Death by Pound Puppy
When I was about 5 years old, my mom decided to drop me off with my aunt at her office while she did business in town. As my aunt worked in the District 10 Department of Highways in Jackson, Kentucky, her job was utterly regular and somewhat dull unless something extraordinary happened–>lots of overtime, somebody got fired, that sort of thing.
As it was the middle of summer, nothing like that happened. Anyway, my mom rented a VHS video of Pound Puppies and dropped me off. My Aunt took me to the big conference room in the middle of the cinder-block building and plopped me in front of the television, daring me to move.