The Marching Bandits would like to hear your stories, and so here we are at Marching Bandit Tales ! These stories are all safe for viewing, and some day soon I'd love to be able to have a page for pictures only, so if you guys like that idea give me a holler, kay?

The shoe...
   Sitting in the trombone/baritone homeroom during on band camp evening, i saw a shoe on the floor. one shoe, mind you. a single, holey, disgusting smelly shoe. it belonged to a certain trombone player. i'll call him JS. JS smells bad. very bad. so bad, in fact, that i decided to wash his shoe. Surrounded by my flutey friends and the other trombones, i emptied a water bottle into his shoe. there was a hole in the toe of his shoe and all the water seeped out slowly. the entire room was laughing in the OMGLMAO way. then! JS walks in. sitting in a chair, he puts his shoe on. i can't miss this opportunity to mock him, so i say, "hey JS, isn't amazing how much your feet sweat (room giggles) during the day? especially in band camp?" he replied, stone-faced, "yeah, your right." and then he walked out, water squishing out of his shoe onto the floor and us holding out guts, LOAO (laughing our a** off). to this day he thinks that was sweat. poor naive soul... but it was so funny...
[Raesha]

There Goes a Chicken!
It was around 4:45 (about 15 minutes until band practice was over for the day). Mr. F. (for short..for privacy reasons) was standing on his lookout. We were all stopped in a set, and he was fixing the Susaphones, our Susaphone's tend to get a little jumbbled from time to time. Anyways, Mr. F. was fixing the Susaphone, and looked down at out Drum Major, mouth open in attempt to ask a question. Well, since we live in the country, wild things like to come out of the wood and onto the bands practice field. So, Mr. F was starting to ask a question. All of a sudden, this chicken comes running out of the woods, and Mr. F. looks at it, watching it run across the back of the field were no one was at. Suddenly, he pointed at it and shouts. "Hey! There goes a chicken!"
So now when Mr. F has an ADD moment, forgets something, or gets off track he (or the band) says "There goes a chicken!" and we all start laughing.
[Kailynn]

The Accident

Our marching band was in a parade competition and us flags were put at the head of the band. Well we turned a corner and all of us were doing this really fast move. I'm doing this move and the flag hits my leg, bounces off and whacks the person in front of me and all 10,000 some people in the stands laughed at us. And that's just the beginning. A few minutes later, when we were repeating the routine and on the same exact move another one of our girls hit herself in the nose and got a bloody nose in front of the judges. Plus we do an exchange with the person next to us so with a bloody nose, she does the exchange and the blood on the flag gets the other girl all bloody and we all kept marching through the entire parade. But we got first place, so its alright.
[Rhymes With Orange]