Post by halsca on Sept 9, 2005 13:03:54 GMT -5
A while back I pulled a great sticky prank on my girlfriend using 20 large bags of Gummi Bears; it was worth all the trouble and expense. Here is basically what I did. I had an apartment unit to paint and she was helping out. She called me up and told me she was on her way down, this would give me around an hour to get things set up.
I went down to the store room. This store room used to be the laundromat but due to vandalism we’ve closed it to the tenants. I have my own washer and dryer in there and next to them is a large industrial type sink. On the other side is a work bench and some shelves. On the shelves are cans of paint and the usual stuff you’d find in any maintenance storeroom. I also have a couple my bikes and camping stuff stored in there too along with a large microwave oven one of the tenants left behind. All it needed was a fuse to fix it, the stuff people toss out never ceases to amaze me.
I got a large round microwavable container it could hold a gallon. I then added the contents of one of the 16oz bags. I nuked it for 3 minutes on medium. The microwave has a turntable. I took about 45 seconds or so before they started to melt, after maybe a minute and a half some of them had liquefied. I stopped the oven and stirred them up a bit. I continued heating them, after 3 minutes they were fully melted, I then added the contents of another bag and gave them another 3 minutes. I kept repeating the process until I had them all melted down.
Here’s where it gets tricky you have to keep a close eye on them to make sure they don’t boil over. After adding a few bags the heat of the already melted stuff kicks in and you don’t need as much time to melt the additional ones. You do need to keep stirring it around to make sure it heats evenly. The whole process took about 20 minutes. The gallon container was almost full of a rusty reddish brown liquid that had the consistency of 90wt gear oil. I would say the melted stuff was over 200 degrees Fahrenheit, it was super hot I needed to use rags to handle the container so be careful.
Now came the tricky part. I had to wait until my old lady arrived. Every few minutes I’d give the stuff a 30 second blast at full power to keep the stuff really hot and thin. I kept going back and forth from between the parking lot and the storeroom. This was the hardest part; I knew the rest would be easy.
Finally she arrived and I ran back to the storeroom and poured some of the melted Gummi candy into an empty paint can and the rest on the floor right in front of the work bench. I then tipped the can over by the puddle to make it look like the “glue” came out of the can when it fell and tipped over. I KNEW where she was going to have to stand to get the masking tape hanging up on a peg on the wall. The paint can by the way was purchased empty at a paint supply house and had “glue” written on it with a magic marker. There are several such cans on the shelf under the workbench, it looked like the can fell of the shelf and spilled its contents on the floor. I know how to make things look realistic, I am a master prankster.
I then turned off the light and left the room closing the door behind me. Susan was knocking on my door when I came up the steps, when she asked where I was I told her I was checking out the front lawn. We then started working on the unit we were going to paint.
I gave it about half an hour to cool off. Now remember the stuff was poured out on a concrete floor, the puddle was about 3 feet across, there was no way she was going to miss it. I know what your thinking how could she not help seeing it when she enters the room. I’ve got that part figured out too, I know what I’m doing.
The room has only one window which has plywood nailed over it too keep people from breaking in, where I live isn’t that great of a neighborhood. Even with the door open the room is pretty dark towards the back wall where the workbench is up against. Now you ask why she doesn’t just turn on the light. The only source of light comes from a single 150 watt bulb in the center of the ceiling and to turn it on you have to pull an old fashion chain type switch and my poor Boopie is too short to reach it.
We start working Sue does the trim and I follow up with the roller. She was painting in the living room and I was doing the bathroom. Ok a half an hour has passed and I give Sue the key to the storeroom and ask her to get some more masking tape. She knows right where it is, Sue will unlock the door and walk straight in without turning on the light just like she’s done hundreds of times before, only this time she had a huge gummy trap waiting for her.
Susan is a great helper; she never balks or whines about being a gofer and quickly complies and heads towards the storeroom. I give her a few seconds then I “remember” that I have to get another paint roller. I arrive just as Sue is walking in; I wait with my heart pounding away. I hear these splat, splat, stick splat sounds. Then I hear Sue swearing about something and more sticky splat sounds.
I enter and ask what wrong, she tells me to stay back because the floor is all sticky, she thinks the stepped into some spilled paint. I tell her to stay where she is so as not to make an even bigger mess. I turn on the light and there she is standing in the middle of the puddle. I can see where she first stepped into it, it was like she walked into a the biggest blob of melted gum in the world.
Now with the light on she finally gets a good look at what she’s standing in and tries to lift one of her shoes, as she does the whole bottom of it has hundreds of thick gooey strands of melted gummi candy streaming off of it. I can tell it took quite a bit of effort to pick it up only a couple of inches. She puts it back down and tries to lift the other one with the same result. The sticky snapping and popping noises drive shivers up my spine. I’ve never seen anyone step into a puddle of rat glue but it can’t be any better than this, it has much more stick than slick because it’s in a thin layer.
