The theme of this story: light-hearted crime. The main character: unambitious traitor. The major event of the story: travel.
“Hey, I don’t care what you say”, the masked figure sitting in the back said, “it wasn’t stealing!”
“Yes...it was!!” the other masked figure in the passenger seat replied.
“It was not! They gave all that stuff to me....I’m serious.”
A loud “pffffttt” erupted from the passenger’s seat while the above streetlight’s beams passed over the car...faster and faster.
Another masked figure in the back just sneered in their general direction and sat further into her seat. “What did these two know?” she thought, but making sure she kept a tight grip on her evening’s stash.
“Well, I remember when there was honor among thieves...it wasn’t all about the haul. It was about working as a team....getting what you could get, you know?” the passenger turned around to look at his comarde, adjusting his mandatory seat belt so it wouldn’t choke him half to death in the process. Pulling out his nightstick, he waved it at the figure in the back. “And, just so you know, you’re lucky I don’t use this on you!”
“Oh, bring it on!” he replied, realigning his hat emblazoned with a skull and crossbones on the front.
“Ok, that’s it! You two knock it off right this minute!” the driver finally spoke up. “One more word from either of you and I turn this car right around.....no trick or treating at the mall....no cross town haunted house....nothing! Johnny, you’ll be splitting your candy with Stevie....don’t think I didn’t see you slide your bag over his as old man Peabody dumped the whole bowl out. Honestly, you two act like you’re hardened criminals instead of 10 year olds.”