Still have my cap pistol, a real purty six-shooter just like my dad had. Another one I had was a bazooka, it was clear plastic tube, with a smaller tube fitted inside, had ping-pong balls in it and when you pumped air into it (kind of like a trombone slide, but it built up air pressure) out would pop one of the balls. But, we were never allowed to point any of our toy weaponry at anyone or live thing.

Cracker Jacks prizes suck, now, Allan!