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”.