*BLAM*

The empty can went skidding off the fence and tumbled to the ground, the bullet rattling inside it loudly. Diane grinned and aimed the revolver at the next tin can.

*BLAM*

Alex flinched as the noise echoed through his sensative ears. He looked up in time to see the next can tumble to the ground.

"You know, for someone who really doesn't use a gun much, you've got good accuracy." He looked at his sister suspiciously.

Diane smirked. "Ya well, it's jus' natural, tha's all. I can't believe believe Sam actually let ya borrow his revolver while he was gone!"

"Eh... well..." Alex's ears flicked lightly. "He doesn't really know I'm 'borrowing' it..."

Diane gave her brother a wide-eyed look and smirked. "Man bro! Yer horrible!"

"Oh?" Alex chuckled. "And just where did you get those cans from?"

Diane shrugged as she took aim at the third and final can. "They were in a pile on Dad's work bench."

*BLAM*

The last can skittered to the ground. Alex gave his sister a surprised look.

"What? You're not supposed to take stuff from Dad's bench..."

Diane shrugged. "They're tin cans! Wha's he gonna need 'em fer?"

At that moment Mr. Brandshire opened the back door. "Diane, Alex, have you two seen a few tin cans laying around? I need them for a project of mine."

"Uh..." Diane and Alex exchanged glances, then turned back to their father and smiled innocently.