Luckily, the brothers received a tip that the Russ and his kind had went camping for the weekend at a local lakeside campground. Immediately, one of these dedicated men of truth drove to the lake and confirmed that the Russ vehicle sitting unattended in a campground parking lot.

Upon arriving back at his apartment, the industrious brother rounded up a team of eager volunteers to teach Russ and his tribe a lesson. After pooling their money, the group headed to a local grocery store and purchased $23.00 worth of dry, uncooked spaghetti noodles. At sunset they then proceeded to approach the Russ campground.

Arriving in the early twilight, the group heard loud music, drunken bellows of anger, whoops of jubilation and sporadic moans of perplexity. In another words, a typical Russ camp experience.

Knowing that the Russ and his camp-mates were focused on playing the guitar and raising their level of intoxication, the stealthy group approached the Russ vehicle with bunches of noodles in hand. As thunder rumbled in the distance, the group stuck spaghetti noodles in every crack, crevice and opening of the vehicle possible.

Within minutes, the vehicle resembled a giant, four wheeled spaghetti porcupine! The heroic brother and his people stepped back, surveyed the noodling and proclaimed the mission objective complete. Before leaving, one of the group placed a written note and attached it to the vehicle antenna. This written demand stated that Russ must cease his bellicose and uncalled for actions or face further retribution. The group then silently retreated and went home with the satisfaction of a job well done.

That night, as so often happens during a Russ camping trip, a great rainstorm formed and deluged the Russ campground with several hours of pouring rain. In the morning, the soaked, hungover and bedraggled campers built a nice fire, and went out in the boat grateful to lay around in the summer’s heat and warm their pale, spongy bodies. That night the tired campers returned to their flooded campground, packed up their wet gear and carried it up to the vehicle anxious to return to the comfort of the Russ dwelling.

Upon cresting the hill leading to the campground parking lot, eyewitnesses say that a slow rumble began in the Russ throat and slowly culminated in a high pitched wail of rage and frustration. Apparently, the overnight rains had swelled up the spaghetti noodles and then they had went limp. A thick layer of the limp, swollen noodles completely covered every inch of the vehicle. Additionally, as the vehicle sat in the direct summer sun all day. These super-heated conditions caused the noodles to harden and solidify into an armor-like shell.

To this day, the campers claim that no matter how hard they tried to penetrate the noodle shell, it held strong. It was feared that the vehicle had been sealed shut permanently.

Fortunately, just as the sun was setting in the parking lot, a concerned fellow camper helped Russ chisel small sections of the noodle armor from the windshield and door areas. The exhausted Russ campers then drove home in their noodle covered vehicle.

We would like to report that Russ then changed his rude, annoying ways. However, that was not the case…