I have a video that shows someone putting one in their @$$- but it was emailed, not online, so I don’t have a link- if you want it, pm or email me.
I definitely had the Fright Factory, Mini-Dragons, and Creeple Peeple. I remember some of the others (Giant Creepy Crawlers, Fighting Men, Fun Flowers), but probably didn’t own them personally. I also had Incredible Edibles (which used “Gobble-De-Goop” instread of Plastigoop).
You guys were so lucky to have all those cool toys! All we had were aerosol cans, matches and gasoline.
I had the set that had some from every set. Somebody else had Incredible Edibles. They also had the toy that shaped Tootsie Roll Flavor Rolls. You could buy refill packs. A couple years latter the Flavor Rolls were in the candy section. They had a grape flavor I wish was in the current ones.
It wasn’t technically a toy, but as teenagers we played tag with bb guns. We’d don several sweatshirts, gloves, goggles and a minibike helmet, load up, and run around the backyard firing at each other. Good times.
Nobody has mentioned cap pistols yet. And caps. Take one big red roll of caps, a hammer and a brick and BOOM!
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Dang, I was going to mention cap guns. And yes, we also abused the cap rolls with a hammer. We also had the creepy crawlers and my parents also allowed my brother and me to have bottle rockets at around age nine. Lawn darts were also a favorite of ours.
Clearly safety was not a huge issue with my parents.
You can do that with packs of paper matches too, with the extra added bonus that they tend to fragment on impact and throw burning sulphur.
I remember taking those red, white and blue boxes of caps and hitting the entire box with a hammer.
Model.
Airplane.
Glue.
Burning model airplanes. I’d forgotten.
I was annoyed that if you unrolled caps and set them on fire, the first explosion blew the burning part off and extinguished the roll. 
Ahhh, firewoks, BB guns and models.
My Dad once built a really cool model ship, he spent hours and hours on the rigging, ropes, etc. It took him almost a month to finish it.
One day not too long after he completed it, a friend suggested we take it out to this little pond nearby, where we proceeded to bomb it with cherry bombs and shoot it with BB’s until we finally sank it.
For us, it was a major vistory over those imaginary pirates.
My father was, ah, less than amused. Needless to say, I had trouble sitting for a couple days!
That is just friggin awesome.
I had a chemistry set. I mixed everything that said “Flammable” together and was very disappointed when it didn’t explode.
Good memories from some of these toys!
My first answer was in the op, the glass (or hard acrylic) Click-Clacks. I loved those things. My brother and I had a set and his was purple glitter, and mine was blue. His blew up into a million pieces, and mom decided that was enough. But, no harm done. But I hit myself a number of times while practicing with those things. No different than a yo-yo in terms of skull pain on a failed around the world trick.
Shrinky Dinks was another that was already mentioned. Are those still made? I know they made a comeback after they died, so I assumed they somehow made those safer, but I had my share of burn scars from those damn plastic things… Nothing greater than a toy that requires a kid to play with an oven!
The fireworks that I remember most fondly I believe were called Roman Candles, although I could be wrong. They were tubes that fired about 10 glowing objects in the air, but we held them and shot them at each other. I still don’t know what was in those things or what would have happened if we actually hit each other. After the parents saw that, we had a heavy dose of sparklers…
One sad note: I had a classmate die from getting hit in the head with a lawn dart. I still can’t believe they pulled them off the market, because a kid can die falling off of a bike, and accidents can happen with just about anything… but the occasional death does happen. I imagine getting clunked in the head with a horse shoe could kill you too.
Wimp. We soaked the roll in gasoline first.
We would throw bottle rockets, but we would hold roman candles to shoot at each other.
For that matter we used to have BB Gun fights!
Elitist. We couldn’t afford Roman candles. Bottle rockets were a dime a dozen on July 5th.
You know, here in NH anyone can buy fireworks the size of a milk crate which are capable of launching multiple flaming projectiles into low earth orbit. But you can’t buy bottle rockets. Go figure.