I shake my head and sort of make with this grossed out expression then break out with this grin and say looks like your stuck pretty good there girl look at the mess you’ve made. She’s not too happy and yells it’s not her fault that I’m to farking lazy to fix the light so she can reach it. She also “gently” sort of enquires how this sticky nuts got all over the floor. Sue is also just a wee bit angry about ruining her jogging shoes. I can’t really remember just what all she said because she talks pretty fast when she’s pissed off like that. I tell her to try and step back onto some news paper I’m starting to lay on the floor she tugs at her right shoe and PULLS HER FOOT CLEAN OUT OF IT and almost falls over, she has to steady herself by grabbing the workbench. The stuff is that sticky.
I could go on and on but to make a long story short she steps onto the news paper with her barefoot then reached down and unties her other shoe and pulls her foot out of it leaving it stuck to the floor too. I walk over reach down and pull her shoes out of the “glue” the stuff stretches about 4 feet before breaking. I toss her gummy shoes into the sink. I tell her that it was really old “contact glue” she stepped into and not to worry about her shoes because the stuff is water soluble and will wash off. She quickly calms down and has no reason to think that I planned it because I’m whining about how long it will take to clean up. It took about an hour to clean up; it was worth all the trouble.
I used a tool called a “mutt” to scrape off the majority of the now hardened but still super sticky Gummi candy off the floor rinsing it off from time to time under hot running water from the sink. I then used hot water, Tide and a mop to get the rest of it.
It was pretty easy to clean up Susan’s shoes, I just held them under the running hot water and the Gummi candy quickly dissolved. Now remember this was an industrial type sink and had a 2 ½ inch drain pipe, your average kitchen sink only had a 1 ½ inch one. I still made sure to let hot water run for about 10 minutes to make sure all the gummy residue was washed out of the trap.
Sue came down a couple of times, she even offered to help me clean it up but I told her to just keep on painting the apartment. She wasn’t mad anymore and even apologized for yelling at me earlier. What a gal. After cleaning the soles of her shoes under running water I tossed them into the washer and ran the trough the gentle cycle. After they were dry they were good as new.
Melted Gummi candy is every bit as sticky as rat glue and much easier to clean up. There is only one problem with using large quantities like I did, the stuff is expensive and I ended up spending about 35 dollars to pull this stunt off. In my case I just washed it down the drain but the stuff looks like it’s reusable. Just scrape it up and put it in a sealable container of some sort and put it in the refrigerator until the next time. Then just reheat and have some sticky fun. Now remember I poured it out on a concrete floor it was about 1/8 inch thick, if you are using it in a pan of some other type of container where it deeper than that it’s going to take quiet a bit longer to cool. The nature of stuff like that is that it will cool from the outside in so it’s possible to be cool enough on the outside to touch but be scalding hot in the center so please be careful. It’s better to err on the side of caution that to get a serious burn. ;D
I went down to the store room. This store room used to be the laundromat but due to vandalism we’ve closed it to the tenants. I have my own washer and dryer in there and next to them is a large industrial type sink. On the other side is a work bench and some shelves. On the shelves are cans of paint and the usual stuff you’d find in any maintenance storeroom. I also have a couple my bikes and camping stuff stored in there too along with a large microwave oven one of the tenants left behind. All it needed was a fuse to fix it, the stuff people toss out never ceases to amaze me.
I got a large round microwavable container it could hold a gallon. I then added the contents of one of the 16oz bags. I nuked it for 3 minutes on medium. The microwave has a turntable. I took about 45 seconds or so before they started to melt, after maybe a minute and a half some of them had liquefied. I stopped the oven and stirred them up a bit. I continued heating them, after 3 minutes they were fully melted, I then added the contents of another bag and gave them another 3 minutes. I kept repeating the process until I had them all melted down.
Here’s where it gets tricky you have to keep a close eye on them to make sure they don’t boil over. After adding a few bags the heat of the already melted stuff kicks in and you don’t need as much time to melt the additional ones. You do need to keep stirring it around to make sure it heats evenly. The whole process took about 20 minutes. The gallon container was almost full of a rusty reddish brown liquid that had the consistency of 90wt gear oil. I would say the melted stuff was over 200 degrees Fahrenheit, it was super hot I needed to use rags to handle the container so be careful.
Now came the tricky part. I had to wait until my old lady arrived. Every few minutes I’d give the stuff a 30 second blast at full power to keep the stuff really hot and thin. I kept going back and forth from between the parking lot and the storeroom. This was the hardest part; I knew the rest would be easy.
Finally she arrived and I ran back to the storeroom and poured some of the melted Gummi candy into an empty paint can and the rest on the floor right in front of the work bench. I then tipped the can over by the puddle to make it look like the “glue” came out of the can when it fell and tipped over. I KNEW where she was going to have to stand to get the masking tape hanging up on a peg on the wall. The paint can by the way was purchased empty at a paint supply house and had “glue” written on it with a magic marker. There are several such cans on the shelf under the workbench, it looked like the can fell of the shelf and spilled its contents on the floor. I know how to make things look realistic, I am a master prankster.
I then turned off the light and left the room closing the door behind me. Susan was knocking on my door when I came up the steps, when she asked where I was I told her I was checking out the front lawn. We then started working on the unit we were going to paint.
