My youngest bro once flushed a smallish teddy bear in an upstairs bathroom... this as the after-dinner coffee for adults was concluding in the livingroom, on an evening my dad had invited his boss and spouse to our home to dine. Right, so that upstairs bath happened to be located over the front vestibule. The bro kept trying over and over again to make the bear "swim all the way down the hole" as he explained later, and the water kept overflowing... eventually seeping through to the junction box for the overhead lights in the vestibule just as the guests were being ushered through to the hallway for their coats. A couple sharp noises, a bright flash, the smell of smoke and total darkness in the front of the house ensued. Oh yeah, the memory of the bear that refused to swim remained famous for years. My dad's boss used to tousle the bro's hair on return visits and ask how that bear was doing...