In high school i worked at the Fargo police station after school for an extended time, not because i wanted to but the judge ordered me to.

Used to do a bunch of stuff I shouldn't have.  Saw something in the paper that reminded me of this one.  In high school, while the assistant principal was on a road trip with the wrestling team, we disassembled his Volkswagen Beetle into small enough pieces that we could it pass it up to friends on the roof, and drop it into the courtyard of one of the class buildings.  Then we put it back together in that courtyard.  This was before surveillance cameras were everywhere, and when that school had a flat asphalt roof.  The roof now is a pretty steep metal hip roof, don't think we could have pulled it off today.  They installed some more outdoor lighting after that, but I never did learn how they got the car back out of the courtyard.

Since fireworks have been mentioned......(I shouldn't tell this, but it was fun).   I had been to a local race with my motorhome and racecar/trailer.   It rained the race out so I went home.  Some friends of mine were hanging around in a parking lot in the small town I lived near.   I stopped.  They were having some "beverages".   Someone else showed up with some roman candles.   After a few "beverages" we got my pit bike (a Honda Spree) out of my trailer.   We took turns wearing my fire resistant racing suit, and helmet, riding back and forth on the bike, while the others would shoot roman candles at the rider.   We all ended up sleeping in my motorhome that night, as we were in no shape to drive.