When I was a kid in elementary school we had a villain called the Phantom Pooper. Seriously. His MO was to drop a loaf in the darnedest places. Usually he would lay his pipe on the floor in the washrooms. He started with the boys washrooms but then even started going into the girls too. That drove us nuts with curiousity: was The Pooper female? Then (s)he got the coat room and the boot room. After a couple of months he had pretty much crapped himself everywhere and our janitor - poor Mr. Oscroft - was a gibbering nervous wreck.
You could always tell when the Phantom Pooper struck, too - the little girls would start screaming like loons, everyone would be going 'Ewwwwwww!!!!' at the top of their lungs, and half us boys would lose our own mud in delight at all the pandemonium. The teachers would scramble to the scene of the crime with quiet, cold fury.
What was it that drove the Phantom Pooper to
do his dirty deeds?
I swear that near the end, we had SWAT teams and armed guards on the lookout for The Phantom. The teachers were swearing vendettas against him in the classrooms. A few of us were rounded up and waterboarded for information - but nobody knew anything. Accusations flew every which way and I remember being hurt because nobody suspected me of doing it.
Then one day - he just stopped. The big kids told us little 'uns that Mr. Oscroft had captured The Phantom - and disposed of him in a painful and murderous way. Perhaps he moved away - a rash of copycats had broken out at other schools.
Maybe one day he just grew up and moved on. To this day I would love to know who it was.