This story is a spoof of the kids' show "Prank Patrol " and was originally intended for the Fan Fiction category, but unfortunately it exceeded the 500 word mark, so I guess it's appropriate for the 1000 word category.

Announcer: Welcome to another episode of "Spank Patrol", where we give one lucky individual the opportunity to get some much-deserved revenge on their friends!

On today's episode of "Spank Patrol", we have fourteen-year-old Jamie Sommers with us. Jamie is an eighth grader who enjoys skiing, rollerblading and watching Hannah Montana with her little sister.

Our target today is Jamie's friend and classmate, Colette, whom Jamie says is constantly playing really stupid pranks on her and she's tired of it. Look out, Colette- someone's out for revenge!

Jamie: Colette's my best friend and all, but I'm really sick of her pranks. I think she needs to be taught a lesson!

Announcer: Well, that's just what Spank Patrol is here for, Jamie!

We've told Jamie to invite her friend into an old antique shop owned by Mr. Davis, a friend of Jamie's family.

Jamie: Mr. Davis really loves his antiques. He's really careful and overprotective about everything in his store, especially his prize Ming vase.

Announcer: Well, isn't that just wonderful! The perfect place for Jamie and Colette to hang out in.

(We are treated to a ¾ view as the hidden cameras follow the two girls inside the antique shop).

Announcer: Little do her friend Colette and Mr. Davis know, but our crafty ninjas snuck inside the shop earlier and replaced the priceless Ming vase with a fake prop- a very easily broken one at that! Let's see what happens!

Jamie: Hi, Mr. Davis

Mr. Davis: Hello, girls. What brings you here today?

Jamie: I just wanted to show my friend Colette around your store.

Mr. Davis: Great. Let me give you girls the tour.

(After showing the girls through the store, he stops at the Ming vase, which he takes off of the shelf)

Mr. Davis: This is the most valuable item in the store- absolutely one-of-a-kind. You can look at it, but don't touch it.

(the doorbell rings in the back of the store)

Mr. Davis: Pardon me, girls. I have to see who that is.

(he exits)

Jamie: Hey, Colette, I dare you to touch it.

Colette: No way, he said not to!

Jamie: Oh, come on. One touch wouldn't do anything. Even I've touched it before!

Colette: Well, I guess one touch couldn't...

(A loud crash as the vase shatters into pieces)

Colette (hands over mouth): Omigod!

Announcer: Uh, oh! She's done it now! How's she going to explain this one to Mr. Davis?!

Mr. Davis: What's going on in here? (sees the broken vase on the counter) My vase- my priceless vase! Who's responsible for this?!!

Jamie: Colette touched it- I was just standing here!

Colette (terrified): No, I swear, all I did was touch it once! Honest!

Mr. Davis: How dare you touch my vase after I told you not to! Have you no respect for other people's property?

Colette (tears in her eyes): I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll make up the difference, I promise!

Mr. Davis: And just how do you expect to reimburse me for a five hundred thousand dollar vase, young lady?

Colette (mouth agape in horror): fi... five hundred thousand?

Announcer: Wow, that is an expensive vase, boys and girls! I doubt her allowance is going to cover that price tag!

Colette (crying): I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!

Mr. Davis (furious): No, you're not, young lady, but you will be!

(He grabs Colette by the arm and takes her into a back room. Our cameras follow. He pulls her sweatpants down, revealing the girl's thong)

Announcer: I see London, I see France, I see Colette has an interesting choice of underpants!

(Mr. Davis pulls the girl's thong deep into her ass crack, then begins landing smack after smack onto her tanned bottom)

Colette: NO, PLEASE STOP! ! I'M SORRY!!

(Mr. Davis continues hand-spanking Colette over his knee, then grabs a hold of her thong's waistband and pulls it down to her thighs, revealing white tan lines. Jamie looks on, grinning.)

(the loud smacking sounds continue for several minutes as Mr. Davis wickedly thrashes Colette's now fiery red behind)

Announcer: Just look at that technique, boys and girls! Mr. Davis is a true professional at what he does!

(Mr. Davis lets her up from his lap, but continues holding her arm tightly. Colette futilely tries to cover up her exposed privates, but he isn't about to have any of it)

Mr. Davis: Over the table, now! (He places her over the table, prying Colette's legs apart as he does so) Legs apart, on the double!

(Mr. Davis slowly removes his belt and wraps one end around the palm of his hand)

Mr. Davis: I am now going to teach you to respect other people's property and to do as you're told, young lady!

(the first slap lands like a gunshot across both Colette's cheeks. She jumps up, hollering, and immediately tries running for the door, but she is stopped by Mr. Davis)

Mr. Davis: Oh no, you don't! (grabs Colette around the waist, hauls her back to the table and places her back in position, this time keeping his hand firmly planted between her legs to keep them apart. The loud spanking continues and large strap marks start to appear on the girl's backside)

(the camera zooms in on Colette's ass)

Announcer: My goodness, I've never seen any bottom get that color before! If it's any consolation, Colette will be proud to know that she's set a new world record!

(Several more minutes pass in the back room, and then a bottomless Colette and Mr. Davis walk out, the girl clutching her behind)

Mr. Davis: You're just lucky I didn't take the cane to you for destroying my precious vase!

Jamie: You mean this vase? (she points to the real vase, sitting in its original place, unharmed)

Mr. Davis: What??? How is that possible?!

Jamie (laughing): Cuz you've just been spank'd on Spank Patrol!!

Colette (shocked): Ohmigod!!

(The ninjas and camera crew rush in and everyone starts laughing incredulously)

Announcer: Well, I guess Colette will think twice before playing any more pranks on Jamie from on!

(Final shot is of Colette, back to the camera, pointing to her blazing red behind)