"Dad, have you seen my chocolate?"
Jeff starts (rather guiltily) at the sudden interruption. He fumbles for a good few seconds, before intelligently saying "What?"
"Y'know, the bar of Dairymilk that I brought in just yesterday." Tracy Offspring Number Two narrows his eyes, making Jeff realise that the eyes were, indeed, the windows to the soul.
These windows, in particular, were rather irritated, because John was rather fond (read: couldn't live without) of chocolate.
Jeff felt rather uncomfortable.
"Maybe Scott took it... You know what he's like, always stealing your sweets and then lecturing you about being healthy."
"Yeah, I guess. I'm gonna go find him. Thanks, Dad."
Phew, crisis averted. At least until John finds out that it wasn't Scott who stole his chocolate, but that's another story altogether.
Honestly, I love my headcannon that Scott is always pinching his brothers' sweeties and cakes and things, but always lectures them about eating healthy.