"Sid? Si-id! Sid! Mum says it's time for dinner!"
"In a minute, Hannah!" her brother's voice replied impatiently. "I'm busy!"
"You sound like Mum," Hannah teased him. Sid did not respond. "Sid, what're you doing in there?"
"I'm nearly finished!"
"Can I see?"
"Yeah, maybe."
A pause followed, and then Sid opened his bedroom door. "Done," he announced. "Wanna see?"
Hannah nodded.
Sid brought something out from behind his back. "Ta-da!"
In his hands he held a yellow toy car, with baby doll arms instead of wheels. He expected her to scream and run. But she didn't. Instead she stood and stared at the toy.
"What did you do to it?" she asked, sounding incredulous.
"Oh, it was easy," Sid said airily. "I just took a car, got the wheels off, borrowed some of your dolls—"
"You WHAT?" Hannah yelled. "You took my dolls?"
"Uh-huh," Sid nodded, smirking. "Oh, and I put them in the trash after I took their arms."
Hannah looked livid. "I'm telling on you!" she screamed. She ran down the stairs. "MUMMY! SID RUINED MY DOLLS AGAIN!"
"SHE'S LYING! Shut up, Hannah! SHUT UP! It's NOT TRUE!" Sid shouted, running after her.