Hours have passed. Tiny was having the time of his life. He had run around the house like a maniac. He had jumped up and down on every bed that wasn't his, more than once on his parents' bed. He raided his twin brothers' room and found disturbing pictures of past girlfriends, boring magazines and a pack of firecrackers that he decided to keep for himself. Then he found Leonard's potato gun and shot a few rounds at action figures, making them drop down the laundry chute to the basement below. Then he had taken his sled and slid down the stairs and out his own front door.
Being alone was amazing!
It was now late in the afternoon. Sitting at the kitchen counter, Tiny was helping himself to a multitude of snacks. Cookies, ice cream, candy, chocolate, marshmallows. You name it, he was eating it. All the while, he was watching a movie he had found from his grandfather Pops' personal collection. It was called 'Dogs With Guns', or something like that.
"Who's there?"
"It's me, Snakes. I got the money."
"How much?"
"Twenty grand."
"Good. Leave it on the doorstep and get the heck out of here."
"Not until I get what you promised me."
"Your family? You expect me to give you your family after everything you did to me Snakes?!"
"I'm sorry Johnny but I had to do what I had to do!"
"...okay, I believe you. But my machine gun doesn't! You have until I count to ten to get outta here!"
"Johnny!"
"One, two, ten!"
Gunshots.
"Keep the change you filthy animal."
One more gunshot.
Grabbing the remote, Tiny turned off the TV. His eyes were wide open with fear as he stared at the blank TV screen in front of him. What the heck did he just watch?! Was that MURDER?! Is that what murder looked like?! Frightened out of his mind, Tiny cried out for the one person he wanted most at this moment.
"MOM!!!"
