PrAnKs From PuNkS

One of the perks of being married to a high school teacher/coach is that we often times have high school kids aka punks, play pranks on us. We have been tp'd, forked, and soaped. We have had kids ringing and running, and throwing a whole baked chicken on our door step, just to name a few. Last friday night the punks struck again but this time they played dirty. We got a call from the school secretary Saturday morning asking if we had our tires flattened because she had. Ryan stepped outside to check and sure enough all the tires on our SUV and Toyota were completely flat (I was thrilled that I had parked in the garage the previous night). Thankfully the punks had only let all the air out and not slashed them, but regardless Ryan was pretty hot about it. He called the cops to report the incident and in turn the cops told him that there was a stop sign and construction cones missing from the previous night, assuming that was done by the same kids. Interestingly we found the cones and stop sign underneath our neighbors bushes later that day.
I was quite amused with the cleverness of the prank, but Ryan still has yet to find the humor in it. The punks will have hell to pay if he ever catches them. I'm hoping they are never found out.