I don't think I've ever shared this story here before, but forgive me if I have.
Once, during a slumber party I was hosting for my friends (I was maybe 11 at the time), my dad decided to put on The Birds and turn off all of the lights.
Halfway through the movie, when all of us little girls were suitably scared, my dad comes strolling by us on his way to the kitchen.
The kitchen had a door that led to the garage and as he walked by it, he turned to us and asked if we heard anything.
We all shook our heads, numb with this sudden creepy addition to our already rattled nerves.
He told us to turn down the TV and he sloooowly turned the knob and creaked open the door just a bit.
Then, he suddenly throws it open and starts yelling and flailing about as if he was being attacked by the birds.
Man, you ain't never seen girls scream and run like that ever.
He always pulled stuff like that one us.
And we fell for it every time.
Bwaahhaahaha... that's a riot... :-)