LOL
We were on the Snook with as sorry a bunch of Spooks as you would ever want go to sea. There was a cook named Smith that had a bad habit of making little tidbits for the ward room and not for the crew. He did his baking on the mid watch. Naturally we thought that this situation needed some CT engineering and on many occasions designed plans to distract him while one of us removed his sticky buns or cake or whatever. Needless to say he didn’t appreciate our talents. One night Joey Dulin and I were putting the card table back in the rack on the mess deck when we noticed a pan of chocolate cake in the galley. Joey blocked the cooks view with the table and I lifted the cake. We had it cut up and delivered in short order and everyone in the Con was eating chocolate cake, including the Ole Man who had the watch. Well the cook goes crazy seeing as how this was the third night in a row his little goodies had wondered off. Next thing we know he’s up on the second deck beating on our door in radio. He wants our asses. Naturally we don’t know nothin bout no cake. He goes screaming into the Con yelling at the skipper about the “Damn Spooks” and his missing cake. The Skipper talks him down assuring him it couldn’t be the Spooks...