Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Orange Boy, because he was wearing an orange t-shirt.
One day, Orange Mum took Orange Boy to Ikea. While she was having a meal at the cafeteria, she allowed Orange Boy to go into the playpen to play with the other kids.
Meanwhile, a boy named Green boy (because he was wearing a green t-shirt) arrived with his mother.
Green Mum gave Green Boy five pieces of Daim chocolate candy and said, “Be a good boy and you can eat this later, okay? I put on this table first.”
She put the chocolates on the table surrounding the playpen as Green Boy nodded obediently. She walked off.
Now, Orange Boy was in the playpen pretending to be a space pilot. His eyes lit up when he saw the chocolates on the table. He rushed to the table and grabbed the whole handful of them.
Orange Mum, who was only a little away, saw what happened and scurried to Orange Boy.
“Boy, you cannot take that. It doesn’t belong to you! Put it down.”
Orange Boy put the chocolates back sullenly. But as Orange Mum returned to her seat, he swooped down on them again.
Once again, Orange Mum abandoned her food to dispense parental guidance.
“Boy, I told you already, you cannot take other people’s things! Nah, I give you your own sweet.”
With that, she magically plucked a single Daim chocolate candy from her pocket and gave it to Orange Boy, making him put the others back.
Orange Boy waited for Orange Mum to go back to her seat. Then, again, he grabbed the chocolates that didn’t belong to him.
Orange Mum slapped her forehead and trudged wearily back to Orange Boy.
“Stop that! Nah, I give you another one. Don’t take other people’s things!!”
As Orange Mum walked back to her seat, Orange Boy looked at the two sweets in his hands. He looked at his mother. He looked at the five on the table. He’s excited about his newfound ability to make sweets grow. He grabbed the five pieces again.
Orange Mum sighed loudly, rolled her eyes and continued eating.
At this time, Green Boy, to whom the five stolen pieces of Daim belonged, was oblivious to this daylight thievery, so engrossed was he in being a pirate captain.
Unchallenged finally, Orange Boy happily hugged his ill-gotten gains as he flew around the playpen, pretending to be a jet fighter.
Now, this jet fighter was flying on empty. It ran out of fuel after a few minutes and had to stop. Orange Boy decided to go back to being a space pilot because that was more fun (and less tiring).
But he needed both hands to pilot a spacecraft and the hands in question were at this moment busy holding Daim chocolates. So, Orange Boy thought of a plan. He went to the table and set his sweets down, all seven pieces of them.
With his hands now free, he ran back to his spaceship and took the wheel.
Now, Green Mum must have been watching all this in silence from somewhere. The moment the chocolates were back on the table, she marched up to them, grabbed them all, including the two that belonged to Orange Boy, and called for Green Boy.
“Boy, it’s time to go. Take your sweets, let’s go.”
Ever so obedient, Green Boy came running over, accepted his sweets and followed after his mother.
Orange Boy’s eyes widened in shock. His chocolates were walking away! He looked towards his mother for guidance but Orange Mum pretended not to notice and looked away.
So the thief became the victim and the victim became the thief, and only one boy lived happily ever after.