I live in a rural area in southern nj. When my boys were little guys, I had them convinced we had a gummi bear hole in our back yard. During the day while working around the yard, I'd place a container of gummi bears back behind the old shed in the woods. After dark, bathed and in pajamas, my wife would bring the boys out onto the back deck to "watch Dad round up some gummi bears" from the gummie factory out back. I'd carry an identical container out onto the deck declaring it was time for a gummi hole raid. The boys would watch wide eyed as I trotted into the pitch dark woods. Switching containers, running as fast as I could and screaming "They're after me!!", I'd run back to the deck and shuffle everyone into the house, lock the door and shut the light. The kids thought this was the greatest thing. An endless supply of gummis in their own back yard. My sons are older now and still ask where the "gummie hole" is. I tell them only Daddy's are allowed to know.
