Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Step out of the vehicle and put your hands on the car....

So it was a night like any other..... I went to my family home evening and had a great lesson and saw the family and all that, then at the platt's matt and i played video games for a while and were sitting around wondering what to do with our monday night. Then we decide that the girls at the Paris Flats House (A college house three blocks or so down the street) needed to be scared. The girls that live there are Chloe (my home teaching partner), LauraLynn (totally spelled wrong) Kara (thses parentheseis are empty) and another roommate that i do not know. We go to this house alot to play games like cops and robbers, dip dip dip, signs, and other mormon favorites. We played cops and robbers with them last night actually. Anyways we know the girls (3 of them anyway) pretty well. We start to head over and our friend Dirty Dan (not dirty atal, but quite Dan) says we should stop by his place and pick him up before we head out.

So we go to Dan's place and watch a movie for a bit and then head out. We are armed with a dummy made out of a graduation gown and a really frightening Halloween mask. We park about a block away from the house and sneak up to it. Dead fall leaves crunch under our feet as we giggle and sneak back behind the old ranch style house. We hang the dummy from the back porch so when you look out the back door you see a seven foot man with a mask right in your doorjam. We hang it there and knock on the back door. A girl comes through the kitchen looking confused (no one comes to the back door). She pulls aside the curtain on the door and looks out the glass to the frightening figure. It did its job she ran from the kitchen into a part of the house we couldn''t see throught the tiny window we were peeping in to. We walk all around the house and for about ten minutes; scratch on the screens, tap on the windows and make noises. I accidentally trip on a lawn chair and the crash it makes echos in the desert night. "i'm sure they are scared to death right now" dirty dan says laughing, "i know i would be!" said matt in a hysterical tone. We bang the windows and scratch the glass with my switchblade and put a general sense of horror into the house. "LauraLynn is gonna be so mad at us!" i cry with glee, trying to keep my voice quiet. Feeling our game was at its bursting point, dan insists we leave. we dash to the car laughing like little boys and start to drive off. we haven't gone a hundred yards when we pass a Thatcher Patrol Car. "Oh crap are they looking for us?" "No way chloe wouldn't call the cops!" "Cara maight though!" "Oh frik just keep driving man lets get outa here." the conversation in the car was frenzied and terrrified as the cop began to scan the nieghborhood with his spotlight.

We drive to walmart, relieved we weren't picked up and head inside. We regail each other with the high points of the prank, even though we had just expirienced them. We laughed and laughed. We scan the movie bin and look at iPods and generally waste time in Wal town. Then dan gets a text message: Dan, Two Cops At the Door looking for You. Come Home NOW. The text from his roommate made us all stop walking and feel the icy hand of guilt grab our hearts. We quickly head to the car and drive back to the apartment complex. We get there and the parking lot entrance is nearly blocked by two squad cars. We pull in and step out of the vehicle.

"Dan Wooten? Which one is Daniel Wooten?" Dan steps forward and begins to walk to the cop who shouted his name. "You two stand on the sidewalk. Hey Slim! Ya, you with the glasses, up on the sidewalk. Stay there til i tell you otherwise". Thoughts of county jail, not being eligible for a mission and wetting myself compete for control of my mind. "Hey I know this kid!" the cop says to his partner about Dan. "Ya i picked him up doing about twenty over in a residential six days ago." Ya that was me dan said meekly. "You were all kind and gracious begging not to be given a ticket, 'oh i wont do it again officer i just messed up' isn't that what you said kid?" I turned away from the conversation and to matt. I looked at him scared to death. Just as he is about to say something the other officer shouts "You two! Hands where i can see them on top of the car." We wak to the car and put our shaking hands on the roof of the honda. "hey this kid looks farmiliar too! I saw him prowling around Radio Shack about three a.m. two days ago". Matt had been driving around and found 'stealing' stuff from radio shack. he had old electronics in his truck and was found back behind the store. "Ya last week stealing computers we couldn't pin on you and this week peeping into girls windows and tresspassing". Matts fingers curl ever so slightly at the sound of the false accusation. "HANDS FLAT KID!" I begin to shake a little. "What on Earth were you guys doing at some girls house snaking around?" We explain that we knew the girls very well and that it was all a big joke. "OH ya? well jokers we just talked to a girl who was all alone in her house and suddenly sees men looking in her bedroom window and wearing masks and banging on the doors and crap!" "she was alone?" we all say at once. "we thought there was four of five people inside" 'well i don't care what you thought that girl was alone and was scared enough to call us about intruders. we went around that house with guns drawn do you understand me?!" We all look at the ground. "Hands behind your back Mr. Wooten" says the littler cop. The click of handcuffs around my returned missonary friend's wrist was a sobering expirience. I felt my freedom drain away as quickly as the blood was draining from dan's face.

"We had a saexual assault case and serious stuff t odo tonight! Are you listening to me?" the cop says to me and matt. "We don't need to be chasing you wise asses around college girls apartments." We both 'sir' and try to explain what hapoend and that it was all a misunderstanding. I sunddenly realize i have a switchblade in my poket. "hey officer i have a knife" i manage to say as calmly as possible. He feels around and pulls out my knife. KLIK! The knife springs open and shines in his hand. "Nice blade kid". He rests the knife on top of the car and begins to tell us of all the laws we had broken and how stupid we were. "Now i know you boys weren't trying to hurt anyone but you gotta understand how we have to deal with this. If you had been in that back yard and had jumped out at us we would have opened fire".

Then a smile creeps across their faces. "On the lighter side gentlemen. The girl said we should read you the riot act to get you back for scaring her". The cuffs come off and we are alowed to move our hands. The cops are less serious now and tell us to think about things before we do them and that we had better go over and appologize. We get into the car still dazed and confused from what had just happened. "dirty dan you got cuffed man!" we finally began to loosen up. the cops had been about 40% serious with us but mostly (by order of the girls in the house) had been trying to put the fear of God in us. We drove to the house to find a bunch of laughing girls wanting to know if we got cuffed. We all got hugs and were asked to tell the story again. The girls (who are way chill by the way) were very cool with it and thought the whole thing was hillarious. As we dropped Dan off at the end of the night he said "you guys are a bad influence"

9 comments:

Kathleen said...

Ok, that might be the best story ever!!! Sounds like you guys have some girl friends that are AWESOME! Way to go girls!!!

Rylee said...

Reece and I sat and read this together and laughed our heads off. You are too funny.

Linds said...

That story ROCKS! I felt the panic welling up at the thought of you guys with your hands on top of the car and cops yelling at you. So glad they were mostly trying to scare you!

Kates said...

What a fun way to start off Halloween week! I love that story and I have to admit I was a little scared myself!

Chelsee said...

I was hoping for an arrest! Mom and Dad would have died! good story.

The Tanner and Bryan Experience said...

Race Davis, I'm so glad I have found this treasure of a blog. Good story, though it doesn't quite stack up to the live re-enactment in the Institute (best Bro. Beuss impression). Know of my tenderest feelings for your departed friend Eldridge.

Cara said...

HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAH, that was so funny, i drove by you guys getting lectured at howards, i couldn't stop laughing. but payback is a b race! :) hahaha watch out sucka!

Smiths said...

My condolences about Eldridge. And crazy sweet story....really.

Tina said...

My sympathies! As well as my deepest respect for a well played out practical joke on both sides. You make me proud, Race! Oops! Well pleased!