The Mafia and the Principal

Two things to preface my current situation with:
1. The group of girls I work with is very close. We are all very different, but we are all like-minded and we have each others' backs. We are also pretty much involved in many aspects of the school, and humorously refer to ourselves as the Second Grade Mafia. We offer our protection to two of the first grade teachers.

2. My principal is a prankster. If you can't get the bathroom door open when you are finished, chances are he's on the other side. On Halloween, he runs around the school in a mask, and usually picks a random day in September and declares it "Talk Like a Pirate Day." When I went to the restroom last week, there was a rubber snake in the bathroom. He pretended he had hip replacement surgery yesterday before our volleyball game and rode around for an hour in a wheelchair.

The Second Grade Mafia (SGM) has been looking for a way to get back at el jefe for quite some time now. We haven't thought of an original prank, but instead are opting to borrow one from the masters...the writers of The Office. Since we don't have a vending machine to stock his stuff with, we're resorting to the cell phone in the ceiling tiles. Only it didn't go as planned. He didn't just leave his cell phone on his desk, but his workout clothes and shoes. They all disappeared, only to resurface about an hour later.

According to the grapevine, he thinks the Mafia had something to do with it, but he's not sure. Maybe that's why he visited the second grade hallway over five different times today, and made a special trip to our lunch and our recess. He's trying to weed it out of us, and he's trying to figure out how to get back at us.

Game on, brutha...game on.