Me and my friends were in middle school, and being the prepubescent rabblerousers we were, we decided to light a rubber ducky on fire. As the unfortunate mallard smoldered in defeat, he let out a dying "Squeeee"
I decided he hadn't had enough, and proceeded to stomp on him. Still on fire, the bastard stuck to my foot, and I proceeded to flail my legs in the air while screaming like a little girl. I finally kicked him free, and then put my foot down - directly onto the still flaming duck. Repeat.
My friends didn't let that go for a LONG time, but in retrospect, it was pretty hilarious