It was early Monday morning. The school was empty. No teachers were there yet, not even the janitors to unlock the school. It looked peaceful in every way possible. Of course, it looked like an untouched piece of potential for Duncan's prank house.

Duncan had spent all weekend making preparations, getting all of the items together, and checking off every person on his list that are going to help out. His list included every item he had distributed among his helpers and the letter he was going to slip into Tyler's locker. The rest of the things he had was carried in the bag he had thrown over his shoulder.

First things first though, he had to unlock the doors to the school. For someone who wasn't Duncan, this would be a problem, but with all of the experience he's had in juvie it was like taking candy from a baby. He snipped open the lock with ease and waltzed into the school like he was the principal.

Duncan pulled the schematics of the school out of his pocket and unfurled it. He looked around the hall he was in at the moment and thought quietly to himself.

"I'm in the freshman hall at the moment and Sergeant Chef teaches only one class here," the delinquent stated looking around slowly. He glanced at the map to see what room he taught in at what period. Second period on room 415, meaning that around 8:45 – 9:30 he would be in here teaching…what is it now? Health Education?

Duncan started laughing as he realized the pranks he could pull during this class. He picked the lock to the Health room and entered. He peered around and tried to figure out what he could change to make Chef's day a living nightmare. On the desk at the front of the room was a lesson plan. Duncan walked over and read the cover of it.

"A Lesson on the Human Body"

A light bulb went off in Duncan's head. When he took the class there was a skeleton they used to explain all the parts of a body, even the regions that separated boys from girls. His eyes searched the classroom carefully until he saw a large human shaped figure under a cloth. Bingo.

He walked over to the cloth and revealed what was under it. A full sized human skeleton replica stood there waiting for it to be used for educational purposes.

"Let's make this skeleton a little more exciting," Duncan said taking out a can of red spray paint. He shook up the can and repeatedly sprayed the word "Penis" and any derivation of the word into every single bone on the replica. When he came to the skull, Duncan had a special plan for that. He took a condom out from the bag, why there were condoms in the janitor's closet he'll never know, and blew it up like a balloon. He then proceeded to wrap the condom balloon around the skull's head and spray painted "Wrap It Before You Tap It" in neat font.

"Perfect," Duncan laughed covering his art masterpiece back up with the cloth. He looked around the room one more time to see what else he could do to prank Chef, but he decided that whenever his associates use some of their items that what he had done for that classroom was enough.

"On to the next room," Duncan started off for the sophomore hall. He knew even though Chef didn't teach a class on that hall, he would specifically use the teacher's restroom there every morning because it was the cleanest bathroom in the school. No one really knew why it was so clean all the time though.

After he picked another lock, Duncan was right in the teacher's bathroom. It was pretty big considering it had only one toilet to be used. There was a magazine rack right next to it that had several cooking magazines. Then there were the magazines Chef read, the Ballet Monthly ones which were hidden cleverly. After pulling each one of said magazines out, Duncan glued all of the pages shut with Zap-a-Gap glue. He took a seat on the toilet and unrolled the entire roll of toilet paper while whistling Yankee Doodle.

The next move to ruin the teacher's bathroom was to take all of the extra rolls of toilet paper, dampen them all with water, and stick them to the ceiling to spell out "Good Morning." He had experience in doing this because it had earner him several months in juvie on a couple of different occasions.

What Duncan had pictured happening was that Chef would come in the bathroom at the beginning of the day, like he routinely did, and sit down to read his guilty pleasure. Once he found the pages are glued together, water from the sticky toilet paper rolls attached to the ceiling would drip on him causing his day to start off bad. And don't forget there are no more rolls of toilet paper for Chef's second problem.

After exiting and relocking the bathroom, Duncan took a second look at his schematics. His next stop would be either the lunch room or the ROTC building. He took out a coin and flipped it. If it landed on heads, he would go to the lunch room. If it landed on tails, then he would obviously go to the ROTC building.

The coin somehow landed to where it stuck straight up. Duncan raised his unibrow in surprise.

