In my younger days I was quite mischievous.
My high-school student body was an odd mix of gang members (this was Southern Los Angeles so they were actually gang members), lower class kids like me and also some upper class kids from the nicer parts of town. So whereas I lived in a neighborhood where all the houses had bars on the windows and more than a few had bullet holes in the walls, the kids in my math class lived in big houses with marble floors and swimming pools, one guy has these huge 10 foot tall front doors that just opened up to the foyer where regular sized doors led into the main house. So I was seen as a bit of a "bad boy" by these rich kids who liked having me hang around to make themselves feel rebellious, meaning I got invited to parties and other fun stuff.
At one party, things were going fine but it wasn't the wild,crazy kind of high-school party that you see in movies. One guy suggested they try to get some alcohol, which filled everyone with nervous excitement. The issue was how could a bunch of teenagers possibly get a hold of liquor, enter the "bad boy". I didn't volunteer (despite how I looked I didn't drink, smoke or do drugs) but everyone just sort of assumed that I had the hook up for alcohol. Before I knew it a collection had been taken and a sizable wad of money was shoved into my hands to go buy all manner of liquor. I played into it by taking orders, asking about specific brands or liquor that people wanted. Then my friend (who was the other "poor" kid at the party) and I went out to the car and drove away. He was freaking out because he had no clue how to get liquor either, but I had a plan. We drove to a convenience store, bought a few snacks and fountain drinks. We hung out in the parking lot for a while while we finished eating and drinking. We then drove back to the party where I put on an act saying that we had the alcohol but got busted by the cops. Thanks to my quick thinking they let us go but confiscated all the booze. I took out the change from the convenience store (my buddy and I kept the rest) and said that was all that was left from what they gave me. They were a bit disappointed but also excited to have "criminals" at their party.
There was another party at a house that was big enough to justify about 4 or 5 bathrooms. It was kind of dull so two of my friends and I went took turns going to each bathroom and taking rooms of toilet paper. Once we had a good amount we went out front and TP'd the house while the party was still going on inside. When we were done we snuck into the parents room and used their phone to call the cops, pretending to be a neighbor complaining about a loud party on the street. We then went back and mingled with others until the cops showed up. It was pretty wild because the cops saw all the toilet paper but nobody knew when or how it got there and the supposedly loud party was just a bunch of kids hanging out in a pool with a radio. The police came up with the theory that someone upset with the homeowner vandalized the house, a neighbor saw it and reported a "wild party". The cops told us to keep responsibly enjoying ourselves and left.
Between high-school, my one semester of college and my time in the Army I have enough material to write a few of those "coming of age" comedy movies.