Yeah, there was something like that for me too.
I can hear dear old dad shouting, "Why are all these other kids here? Who are they? Are we feeding them too? Don't you ever go to their parents' home and use up their stuff?"
The mutual destruction of homes sometimes did also result in calls from one parent to another and resulting ass-whoopings.
Name-dropping time. We had a neighborhood rec center with a pool. Beach volleyball legend Kent Steffes' brother used to work as a lifeguard there, not very hard I might add. His primary skills were sinking the diving board into the water and passing out on the pool table, giving it terrible table curve; I have since become an expert at identifying causes of unfavorable table curve at bar pool tables. But what he was really good at was yelling us kids to not run around the pool, would make us walk laps around as punishment, gave us trouble at being too young in the jacuzzi, overall nagging, etc. etc.
One time I had enough when he said I was walking too fast around the pool as punishment so I clicked my heels together, yelled "Jawohl mein Fuhrer" and started goose-stepping. Got banned for a week (I still snuck in). It was funny as fuck because all my friends were there to witness it, my mom heard about on the phone before I got home, she was laughing too hard to truly lay down any law, just "why did you ALSO have to goose step"?
Good times in the neighborhood.
Ring cams have also destroyed the childhood neighborhood camaraderie of ding-dong ditch and TPing houses. I shudder to think what we would have down to Amazon packages. Oh we wouldn't have stolen them but...