*The names in the following story have been abbreviated for semi-protection of the people involved. The pictures may or may not be models posing to help recreate the story.
One cold December Sunday, M, T, G, and W went to church. While sitting reverently in the pew, M found an uncovered chocolate of some sorts on the floor in front of them. Turning to G she says, "If you behave, you can have that treat." G not wanting to have M tell him when and what he can eat reaches down and grabs it. M thinking he's just being nice and cleaning the church doesn't say anything. A few seconds later M turns to ask G something and notices that he is chewing on something and has a speck of chocolate on his lip. Curious to find out what he's eating M asks, "Did you just eat that chocolate off the floor?" G nods yes and M turns back towards the pulpit with a look of disgust on her face. G, confused by the look leans over and says, "By that look I'm assuming that the chocolate was not yours AND you don't have anymore." M too shocked to say anything just shakes her head no. G then says, "Well I hope that was a chocolate raisin like I thought."
M trying to be a nice sister plans on not telling anyone (with the exception of T) this story. G thinking he will, yet again, beat M to it brings the story up. G often brings things upon himself like this. Later that evening, M again trying to be nice, notices that Mom has some chocolate covered raisins in the cupboard and thinking that G would like a treat grabs them. M remembering that G prefers to now eat things from off the ground rather than from a package, begins a path of chocolate covered raisins from G's room to the family room. Just minutes later, everyone can hear a frantic rustling sound. G emerges from the hall on his hands and knees gathering every last one of the chocolate covered raisins.
The treat

The search

The glory

I've been waiting for this story from another source for quite some time but since it hasn't been posted yet I took matters into my own hand. Grant this is how you remember it, right?
Oh, oops ....