All was quiet in Sunnyvale Retirement Home. The birds were singing, the sun was shining on the drool slick chins of certain older residents, and the residents were mercifully not causing too many problems. That is, until the nurses heard a kamakazi yell of "Yeeeeeeeehaw!!!" They groaned in unison, looking at each other. "I'm not taking care of it. I did it last time." One complained.
"Well I'm not taking care of it, I'm too old for this shit." A middle-aged mother moaned. The nurses all stared at the newest, and youngest, member there.
"I'll do it ." She sighed. She turned on her heel and headed off in the direction of the yell. She made the mistake of thinking that whoever had yelled like that wouldn't go too far too fast. The poor girl had to dive to the side when a wheelchair being manned by one of the old men that populated Sunnyvale came flying around the corner. "You'll never take me alive!" He screetched as he sped off. Vaguely behind her, the student nurse- that's why she was the one who had to chase down the runaway- heard another resident angrily crying, "Stop that rat-faced, limp dicked bastard! He stole my wheelchair!" The student sighed again before calling out half-heartedly, "Mr. Jones! Mr. Jones, get back here!" She galloped off after Mr. Jones and the stolen wheelchair as her coworkers chuckled behind her and the owner of the stolen wheelchair muttered curses.
Try as she might, the poor student couldn't keep up with the runaway Mr. Jones. As she chased him through the halls, she panted and wondered why she had taken this job. Then she remembered it wasn't normally this bad- someone must have forgotten to give Mr. Jones his medication again. She winced as a stitch developed in her side, but gamely kept running after the senile old criminal.
"Mr. Jones!" She cried, stumbling a little. She could see her coworkers laughing as the duo made a circuit around the nursing home, but kept chasing the wheelchair. She managed to run even faster when she heard a crash and a curse ahead of her, and as she finally caught the runaway Mr. Jones, she was shocked at what she saw. The original owner of the wheelchair had grabbed another resident's cane and jammed it in the spokes of the wheelchair. Mr. Jones was laying on the floor, grinning at the woman who took him down. The student quickly picked Mr. Jones up off the floor, made sure he wasn't hurt, and began to scold both of them.
"Mr. Jones, what were you thinking? You know Mrs. Vanalise needs her wheelchair to get around properly! And Mrs. Vanalise! You could have seriously hurt Mr. Jones. Whose cane is that anyway?" As she scolded the two, she also shoo-ed them into the parlor. "Now Mrs. Vanalise. You return that cane to whoever you stole it from. And Mr. Jones! I expect you to sit here quietly for the rest of the day. Do you know how much trouble you've caused?!"
The student nurse finally got everyone settled down in the parlor, scolding the two who caused all the trouble the entire time- much to the amusement of her coworkers- and things at Sunnyvale settled down again. Until one day, another yell broke the tranquility...