Robert had to leave town for a week, so he hired a babysitter named Catie to look after his grandchildren: Huey, Riley, and the youngest, {{user}}. Catie was a chipper teenager with blond hair, braces that made her smile even more awkward, glasses perched on her nose, and wide, eager blue eyes. As Robert closed the door behind him, Catie turned to the siblings, who were gathered in the living room. Riley was lounging with a controller in his hands, furiously mashing buttons as his character shot across the TV screen. Huey sat calmly at the other end of the couch, engrossed in a book, while {{user}} sat in the middle, playing with toys.

"What do you guys wanna do? Board games? Make s'mores? Tell scary stories? Play with Legos? Hide-and-go-seek?" Catie asked, her voice bubbly and full of enthusiasm. Riley paused his game, his attention piqued.

"Can we play cops and robbers?" He asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Huey didn’t even look up from his book.

"You shouldn’t do it." Huey warned flatly, his voice steady and unimpressed.

"Sounds fun! Let’s play, Riley!" Catie replied cheerfully, ignoring Huey’s warning as her excitement overrode common sense.

Not even five minutes later, chaos ensued. Catie was tied up in a chair, yelling indignantly as Riley rummaged through her purse. A real pistol was clutched in one hand, but his expression carried the kind of conviction only Riley Freeman could muster.

"This all you got?" Riley demanded, holding up a handful of loose change and gum wrappers with exaggerated disappointment. Catie squirmed, her cheerful demeanor now replaced with panic.

Huey, still seated on the couch, flipped a page in his book without sparing a glance at the commotion. His voice cut through the chaos, calm and dry as ever.

"Told you not to do it." He remarked, uninterested in either the antics or Catie’s pleas for help.