But Jerry wasn't just satisfied with hoodwinking NASA. He also convinced the Navy to give him training on a T-45 flight simulator.

It should be noted here that a T-45 flight "simulator" is an actual flying jet. Seriously.

Jerry just seems to have that special mix of crazy and ballsy that lets him fool both NASA and the Navy for the thankfully brief span of... eight months.

So, to recap, both NASA and the Navy--staffed by folks highly trained in keeping secrets and checking backgrounds--were fooled into giving tours of top-secret facilities and discussing very sensitive information with a guy who, when busted, insisted Bill Clinton was his lawyer.

And How Did That Work Out For Him?

Even in a pre-9/11 world, the one group you don't want to really mess with is the U.S. government. Once caught, Whitrredge faced up to five years in jail and a $250,000 fine for impersonating a federal employee.

All that and he never even got to go to space.

Wendy had a few tricks up her sleeve. First, she had a 15-year-old daughter who, thankfully, didn't live at home. Second, Wendy lived through the great Body Switching Movies Era of the 80s, a time when any stressed out adult with a regret or two could magically trade places with his or her son or daughter. Having no access to the demon wizardry that made those switches possible, she settled for the next best thing: pretending to be her daughter and enrolling in high school. So she could become a cheerleader.

Her yearbook photo was not flattering.

And How Did That Work Out For Her?

Not so awesome. Unless you consider felony identity theft charges and the ridicule of a nation "awesome," in which case, yeah... things turned out great! According to high school officials, despite looking like a world-weary truck driver with smoker's growl, her demeanor was that of a high school girl.

This woman earned a spot on the cheer squad. Presumably, there wasn't a lot of competition.

And what's even creepier was the fact that Brown inhabited her daughter so completely that she talked about being sad about moving out of Nevada and missing her friends.

Even creepier still, she didn't actually get caught until her check for her cheerleading uniform bounced. Had it not, she'd probably still be there, in her mid-30s, ragging about how her parents get her down while secretly experiencing her first symptoms of pre-menopause.

In August 2000, the stage manager of a Hong Kong classical venue got a call from someone asking if he would he be interested in booking the entire Moscow Philharmonic for a couple of shows. As the Moscow Philharmonic is among the most respected orchestras in the world, the manager pretty much took this as a gift from the gods of Hong Kong (Buddhas?) and enthusiastically said yes.

"Praise Buddha(s)."

So this large orchestra came, rehearsed and performed in front of about 10,000 Hong Kongians. And then they left, no doubt with unknowingly-impregnated groupies in their wake. All's well that ends well, yeah? Not exactly. Because they weren't actually the Moscow Philharmonic Orchestra.

The real MPH was touring Europe, and members were pretty shocked to read about their great performances in Hong Kong, which, after two weeks of research, we discovered is not in Europe.

The yellow sections are verified as "Not Europe."
Research for the orange section is ongoing.

So apparently a very large, very talented group of Russian con men put together an insanely spot-on impersonation that fooled thousands of people.

And How Did That Work Out For Them?

It turns out this is something you can totally get away with. Seriously, try it.

You'll need a furry hat. Mustaches are encouraged but not mandatory.

To this day, no one knows who these people were, where they came from or where they went. All anyone knows is that they were probably Russian musicians who couldn't cut it with the real Philharmonic, that they made over $30,000 from their Hong Kong concerts, and that they played well enough to fool 10,000 people, including the critics who gave them great reviews.

And How Did That Work Out For Him?

Everyone sort of took the whole thing as a prank, which was totally appropriate considering an Andy Kaufman project was involved. Oldman himself wasn't so amused, though. In fact, he was annoyed enough to call Tufano directly, when the following conversation apparently took place:

Gary Goddamn Oldman: Mark? Mark? It's Gary.

Mark Tufano: What do you want?

Gary Goddamn Oldman: You've been me, haven't you? You can't be me. You can't be me.

No, Tufano. You can't be Gary Oldman. Ultimately Tufano claimed that Oldman told him he was a good actor, and let him go on his merry way. Either that or he murdered Gary Oldman and took his place. But that's just impossible. Right?

Right????

And apparently he looked enough like him and knew enough about his past that everyone went along with his story, including--wait for it--the original Martin's wife, who this medieval Don Draper was quick to knock up.

"Trust me. I'm Martin. Have a cocktail."

And then things really got weird. Real Martin's uncle eventually concluded this new, virile Martin was a fraud, especially when a passing soldier commented that he knew the real Martin, and that the real Martin looked a little different. Specifically, he had one fewer leg, having lost his in the war.

Pictured: A minor detail

So the imposter is accused of fraud in a highly dramatic trial, and Fake Martin loses. He is sentenced to death.

But OH SNAP... Fake Martin then appealed to higher authorities, and had his accusers arrested on perjury. And his new judges were going for his version of the story, too, when in a twist the writers of Scooby-Doo would envy, the REAL Marty actually showed up in the middle of the trial.

And he would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn't for that meddling, peg-legged, peasant.

Wooden leg and all. Fake Martin's multi-year, multi-babymaking jig was up.

And How Did That Work Out For Him?

Spoiler Alert!

In execution, obviously. It was the Middle Ages. You couldn't go around getting women pregnant in another man's name and expect to live to tell the tale. It wasn't until after his official conviction that Fake Martin confessed, apologized and revealed how he almost got away with the whole thing. Two strangers had once confused him for the real Guerre and filled him in on all the details he needed to get his start.

As for the real Martin Guerre, he had just been chilling at a monastery after his time in the army. And the fact he and his wooden leg showed up just as the trial of his wife and uncle was under way was just a coincidence. An awesome coincidence.