Maximum Chaos Mode

You grab dad’s blowtorch and heat up the metal door handle until it’s glowing red-hot. It’s the most dangerous and spectacular trap you’ve ever attempted, and it requires perfect timing.

When Larry reaches for the handle, the result is immediate and dramatic. “YEEEOOOWWW!” he screams, jumping back and shaking his hand wildly.

“THAT’S IT!” Larry shouts. “I’M DONE! Martin, WE’RE LEAVING! THIS HOUSE IS CURSED!”

They flee into the night, and you’re pretty sure they’ll never come back. Mission accomplished, though you should probably let that door handle cool down before your parents get home.