My sister is 4 years younger than me. When she was a junior in highschool, she threw a slumber party. Well, all the guys thought it would be a cute thing to raid the slumber party by toilet papering the entire house. I gave two shits less about it EXCEPT... they also took it upon themselves to toilet paper my brand new Sportster. Big big big big big no no.
We heard them doing it and I saw them doing the bike out the back window. I waited for a minute and they started to leave. I ducked out the back door and flanked them as they ran to their car parked one street over.
I was pissed as hell and was well into my college drinking 'Full Monty'. I am a pretty big guy. I let out a battle yell as I charged and they all scattered.
Like a tiger, I zeroed in on the one kid who was doing the bike. He was a tiny little shit who could run his butt off. Later on he won some state track award.
I don't know how I did it, but I caught the punk. He was scared shitless because my propensity for beserking during a fist fight in school was legendary.
I dragged him 3 blocks back to the house and made him take the toilet paper off of the bike. He was bawling like a little girl with snot bubbles coming out of his nose. I guess I really scared the hell out of him.
I wasn't going to hurt the kid, I only made him clean the toilet paper off the bike. Still to this day, he will not come around if he knows that I am going to be in the area.