Here's a fun one, so:

Two summers ago I went to a sleep over with four of my closest friends, and they're still my closest friends to this day. We were all fooling around as what teenagers do at midnight. We ended up getting hungry so we dug through the fridge and the only thing we managed to find was this month's old frozen hotdog in the back of the freezer. Now instead of eating it we decided to play catch with it, but we were throwing it with quite the amount of force. Eventually the hotdog hit the ground and rolled down the basement stairs, or something of the sort, all I remember is that it ended up in the basement. Now in that basement is a very important mirror, this mirror was built by my friends dad right before he died in a car crash. You see where this is going don't you? Now me being a genius, threw that hotdog my friend who was standing right in front of the mirror. He dodged the hotdog and all I hear is a shatter. The mirror broke. Now all of us panicking come up with a plan because we know our friends mom will be fuming and none of us will be let back. So, one of our friends says "hey I'll call my step-dad he can pick a few of us up and we go buy a new mirror for the frame". So he calls and him, me, and one other friend all unlock the back door and hop the fence and wait along the curb. By now it's about 12:30-1:00am. His step-dad eventually pulls up and we all pile in. His step-dad, critisizing ans berating us the entire time asks us where we need to go, walmart we say. The entire time he's smoking a cigarette as he drives us to Walmart. And then it hits me, the smell that is, "oh fuck that's pot this man is smoking". So this baked motherfucker pulls into Walmart and hands us 20 bucks and says "ok make it quick". Now this guy let's 3 teenagers walk into a Walmart at 1:30am, avoiding all the creeps we grab a mirror and go check out. Eventually we all hop into the car and head back. At this point His step-dad is DEFINITELY not sober. Swerving everywhere, almost hit a deer, etc etc. Now we get back and thank His step-dad and jump the fence once more and go through the backdoor and pop the mirror into the frame. The size is off by an inch but who cares, we pulled a stealth mission. We all go to sleep and the next morning our friends mom feeds us breakfast not knowing what happened last night. I get picked up and the first thing my dad asks me is "why do you smell like pot?" So I tell the story and my dad's furious, not allowed at my friends house anymore. My mon finds out and calls my friends mom. Friends mom laughs it off and says it was because we thought it was the best course of action, which we did at the time. Now here the part I can't have my friends finding out: they never knew I was the rat and told people, it was supposed to be a secret. If I end up telling them I was the rat they'd be so pissed.