Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews, they had helped me so much!

Angie: Who wouldn't love this movie! I think its actually the only movie I like that a fit guy doesn't remove their shirt! (Not that there's nothing wrong with mark Wahlburg of course, he's very yummy)

Hockey Gurl: I'm very very very shocked that this has inspired you to write one of your own, but I am very very very very very interested in reading it :D

Darkdestiney2000: Be careful what you wish for ;) I hope you don't mind me using your suggestion for twin boys, it actually sparked off a lot of playful ideas, so thank you very very much for that. I hope yous soccer tornament went well!

JaclynK: I can see what you mean about the watch, thank you for the constructive critisism and there will be a lot more of Lyle in this story :D

StaticShock28: I know that the first two chapters haven't really coincided with the summary, but that was because I didn't want to fast forward too quickly, and decided to show them celebrating a bit first (maybe Left-Ear celebrated a bit too much).

Thanks again :D I am glad that so many people like it (a very pleasant suprise), and updating it now that I know it is being read will be easier, and it's a brilliant way to take breaks between my exam revision. groan only two more weeks, two more weeks, two more weeks

Sam

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"What do you think you're doing?"

"Hey, that's my wallet!"

"Stop!"

"Ah!"

"Stella! Help!"

Four male voices automatically called out for the same woman. Stella, standing in the kitchen of her's and Charlie's mansion, set down her knife on the table top, resisting the urge to take it with her and, ahem, dispose of these callers, but she decided against it. Instead she sighed and went towards the back of the house. It was a large mansion, but the price hadn't created too much of a dent in their share of the gold, which they had put together. It had a huge garden, which was complete with a terrace, and the size meant that there had been many a time when people had visited, only to disappear for hours once getting lost in the maze of the garden.

Once stepping onto the terrace, she laughed. She laughed so hard that she had to collapse onto a nearby chair to save herself falling onto the floor.

"It's not funny!" Charlie moaned.

But for her, it was funny, it was very funny. Who wouldn't laugh to see four fully grown men, who had coincidently stole millions of dollars worth of gold, at the mercy of children. They were in a bundle on the floor, struggling against six children, who had them easily pinned to the floor, and were torturing them with tickles. Charlie was being held captive by their three-year-old daughter, Holly, who was sitting on his chest. Left-ear had his arms pinned down by his seven-year-old son, Damon. Lyle was lying on his front with six-year-old Michael covering him. Handsome Rob, who was probably worse off than the rest of them, had his twins, six-year-old terrors, with Nathan sitting on his head, and Nick on his chest, going through his pockets. What had made Stella laugh most, though, was the fact that her's and Charlie's eight-year-old son, Alex, was standing behind the men, facing towards the kids (with the exception of Nathan), and was doing what Rob called 'playing Charlie'.

With his brown hair, Alex was a splitting image of Charlie, getting more so like him everyday, but his blue eyes were undoubtably Stella's. His eyes got him out of a lot of trouble, but it was Holly who had mastered fluttering her eyelids at Charlie to get on his good side. It didn't work with Stella though, after all, she had invented that trick on Charlie, and had taught it to Holly. At the moment, Alex was pacing up and down, observing the other children's technique.

"Good, guys, you all got gold?" He asked, deepening his voice so he sounded exactly like a minature Charlie. All of the children held up wallets, save for Holly, who sat still. "Excellent." Alex looked at his sister, speaking normally and not in his deepened tone, "Holly, did you get Dad's keys?" Holly smiled cheekily (oh, how that smile reminded Stella of Charlie's cheeky grin), and she held up Charlie's car keys. "Well done, Holly. Oh, hi Mom."

All the kids stopped, and turned their heads to Stella. Holly was still wearing her cheeky smile and said proudly, "Look, Mommy, I'm stealing!" She said happily, holding up Charlie's car keys. "And I done it all on my own!"

Of course, teaching their kids to steal hadn't been something that Stella and Charlie had meant to do. It just seemed to come naturally to them.

"Good girl." Stella congratulated, smiling, trying not to laugh again. "Alex, what have I said about jumping your father and uncles?" She asked her son with a raised eyebrow. This particular game was getting more and more frequent now.

Alex smiled. "But Momma, I didn't jump them, they did." He pointed out, as though he thought it was blindingly obvious.

"Stella?" Rob asked, muffled by Nathan still.

"Yes, Rob?" She answered sweetly.

"Can you handle these kids now? I'd really like to stand up some time soon."

"Oh, no." She said in disbelief. "The only one I'm handling out the five captives this time is this one." And she scooped Holly up from Charlie's lap, gathering her giggling daughter up. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Let's get this barbecue started."

Half an hour later, the boys were playing on the grounds, presumably in the trees as Stella could hear them, but she couldn't see them, and Holly was sleeping in her lap, worn out from her stealing. Charlie, Rob, Left-ear and Lyle all came out of the house adopting poses that were similar to Superman's, jutting out their chests and putting their hands on their hips. As Alex had done, they all took on deeper voices.

"Men here." Rob stated.

"Make fire." Charlie continued.

"Cook food." Left-ear carried on.

"Put fire out by peeing. Not get invited back." Lyle finished, and Stella laughed again.

It was like this every month when they got together for a barbecue. The men would all get emotional with the fire, taking it to heart if every coal did not burn. She wondered why they were so hesitant to cook inside the house, but so enthusiastic to cook when it was outside involving fire and sharp objects. Stella lay back on the recliner, being sure not to wake Holly up, and relaxed. After a while, the smell of cooking burgers and sausages filled the air, and she could hear the boys playing in the distance, their loud voices calling to each other, calling their parents, getting close to them, shouting, screaming...

Screaming? Yes they were, she could hear them calling for help.

Stella sat bolt upright, looking at the men, who had already heard what she had, and were looking in the direction of the shouts. She watched as Charlie was the first to move, leaping over the terrace wall, closely followed by the others, who ran down the garden, but Charlie turned back to her. "Take Holly inside, stay there." He instructed.

"But what about-"

"I'll get Alex!" He assured her, "Get her inside."

And with that, he followed the others. Being a fast runner, he easily caught up with them, but Stella was slow in taking up Charlie's order, and managed to see a helicopter flying over their house, dangerously low to the ground that it woke up Holly, and she cried loudly over the rushing blades. Going inside the house, she could only hope that they would come back quickly. She knew something was wrong from the moment that Alex had screamed. He never screamed, he was always the one who took charge of the others, looked after them, didn't scare easily, but he had screamed, and she had heard it loud and clear.