When I wer' a lad, there was this hoity-toity snobby-like family, who always had everything. Posh clothes, posh school. posh accents. Anyway they always used to have a big bonfire on November 5th - they had been collecting the wood for weeks. So one year, I lit the damned thing up for them before bonfire night and legged it away fast as I could. They only had a few fireworks after that, and no bonfire.
It just seemed like something out of a kids comic, you know where Dennis the Menace gets his own back on Snooty Jim or someone...
Wouldn't do it now though - couldn't run away as fast !!!