Payback's a Medevac

Stuart Karma meets Jones' Justice:


I heard a ruckus on the roof late Monday night and assumed it was Patrick. I opened the door to yell at him, but he answered from his room. I said, "Someone is on the roof." Troy and Patrick looked at me like I was nuts. Then they heard it, too. In a flash, Patrick was down out of the loft bed and out the front door. The Jones' boys were caught red-handed. Nice chopstick job on the front lawn, huh?



The palm trees aren't the only thing swaying in the breeze...



In the morning, this is the message we found on our front porch.



Apparently, they came back and finished the job.



Notice the soda can ornaments hanging in the tree? Nice touch.
The best part...they did a real number on the roof. There was so much TP up there, that each morning since we've had a fresh supply on the lawn. The gift that keeps on giving. That's OK...each morning as we're rounding up the new crop, we are reminded of how much they love us! But guess what, Joneses? We "love" you more, so stand by! Mwoohahaha!