"Is this karma showing me some lame sign that I should stop, because if it is I really don't care," Duncan said out loud. He picked the coin up off the ground and decided to head towards the lunch room for his next area of pranks.

All of the teachers had their own special line where they could have whatever food they want. After taking some notes on Chef's eating habits, he always ate steak or some form of meat. Duncan had scooped up some extra material from his neighbor's lawn for this specific prank.

Once inside, Duncan walked directly over to the teacher's special lunch line. Chef's name was written on an index card in front of a line of plates that had Bar-B-Q sandwiches and chicken sandwiches and other things which were kept warm by heat lamps.

As he pulled a bag of what appeared to be dog poop out of the bag of items, he began to take the top buns off of each sandwich. He covered each sandwich with a good chunk of it with a smirk. Chef was definitely going to get what he deserved. To add a little taste to the sandwich, Duncan grabbed Bar-B-Q sauce and poured it all over each sandwich.

"Just call me the original prankster," Duncan smirked closing the bag of dog poop and throwing it back into the bigger bag of prank items. Before he left the lunch room he made sure to turn the heat lamps on to an extremely high level so the food would be good and ripe by the time Chef got to it.

The next stop was the ROTC building. Chef's office was particularly tricky to get into since it was his own personal office. There were several more locks on the door to aggravate Duncan and such, but none the less it became unlocked after ten minutes. He opened the door with a sigh of relief as he scanned the office for the things he was looking for.

Chef's bag of clothes was in the back of the room behind a large military sized desk. Duncan's main goal was to infect it with as much itching powder and Ghost Pepper sauce as he could to make Sergeant's day at least mildly interesting.

"What else could I do to the room," Duncan pondered out loud. His conscious was screaming that if he did anything else it would now be too far, but luckily Duncan had earplugs for that kind of thing.

Duncan emptied out his bag on the ground around him. There were sticky traps he had not used, there were buckets full of water that had a wrapping over the top so no water would spill, and there were unused fake bags of barf.

Duncan menacingly laughed as he placed the sticky traps on Chef's seat and the floor where he would lay his feet. He hooked up a bucket of water to fall on top of him as soon as Chef entered the room. Last but not least Duncan mixed the water with the fake barf to make Chef worry for no good reason.

"I think my work is done for the day," Duncan stated as he collected all of his prank materials. He had decided he would plant the fake letter in Tyler's locker during lunch right before the final prank happened. But until then, he was going to head to his morning detention room and run through what everyone else's plan was.

After Duncan made sure to lock all the doors back to normal, he made one last sweep through everywhere to make sure everything was set up perfectly. Once that was done, he headed to the morning detention room.

He pulled out a list of all the people who were helping out with his master plan. Brick, Eva, Jo, Gwen, Eva, Scott, and Staci were helping out.

Brick and Jo were going to purposefully get in trouble during the ROTC class so that way they would be escorted into Chef's office for a lecturing. They would use whoopee cushions and the Chinese Finger traps to cause trouble. The itching powder and sauce wouldn't come into effect around thirty minutes into class so they had time.

Gwen was going to make sure that the Bar-B-Poo sandwiches were not switched by any suspecting lunch ladies by using the "Liquid Ass Spray" she picked up originally.

Eva was a crowd control person using the whip. She would make sure Chef didn't try to kill anyone in the case he got so angry due to all the pranks occurring.

Staci had the gag because her instructions were to talk until Chef got angry, which means she would have to use the gag to make her stop talking. Duncan had modified it to make it completely harmless so there was nothing to worry about.

Scott was there to act as a back-up plan. If something seemed to stray from the original course, he had a small arsenal of prank items he could use to sabotage Chef's day no matter what.

Duncan proceeded to check everyone's name off the list. He trusted them to not screw up. He trusted the plan to work fully and effectively. All he had to worry about was Tyler being in the right place at the right time now. He leaned back in his assigned morning detention desk and shut his eyes to take a hard earned nap for all of his mischievousness doings.

A/N: I have been anticipating this chapter for a while. Duncan is one of my favorite characters, along with Noah, and I'm glad I got to write out his prankster side. You can only imagine what is going to follow in coming up chapters! Review please!