"Will he really disarm the bomb?" Jim asks. Normally a financial analyst, today Jim is wearing a trenchcoat and a fedora. "It will go off on its own if we don't try." Sharon is dressed as a police officer. "I've been trying to help all night, but nobody trusts me." Toby, Sharon's twelve year old son, concentrates as he bends over the bomb. The bomb is a cardboard box labelled, "Bomb." Toby cuts a green wire on the top of the box. "The bomb is defused," says the moderator. "I did it!" says Toby, jumping up with a big grin. "Good job, honey," says Sharon, beaming at her son, "but you're still going to jail." This is Living Stories.