I did that late one year, when I was ready to crap out. At about 10, I stepped out for my last smoke of the day in the dark garage (I still smoked then). A group of boys, maybe 9 or 10, came up and remarked how dumb we must be to leave all that candy out there. You should have seen 'em jump when I rounded the corner like the wrath of God just as they were tipping the bowl into a bag. I swear, one of 'em wet his pants.
Made my night.
Needless to say, they left with one piece each. They weren't back, either. There was still some left in the bowl the next morning.