Counter-claim

The room was pitch black, yet our hero wasn't bothered. He didn't need to see, he knew his way around the house in his sleep.

Between him and his goal stood only a short distance, but those in his line of work know that distance's irrelevant. It's all about being smarter. Better. Faster. He knew that any mistake could cost him his prize, and he wasn't going to lose. Not this time.

He was so close he could taste it. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. And he was no cat. He glanced behind one last time. finally, it was time.

He leaned back and made the jump.

Success was within his grasp- only an inch separated him from everything he's ever dreamt of- but just then the room flooded with light.

He tried to make it, but it was too late.

"Biscuit get off the counte- is that cake in your mouth? DROP IT!".

Biscuit, of course, didn't understand any of this nonsense gibberish, but he could tell he was in trouble. He decided the best plan of action was to lie on his back and pretend like nothing had happened. Works every time.