your parents pull into the driveway.  the morning sun has melted the snow and the footprints of the robbers have vanished.  they find the house in disarray and the rings gone.  you tell them how you drove the Upper Decker Bandits out of the house and made it thru the night.

"at least you got to make them little shits hurt a bit, right?" one of them says with a smile, patting your back.  you nod.  "good work slugger, and don't worry about the mess.  that's why we got insurance!" a weight feels lifted off your shoulders.  your parents go to the kitchen and start up on that nice warm holiday meal.