[Kev]

When I was a teenager still living at home my Dad, brother and I got an idea for a great Halloween gag, “The Talking Pumpkin”. We lived in a single level duplex apartment that faced the street. The front of the house was just a few yards from the sidewalk. There was a small three foot square concrete step for a porch at the front door with planter areas on either side. We placed our pumpkin on a small stool there. There was a hedge on one side where we hid a speaker near the pumpkin and ran the wire for it into a window above. We had a small practice amplifier and a microphone set up and my Dad would talk into the mic while watching from a living room window. He had the window open enough so that he could hear what was said at the porch.


The first couple of kids were a little shocked and frightened when they heard the pumpkin talking to them. My Dad would say; “Hi, watcha got in the bag there?” and if the little guy didn’t run off screaming they’d answer something like; ”Candy.” My Dad would then say; “Ooh, I like candy, can I see?” the kid would say; “Sure.” and open his/her bag for the pumpkin to see. Well, this was a great hit in the neighborhood, there were kids lined up down the street waiting to talk to the pumpkin. We did this for a few years and there were people from far outlying areas bringing their kids to see “The Talking Pumpkin”.


The kids would lay down on the lawn in front of the pumpkin just fascinated, talking away. Their parents would sometimes have to drag them away crying because they didn’t want to leave. There was one time where a few teenagers thought they would spoil the party by doing the old grab and smash. They chose one of their ranks to do the dirty deed while the rest of them watched from the sidewalk close by. The perpetrator crept along the hedge toward the pumpkin right in line of sight to my Dad. Dad let him get right up to the porch and as he reached for the pumpkin Dad shouted into the mic; “HEY! What are you doing there?!” The kid nearly did a back flip and there may have been a wet spot in the front of his pants! His buddies nearly pissed themselves from laughing so hard. There were no more attempts on the pumpkin after that.


For two or three years after we stopped folks would show up asking about “The Talking Pumpkin”.

 

[mccombie_5]

LMAO!

Great story Kev!

 

[Ralph]

Other than ringing doorbells and running from those houses who would make us sing for our "treats", not much..

 

[mccombie_5]

Other than ringing doorbells and running from those houses who would make us sing for our "treats", not much..

I floured and egged my teachers car when i was 15

 

[Ralph]

I floured and egged my teachers car when i was 15

My Aunt is a teacher and I felt really bad for her a few years ago. She came over crying once. EVERY YEAR her house gets egged and it's hard to get that off from stucco. It's the "bad kids" like you that ruin Halloween!

Ya, her car was hit a few times too with eggs, maple syrup, etc....

My 1978 Dodge Monaco (which I prized:suspense: ) was egged by a girl who wanted me to take her to the HS Prom, and I CAUGHT HER and a couple friends doing it.

 

[Kev]

My Dad said when he was a kid he and a buddy did the old "Crap-N-A-Bag with Lighter Fluid" trick on the porch of a disliked teacher.


It worked.

 

[Ralph]

My Dad said when he was a kid he and a buddy did the old "Crap-N-A-Bag with Lighter Fluid" trick on the porch of a disliked teacher.


It worked.

I've only seen that on movies.

 

[Kev]

When I was a little guy, my Dad decided to dress up as a Mummy. He took Carol’s syrup and smeared it on his face and neck to make it sticky. Then he took cotton balls and pulled them apart and stuck them all over on the syrup. Last, he used my Mom’s facial masque and applied that over the cotton (yes, he said it was very uncomfortable). When it dried the effect was stunning! His face looked like it was thousands of years dead yet grotesquely preserved. It was deeply wrinkled and there were bits of cotton fuzz sticking out here and there, the color of the dried masque was a sickly gray. He put on some old rags and had his head hooded. He has naturally deep-set hazel eyes, very distinct and they stood out like light bulbs.

We were very involved at our church, which was having a Halloween party. We showed up and my Dad noticed that the Pastor’s wife wasn’t there. She was at home a couple of blocks away, entertaining a visiting Missionary. Well, my Dad decided that she shouldn’t miss out on seeing his great costume so he walked over to her house. Being the playful character that he is, he decided to have a little fun with them.

He walked quietly around the side of the house and saw the Pastor’s wife at the kitchen window cleaning some dishes. In a low and creepy voice he called out her name. She looked out her window into the dark and saw this horrible creature there. Of course she let out a scream to wake the dead! That wasn’t enough fun for Dad, he walked around to the back door and walked in. He called her name again saying; “……I’ve come for you…” She thought it was the Devil himself. Just before she threw the pan at him which she was holding, she recognized his eyes and said; “……is that you? Oh, I knew it all along!”

 

[mccombie_5]

I wouldnt do it to the nice teachers. Just this one. He was wicked. He taught tech drawing, he hated me, once he threw a board rubber at me, it hit me square on the head, so i threw it back and left a nice rectangle of clak on the back of his jacket. I got the cane for that.

So anyway, My pals and I borrowed my dads car and drove 12 miles to her house.

I remember the car destinctly. It was a white, 1970 Citroen SM.

Well it wasnt so white when we were done with it. First the eggs (two dozen) then three bags of flour.

My dad found out we borrowed his car, then found out what it was for. And thought it was wonderful.

 

[Ralph]

I think the problem with my aunt is that she is TOO nice, and when some kids sense weakness, they prey on that. Or when they don't fear reprocussions.

