My juvenile delinquent friends and I would ring doorbells and run in the suburban neighborhoods of Maryland. I was afraid to pull doorbell pranks in my own house because of my Dad. We got caught by one of the neighborhood dad’s. He knocked us around until my friend, Stuart, cried some crocodile tears, and the dad let us go free.
My uncle would tell us how when he was younger, he would leave a burning bag of poop on the person's porch. The idea is they would stomp on the bag to put it out. His 'game' lacked the innocence of a ding ding ditch.
SUNDAY MONKEY WON'T PLAY PIANO SONG! PLAY PIANO SONG!!!If you have a friend or family member name of Michelle, its good to 'sing 'MICHELLE! MY BELLE!' at the top of your voice while smashing their doorbell repeatedly like you're playing Blanka in Streetfighter 2. They love that.