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The Snack Time Heist by Daisy A.
Before you tell me this is my own fault, I would like to remind you that this whole "Preschool thing" was NOT my idea of September leisure. I would also like to make it clear that, as a toddler, it doesn't matter how illegal my actions were due to the fact that they were very impressive for my age and the humble, innocent life-length of three and a half years is considered an age when every toe I even slightly wriggle out of line to be the product of poor parenting. In conclusion, watch your step and give me some chocolate!
Allow me to start at the beginning. Picture this: I am minding my own business, eyes glued to the TV, when my parents saunter into the room. I would've interrogated them thoroughly about their unexplained ecstasy, had I not been engrossed in the episode of Peppa Pig in which Daddy Pig drops his keys down the drain.
"We have some wonderful news for you, Theo!" My Mother squealed. I rolled my eyes. Last time she came out with this, it was because she had found a monstrosity of a "big boy bed" on ebay.
"Give me strength, what now?" I sighed (I told you I'm impressive for my age!) " Heaven forbid you've found another race car bed!" She ignored this comment and delightedly exclaimed "Better! You've been accepted into Sunnyside Nursery School!" Uh-oh, this would not end well.
After two weeks of this dull quality of life, I have at last devised a genius plan. It is…
DAAN DAAN DAAAAAAN!
To raid the snack-time cupboard! No, I'm not talking about the pitiful raisins and apple juice cartons the children receive, I'm referring to the secret stash in the staff room! Chocolate hobnobs and fizzy drinks galore!
Cautiously surveying for teachers, I tiptoed my way through the corridors before halting at the door. Attentively, I peered through the glass pains of the staff room window. Blast! There were still teachers in there! Spotting me, Miss Honeysuckle rose to her feet and made her way to the door. However, I had foreseen something such as this happening so I paid Nick Archer a strawberry yoghurt and a gold star sticker to pretend to get hit in the head with a football. He should carry out the diversion in 3…2…1…
A deafening scream pierced the tense atmosphere. Miss Honeysuckle turned on her heel and rushed to survey the scene. I wiped the sweat of my brow. That had been close!
Creeping into the room, I thrust open a high-up cupboard and was delighted to spy a flowery biscuit tin on the top-most shelf. Alas, it was beyond my reach! I pondered for a moment before climbing the draws and reaching for the tin. Inside was a slip of paper reading the following words: Got you!
"AHA!" I heard a voice from behind me. Slowly, I turned around to see Miss Honeysuckle. "Looks like we'll have to call your parents!" Oh no.
Listen to The Snack Time Heist, read by Joseph Ayre from the BBC Radio Drama Company.
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