I’d say the Nerf Modulus line is even closer.
I had a James Bond Attache Case in the mid 1960’s:
My dad must have thought it was pretty hilarious, given he worked at the CIA.
My buddies and I would do that, however, we used ancient rummage sale BB guns that didn’t have much oomph (once in a while they would get a good seal or whatever was normally lacking and would result in somebody digging a BB out from under their skin)
In the “things you can hold over your mom’s head for throwing out of the attic, when the attic could hold a lot more stuff” category.
Hey…remember this toy you threw out the moment I was out of the house to go to college…while it was safely in the attic, a big attic…so you could make room for 5000lbs of moth eaten fabric samples and back issues of better homes and garden, and quilters monthly to a make quilt that never was made. remember this toy. Ebay it now mom…go on… ebay it.
What I remember was what happened if the chute didn’t open and the rocket and amphibian astronaut penciled in.
Don’t go there, that way lies madness. My Aurora cars…I HAD A FREAKIN BATMOBILE!!!
Nope on the 'big birtha" class ones with a payload section. the frog would just splatter on take off.
Now, grass hoppers…they would come back okay…just a little disoriented.
Which probably means that the species best suited to take over the galaxy will probably have exoskeletons, well except for that thumb thing. .
Found this http://www2.estesrockets.com/pdf/2844_Estes_Math_of_Model_Rocketry_TN-5.pdf
Seems an Alpha can develop 20 g’s. Ouch. The exoskeletal thing sounds like a good basis for a SF story of human gene modding.
Obviously you had better parents than I did.
Does anyone remember the realistic battery powered squirt guns by Entertech from the 80’s? I had the one shaped like an uzi. Even had removable clips. I have no idea how those were legal.
Stuff like this makes me grateful I had grandmothers who were excellent bakers, taught me how to ride a bike and swim, and cheerfully boasted about the time they pointed a gun in some fascist’s or another’s face during WWII. Nothing like hearing a story like that mixed in with tips and tricks for icing a layer cake. My maternal grandmother taught me how to shoot a revolver.
Both were pro-gun control BTW.
Blowguns made from PVC conduit, darts of toothpicks and a paper cone, sunglasses for “safety”. Get someone just right and you could make the darts stick in your target’s forehead.
Well I’m the biggest liberal, socialist, eoropean pinko on this forum and I had one of these and loved it to death. Testosterone sometimes trumps (!) the brain.
I had one of these, lost the little white bullets pretty quick. Was finding them years later after the gun had been discarded. I remember filling the grenade with water and using as a crude squirt gun. Also had a Secret Agent Man briefcase that shot plastic bullets out of a hole in the side. Youth is wasted on the young.
Here’s whats’ really inside a CIA briefcase.
yep. I remember those. Then some cops shot a bunch of kids, and “realistic” squirt guns were banned.
As I recall, super soakers soon took over the market.
That’s both so tragic and so classic. It wasn’t the kids mishandling their guns, but the cops mishandling their guns.
I was the proud owner of a Johnny Seven OMA back then. It was a great, if bulky, toy. You lost all of the red, mini bullets almost immediately and, if you shot the grenade up onto the roof, it wasn’t coming down until a storm blew it down. But, the gun made you king of the battlefield.
A couple of friends had the Mattel M-16, and it was pretty sweet, too. Once kid also had an amazingly realistic Tommy gun.
If you had really bad parents they would have shot you themselves.
Or maybe he was tormented by the idea that other spies were living James Bond’s lifestyle, and they just weren’t telling him about it, because Secrets.