These plates contain the record of the Jews and the genealogy of the ancestors - and just happens to be in the Kings house (Laban, not Elvis), in the middle of the city full of people already cheesed off with them.
Understandably, the older boys (whom were already upset from having had to run away from home already to avoid the lynching, or rather, having to leave home at the suggestion of a God in whom they don't believe) were not best appealed to the idea of nicking stuff from a king of the people already severely narked with them.
Lehi then responded "Well, I don't want you to do it. But God does. Nephi, you will be favoured because you've not complained about any of it, you understand God."
Neph was pleased to hear this and was all "YEAH! I'll do it! God wouldn't tell me to do something without making sure we CAN succeed first!" Apparently Nephi's enthusiasm was another sign from God that they would be blessed with success.
The boys trekked all the way back to the city and decided to draw straws as to which would have to try to get the plates; the eldest son lost the draw and had to go in.Sensibly, rather than just try to sneak in and steal them, he asked the King nicely. He wasn't all too surprised when the King wasn't particularly impressed. The King yelled that he'd kill the cheeky git of a thief, and so he ran away. (I'm thinking this lad's got a pretty smart head on his shoulders.)
The older boys were perfectly content to return to Dad and say in all honesty, "Well, we did what we could." but that wasn't good enough for (snotnosegoodytwoshoes) Nephi. No. God TOLD them, so they MUST get those plates. Jerusalem is to be destroyed by the wickedness of the sinful people, and so the plates could not be left to be lost in the destruction.
So, first things first - they went back and gathered their nice stuff that was left behind (the stuff that the older brothers weren't best pleased about leaving behind, like their money and such). They took it up to the King's house and offered to BUY the plates.
Apparently the King saw all the nice stuff and greed overcame him, so he sent slaves to kill the boys. (Not because he was irritated that the cheeky gits that want to nick his nice things are back on his property again. Of course not.)
They dropped the stuff and ran away, leaving it all scattered in his garden. The King tidied up (it would have been unsightly and a thief magnet to just leave it lying there after all) whilst the boys ran back out into the wilderness and hid in a cave.
he older brothers were really, really angry now - they've had to flee from mobs of people, risk their lives, lost their home and all their things, because their father kept going on about stuff they didn't even believe in to start with - and now their baby brother has got them into yet MORE trouble. (Way to go, bro!)
They were clouting him with a stick when an angel told them off for it and told them to complete the job already. "The lord will deliver [the King] into your hands." The brothers were, not unreasonably, concerned that this wasn't going to be very likely - the man had a private army of fifty and could easily kill fifty, so it wasn't bloody likely that they were just going to be able to walk up to him and take his things...
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