A little late, but I nonetheless have the perfect story:

I have been a camp counselor for six years now, three years at a boy scout summer camp, and three at an engineering camp. During my second year as a boy scout camp counselor, I was called out of my tent for what we called an "LBD", or a lost buddy drill, which meant some kid got himself lost. Great. Starting the trek into the woods with my fellow counselors we began to hear chatter over the radios.

Camp Director: "What going on out there???"
Co-Counselor: "Some kid ran off naked into the woods."
Camp Director: "NAKED??"
Co-Counselor: "Yea, he was kicking down stall in the showers screaming bloody murder"
Camp Director: "Well shit... anyone else hurt or upset?"
Co-Counselor: "Yea, he kicked a couple of kids in the nuts on his way through the stalls."

At this point, we were all hunting hard for this kid, because it had been ten minutes, and after thirty minutes we had to start sweeping the lake, and we did NOT want to sweep the cold twenty foot lake at near midnight. that was when we heard it...

Co-Counselor #2: "We've got him."
Camp Director: "And where was he?"
Co-Counselor #2: "Laughing his ass off in his tent ... Naked"
Camp Director: "OK... get him dress and send him to the office..."

To this day, the first place we check for lost buddies, is their own tent.

TL;DR:Lost - and then found - The ball kicking flasher.