There was the time my best mate at university and I dressed up like the PLO, sunglasses arab shemaghs, on College carnival day. Bought a couple of battery powered uzi water pistols, made saddle bags full of water from two old squashed buckets, to refill from, and jumped on my old suzuki 250 motorcycle. We rode up and down the college carnival floats soaking people. Got stopped by a policewomen whom my mate propmtly dumped a bucket of water over, and hot footed it back to the university grounds, down the central reservation of the dual carriage way. We had taken the precaution of removing the license plate. We hid the bike and spent the afternoon in a weed induced haze laughing ourselves stupid!
Probably get shot by the anti terrorist squad for it nowadays!
Oh well