 

[Kev]

It wasn’t a bad neighborhood where I grew up, not really. Some of the older gang, a few years my senior, grew tired of running about smashing pumpkins. In fact, they saw other kids doing it and decided that they should become the “Champions of the Neighborhood” and rid it of the pesky scourge running around smashing folk’s pumpkins! So they devised a trap for the evil cretins.

Two of the gang, brothers, lived down toward the end of an alley. The group figured all they had to do was to lure the pumpkin smashers down the alley where they would be waiting to give them their just deserts. All they needed was the right bait so they stole a bunch of pumpkins with which to line the alley. I mean, who could resist such temptation! The plan was flawless!

In due time they were rewarded with a couple of victims…er…criminals (yeah, that’s it) working their way down, smashing the pumpkins as they went. When they got to the last pumpkin the guys pounced upon them from their places of hiding and proceeded to administer justice in the form of a sound thrashing. They were heroes! They were truly “Champions of the Neighborhood”!

Exhilarated with the success of their first triumph they set out to gather more bait. The second attempt did not go as well, in fact the crusade was only to last the one year. It was not hard for the police to follow the trail of pumpkin bits to the boys’ house. I was told later that their probation officers were very nice.

 

[SpeedyArizona]

Great stories, but I have one to share!

In my Junior year of HS, I HATED my biology teacher! She once made me serve an hour detention for chewing gum! Well anyway, my buddies and I were out walking around when we saw the victims house. We knew that this had to be a REAL prank, not just an egging or smashing her pumpkins (which we did also), this was something to be remembered for.

We all had on black shirts or sweatshirts, blue jeans, and a hat (it was cold in Iowa). All of us went to one of my buddy's house to get water, feathers from a torn pillow, eggs of course, maple syrup, 2 buckets and pizza sauce. While we did this, we also devised a plan of attack.

We congregated back at her house with the items in hand, and went to work. We dumped the feathers in one bucket, and shook out the jar of pizza sauce in the smaller bucket. A few eggs were placed carefully near the front door, not to disturb her. There were a few bushes on the right side of the door, and the left was open to the elements, so 2 of us hid behind the bushes, and the other 2 were standing smack-dab in front of door.

To get her attention I ran and rang the doorbell, and she promptly opened it to accidently step on the eggs, and when she looked down, all of us popped up! First, one buddy squirted the syrup from the nozzle of the bottle, the second threw the bucket of pizza sauce on her neck/head area, and the third threw the whole big bucket of pillow feathers on her. AND WE RAN LIKE HELL!!

The next day at school, she informed the class of the "incident" and wanted to know the culprits. Nobody raised their hand, but a few snickered. I don't think she does know, to this day, who did that to her! I had the time of my life, but I think I've matured a bit since then.

 

[DopeStar 156]

Let's see... Well there's the one where me and my friend dressed up as two very realistic looking zombies in the gated community he lived in. What we did was hid in bushes and when people walked by, we'd fall out of the bushes onto them and start clawing at them slowly and trying to bite them. We had fake blood oozing out of our mouthes and we would bleed on them and try to bite their necks, arms and ankles. We'd then fall to the ground and claw at their ankles. We did this to little kids and adults alike. That was my favorite Halloween! We freaked those yuppies the **** OUT!

 

[davesdeville]

Lets see... some douchebags up the street egged my moms Volvo a few years ago. Their house cought on fire the next day (No, it wasn't me) so I decided not to do anything back to them. Karma can be hillarious.

And that puking pumpkin pic is awesome Kev.

 

[Kev]

Let's see... Well there's the one where me and my friend dressed up as two very realistic looking zombies in the gated community he lived in. What we did was hid in bushes and when people walked by, we'd fall out of the bushes onto them and start clawing at them slowly and trying to bite them. We had fake blood oozing out of our mouthes and we would bleed on them and try to bite their necks, arms and ankles. We'd then fall to the ground and claw at their ankles. We did this to little kids and adults alike. That was my favorite Halloween! We freaked those yuppies the **** OUT!

Haha! That would have been very dangerous in my neighborhood! Even the little kids would have been kicking and punching you. :want: :histeric:

And that puking pumpkin pic is awesome Kev.

Thanks Dave, it is a classic! I can only take credit for finding it on the web though.

 

[DopeStar 156]

Haha! That would have been very dangerous in my neighborhood! Even the little kids would have been kicking and punching you. :want: :histeric:

Haha never got the opportunity, they just booked it. Some kid's dad started screaming at us but we just got up and kept shuffling towards him roaring and drooling. No matter what happened we wouldn't break character.

 

[addison_ii]

You guys have some hilarious stories. Nice puking pumpkin pic, Kev. I might try the maple syrup mummy.

 

[Ralph]

You guys have some hilarious stories. Nice puking pumpkin pic, Kev. I might try the maple syrup mummy.

Maple syrup is not cheap ya know! It's not like it grows on trees!!!

 

[Adam]

good stories guys! very funny.

when i was 5 (my parents told me this) i was in my hockey uniform because i wanted to be what i was for Halloween. i went to a house and this guy ran out with a werewolf costume on howling and all that yelling. i hit him in the nuts with my hockey stick... layed him out ya'll!

 

[DopeStar 156]

good stories guys! very funny.

when i was 5 (my parents told me this) i was in my hockey uniform because i wanted to be what i was for Halloween. i went to a house and this guy ran out with a werewolf costume on howling and all that yelling. i hit him in the nuts with my hockey stick... layed him out ya'll!

HAHAHA! DECKED! LOL! Niiiiiiiiice.