this key, anyways?" Tanis asked Cody.

"You do not want to know," she spat vehemently, "but I had to wash my mouth out with soap afterwards."

"Atta' girl," Cam chuckled, patting her back, "taking one for the team."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Cody rolled her eyes, "you guys go keep watch." Cam and Nate returned to the hallway as the remaining four began pulling a wide assortment of sugar-filled, carb-loaded, and generally unhealthy products out of the boxes.

"Alright," Squib smiled, "let's get to work."

"Are we sure this'll work?" Tanis asked.

"Are you kidding?" Squib said, "Have you seen what they've been feeding us? Trust me. All we have to do is switch the stuff. The students will do the rest."

The students of Cascadia sulkily dragged themselves into the cafeteria. After a few days of salads and oatmeal, the student body was quickly coming to dread mealtime. However, as the first few students got into line and the food was uncovered, and excited murmur ran through the crowd. Steak? Pasta? Cookies? Cakes? Soda? Definitely not Cascadia Food and Health Guide material. Definitely not Cascadia material, period. But they weren't complaining. On the contrary, it would appear to an outsider that some sort of riot was taking place as the student scrambled to grab their food. Hamburgers, fries, noodles, pizza, tacos…

"What's going on in here?" Bates ran in, Skinner on his heels. "Hey! Stop! What's this?"

Skinner turned to a lady in a hairnet looking positively petrified, "You! What happened here?"

"I don't know!" She insisted, "We prepared the food like always and went to have dinner! Someone must have snuck in and-,"

"Wasn't the door locked?" Skinner asked, but it was no use over all the noise. The entire student body was helping themselves to all sorts of delicious treats in some sort of frenzy.

"Okay, Squibey," Tanis leaned over to him from the back corner where the Top Guns stood, watching the scene before them, "work your magic."

Squib cleared his throat and, in a deep voice, hollered as loud as he could, "FOOD FIGHT!"

In a matter of seconds, food was flying in every direction. Icing, sauce, buns, meat, potatoes, everything. And there in the middle of it all was their esteemed President Bates, yelling at the top of his lungs for everyone to quite down at once. His efforts were fruitless, though, as he was hit in the side of the head with a cupcake.

Cameron smirked, "Operation Crazy Eights is under way."

I don't care if it's unrealistic. Admit it. You'd all LOVE to pull this stuff at your school. And that is why you should review :)

A few things: 1. This is freaking LONG! And for that, I apologize. I was in some sort of zone...

2. Chapter titles that are NOT songs? And ARE rellevant...okay, that's spelled wrong. But yeah.

3. Thanks to everyone for the reviews! Nova, I shall check out your story just as soon as I post this!

And in response to Precise's question- I do prefer reviews, for whatever reason, but I'm not gonna be picky about it. A review is a review and they make me feel good :)