after a night of sleep, 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 some jewelry gone.  you tell them how you at least landed some shots on the Upper Decker Bandits and how the cops showed up at the wrong house.

"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.  "sure as hell did better than those cops.  at least they saved us from that big bad snowman!  good guys." your parent's face is beaming with pride.  "hey slugger, don't worry about the mess.  we got insurance!" a weight feels lifted off your shoulders. "and we're through with sending those checks to the police boosters.  that cash can go right to your stocking from here on out."  your parents play some music, go to the kitchen, and start up on that nice warm holiday meal.