"Are we even allowed to do this?"
"Shhh! Well, technically, no, but...."
"Let's just be quick."
"Don't be a chicken-we're just getting some food."
The two young accomplices opened the fridge as quietly as they could manage, grabbed the ice cream, two spoons, and like a bullet shot up the stairs. As they dove under the sheets, ice cream in hand the kitchen light turned on and they heard their mother looking around. She paused. The boys froze.
"Do you think she heard us?"
The light turned off in answer.
"That was close."