I gave it about half an hour to cool off. Now remember the stuff was poured out on a concrete floor, the puddle was about 3 feet across, there was no way she was going to miss it. I know what your thinking how could she not help seeing it when she enters the room. I’ve got that part figured out too, I know what I’m doing.
The room has only one window which has plywood nailed over it too keep people from breaking in, where I live isn’t that great of a neighborhood. Even with the door open the room is pretty dark towards the back wall where the workbench is up against. Now you ask why she doesn’t just turn on the light. The only source of light comes from a single 150 watt bulb in the center of the ceiling and to turn it on you have to pull an old fashion chain type switch and my poor Boopie is too short to reach it.
We start working Sue does the trim and I follow up with the roller. She was painting in the living room and I was doing the bathroom. Ok a half an hour has passed and I give Sue the key to the storeroom and ask her to get some more masking tape. She knows right where it is, Sue will unlock the door and walk straight in without turning on the light just like she’s done hundreds of times before, only this time she had a huge gummy trap waiting for her.
Susan is a great helper; she never balks or whines about being a gofer and quickly complies and heads towards the storeroom. I give her a few seconds then I “remember” that I have to get another paint roller. I arrive just as Sue is walking in; I wait with my heart pounding away. I hear these splat, splat, stick splat sounds. Then I hear Sue swearing about something and more sticky splat sounds.
I enter and ask what wrong, she tells me to stay back because the floor is all sticky, she thinks the stepped into some spilled paint. I tell her to stay where she is so as not to make an even bigger mess. I turn on the light and there she is standing in the middle of the puddle. I can see where she first stepped into it, it was like she walked into a the biggest blob of melted gum in the world.
Now with the light on she finally gets a good look at what she’s standing in and tries to lift one of her shoes, as she does the whole bottom of it has hundreds of thick gooey strands of melted gummi candy streaming off of it. I can tell it took quite a bit of effort to pick it up only a couple of inches. She puts it back down and tries to lift the other one with the same result. The sticky snapping and popping noises drive shivers up my spine. I’ve never seen anyone step into a puddle of rat glue but it can’t be any better than this, it has much more stick than slick because it’s in a thin layer.
I shake my head and sort of make with this grossed out expression then break out with this grin and say looks like your stuck pretty good there girl look at the mess you’ve made. She’s not too happy and yells it’s not her fault that I’m to farking lazy to fix the light so she can reach it. She also “gently” sort of enquires how this sticky nuts got all over the floor. Sue is also just a wee bit angry about ruining her jogging shoes. I can’t really remember just what all she said because she talks pretty fast when she’s pissed off like that. I tell her to try and step back onto some news paper I’m starting to lay on the floor she tugs at her right shoe and PULLS HER FOOT CLEAN OUT OF IT and almost falls over, she has to steady herself by grabbing the workbench. The stuff is that sticky.
I could go on and on but to make a long story short she steps onto the news paper with her barefoot then reached down and unties her other shoe and pulls her foot out of it leaving it stuck to the floor too. I walk over reach down and pull her shoes out of the “glue” the stuff stretches about 4 feet before breaking. I toss her gummy shoes into the sink. I tell her that it was really old “contact glue” she stepped into and not to worry about her shoes because the stuff is water soluble and will wash off. She quickly calms down and has no reason to think that I planned it because I’m whining about how long it will take to clean up. It took about an hour to clean up; it was worth all the trouble.
I used a tool called a “mutt” to scrape off the majority of the now hardened but still super sticky Gummi candy off the floor rinsing it off from time to time under hot running water from the sink. I then used hot water, Tide and a mop to get the rest of it.
It was pretty easy to clean up Susan’s shoes, I just held them under the running hot water and the Gummi candy quickly dissolved. Now remember this was an industrial type sink and had a 2 ½ inch drain pipe, your average kitchen sink only had a 1 ½ inch one. I still made sure to let hot water run for about 10 minutes to make sure all the gummy residue was washed out of the trap.
Sue came down a couple of times, she even offered to help me clean it up but I told her to just keep on painting the apartment. She wasn’t mad anymore and even apologized for yelling at me earlier. What a gal. After cleaning the soles of her shoes under running water I tossed them into the washer and ran the trough the gentle cycle. After they were dry they were good as new.
Melted Gummi candy is every bit as sticky as rat glue and much easier to clean up. There is only one problem with using large quantities like I did, the stuff is expensive and I ended up spending about 35 dollars to pull this stunt off. In my case I just washed it down the drain but the stuff looks like it’s reusable. Just scrape it up and put it in a sealable container of some sort and put it in the refrigerator until the next time. Then just reheat and have some sticky fun. Now remember I poured it out on a concrete floor it was about 1/8 inch thick, if you are using it in a pan of some other type of container where it deeper than that it’s going to take quiet a bit longer to cool. The nature of stuff like that is that it will cool from the outside in so it’s possible to be cool enough on the outside to touch but be scalding hot in the center so please be careful. It’s better to err on the side of caution that to get a serious burn. ;D
