This story is written as a tribute to Tim (Chet Kelly AKA the Phantom) Donnelly. May you Rest in Peace. You will be missed by your many fans!

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First it was the tomato ketchup that had been carefully placed into what he had thought was a jelly filled donut, followed later by the classic water bomb, (that he silently admitted to himself - what should have been predictable to a pro- prankster like himself) which had totally drenched him when he had opened his locker, that was followed seconds later by a the shower of flour that turned the water into a sticky annoying white paste that clung to his hair, his face, his uniform and worst of all, his moustache. And as much as he hated to admit it, both the shaving cream in the toes of his boots and the blue dye in the red, white, and blue striped toothpaste that had stained his teeth a bright blue for two days were practical jokes that the 'Phantom' would have been proud off …

But the only problem was they weren't the 'Phantom's' jokes, in fact, Chet sighed as he stared into his cup of coffee, this time the 'Phantom' was the pigeon and he had absolutely no idea just who the practical joker was or even when they were going to strike next.

He sighed as he picked up the spoon and stirred in a teaspoon of sugar, rattling it loudly against the sides of the mug as he began for the hundredth time to try and work out just who the culprit was.

Looking up, he looked slowly around the room, stopping to eye Johnny with a suspicious glare as his favourite pigeon sat on the sofa reading the paper, seemingly oblivious to everything and everyone around him. He immediately scratched the youngest member of A-shift off his list, after he had found the 1001 joke book John had been meticulously studying in the squad at every opportunity. The pranks were far more sophisticated than the basic pranks Johnny tried to pull that usually ended up in failure even after studying the book.

His eyes drifted to Roy as he slowly set the teaspoon down and picked the mug. Roy was a possible but highly unlikely suspect. While extremely protective of Johnny, Roy wasn't the type to pull a practical joke. He always seemed to prefer to stand back and watch Johnny's failed attempts to catch the Phantom out than participate.

Lifting the mug to his lips, he turned to look at Marco as he took a small sip, covertly peering over the rim of the mug, instantly dismissing his friend. He and Marco had worked together at 128 for several years before being transferred across to Station 51. Although Marco rarely pulled any practical jokes, and never any on him, he was usually there to give the Phantom a willing hand.

Looking across the table at Mike and the Cap, he sighed loudly as he lowered the lukewarm mug of coffee back down, cradling it in his hands.

The idea that the quiet and normally serious engineer would ever pull a prank on one of the other guys was just too unbelievable. Mike was usually the one who would quietly warn the Phantom when the Phantom's jokes were beginning to step over the line and to give them a rest, at least for a while. It was advice that the Phantom would take seriously, after all, the Phantom's jokes were just for fun, not meant to hurt his pigeon.

And as for the Cap… Chet mentally shook his head… No, Cap would never pull a practical joke on any of his guys… after all, he was the Cap!

"Earth calling, Chet! Are you in there, Chet?"

He blinked in surprise as he realized that Cap was talking to him. And by the look on Captain Stanley's face and the way the others were looking at him, Chet realized that Cap had been calling his name for a couple of minutes. "Ahh, yes Cap?" he stammered, his face reddening with embarrassment as he heard Johnny chuckle.

"Are you okay, Pal?" Cap asked, his brow creased with concern.

"I'm fine," Chet quickly nodded his head, "Guess I was just daydreaming."

Cap nodded, "Well, if you've finished your daydream, there's a latrine with your name on it waiting still waiting to be cleaned."

"Aw Cap," Chet began to complain, "Johnny was the last one to parade!"

"Because of a water bomb the Phantom hid in his locker!" The Cap reminded him before jerking his head in the direction of the door and ordering, "So, I would advice the Phantom to get cleaning before the one day of latrine duty turns into a week!"

"I'm going, I'm going!" Chet told his captain, pushing the cold mug of coffee away before rising out of his chair and heading towards the door. "Geeze, it was just a water bomb…" he muttered as he hurried out of the room.

Leaning back in his chair, Hank lifted one hand, as the other three firemen silently turned and watched him, before folding down his fingers one at a time as he silently counted down from five.

"Argh! What the…" Chet's horrified and bewildered yell echoed through the station as Hank's last finger folded down against his palm.

"Water bomb?" John asked.

"Rubber snake?" Marco grinned.

"Grease in the bathroom cleaner?" All three men turned to stare at the engineer as Mike shrugged and said, "Hey, I've been known to play a practical joke or two!"

Cap grinned as they all hurried out of the kitchen and towards the latrine, "No, green slime over the latrine room door."