The prank

Oh dear god this week has been really unpredictable. After Tuesday, we did not see ANYONE other than our co-workers, and an inter office memo came down on Thursday informing us that we had to work all weekend. Everyone is pretty disgruntled and crabby, people are barely speaking to each other. Even the seven of us are in our own little worlds. The only one who seems the same is RayMan, he is friendly, smiling, slogging through files and re-organizing them after the uppers stampeded in such a fit - and let me tell you, they TRASHED the filing cabinets, toppling them over to find some info. I don't know if they found what they needed, but they didn't bother to pick up after themselves, and poor RayMan has been left to deal with it. He has not uttered a single complaint, just put his nose to the grindstone and has been sorting things out ever since. Huge job, and he could have gotten really surly about the whole thing. If anything, he seems to have a little spring in his step. Its weird.

Then yesterday, a junior member barged in and wanted to know "who was responsible for the company pumpkin?"

Everybody was silent, we had no idea what this goon was talking about.

"Fine, follow me, I am sure once you see this mess, you will be compelled to take responsibility for it."

We were marched single file into the lavatory, where, well, you see what was perched on the toilet.

The seven of us stared at each other - it could only be one of us, but the same look of astonishment was on all of our faces.

The whole floor was staring, mouths open, and you could practically feel a mass outbreak of laughter building when we were angrily ushered out.

"We're going to find out who's behind this, believe me," the junior resident snarled. "There will be a full investigation, and the repercussions will be severe, believe you me." He glared at us, seemingly more enraged by our silence.

"It's the COMPANY PUMPKIN people! A longstanding WME tradition has just been sulllied, and no one seems to care. Well, you will care plenty when we get to the bottom of this." His whole body was shaking with anger.

I was nervous, but knew I had nothing to worry about, I had not done it. I was a bit envious of the brave soul that had not only thought of this, but had the nerve to execute it. It was simply brilliant. I glanced at my comrades, was it one of them? They looked back at me. Not a clue. We would have to arrange a meeting ASAP.

We were marched back to our cubicles and everybody was whispering, subdued, curious, worried, checking with others to be sure they had alibis......

Only RayMan seemed unaffected. If anything, there was even a little more spring in his step, and a wild little gleam in his eye.