Just found this oldie of me and "the kids" -- we were stuck on the ground because of a severe winter storm in late summer 2003. We were parked adjacent to the Vice President's airplane, Air Force Two. (This is in Jackson Hole, Wyoming -- the Veep has a house there, the TFR for which resides permanently in my GPS...)
The guys had just come off a fire we dropped on a few days before, not too far from his house.
The ramp was crawling with Secret Service of course, and we sure got some serious looks, what with pulling up in an airplane with no DOOR, AND with crazed-looking guys with parachutes on, and lots of radios and knives clanking everywhere.
Of course, it really helped to keep things SMOOTH, that everytime we walked past them standing guard at their security perimeter around his airplane, my funny guys would talk into their wrist watches and pretend to be covert agents.
Fortunately, such highly-trained, intelligent people can recognize an impromptu circus troop from miles away, so we never even got scolded.