Raffles, Master Criminal

Does this look like the face of a master criminal to you? See how cute he is, you'd never believe he'd be capable of grand theft, would you?

Let me tell you a little tale ... picture the scene: late Sunday night ... 1.00 am in fact. A certain beautiful scrapwebshop owner (we'll call her Miss K) falls exhaustedly into bed, having had virtually no sleep the night before due to cybercropping all night. At her side her handsome and debonair companion (Mr C), due to leave at 5.00 am for a trip to London. Miss K falls asleep almost as soon as her head hits the pillow. Her pleasant dreams are disturbed at 2.30 am by Mr C, with the urgent words 'I can't find my wallet and I can't fill the van with petrol without it'. Roused from her restful slumber Miss K drags herself out of bed and downstairs with Mr C to embark on a long and fruitless search for the missing wallet ... more than two hours later she succumbs to exhaustion and heads back to bed ...

8.20 am. Mr C wakes Miss K (again) urgently telling her that it's late and she needs to wake up. He goes in search of Mr E, who is found snoring gently in his bed. At first, on Mr C's frantic attempts to wake him up, Mr E grumbles 'go 'way Daddy, I tired', but on Mr C's immortal words of 'have you seen Daddy's wallet anywhere', Mr E is wide awake and sitting up in seconds.

He giggles.

He giggles again.

'Ethan hid Daddy's wallet' he says.

He giggles uncontrollably for several seconds, and then leads Mr C to the hidden chamber where he has stashed the loot ...

Miss K and Mr C reflect bitterly on the sleep lost whilst searching for the stolen wallet.

Mr C says 'I'll deal with you later, young man' and departs for London.

Miss K spends the day in an exhaustion induced coma of sorts.

Mr E thinks he's funny. Miss K has hidden her purse.