Home Alone: Harry's Revenge

chapter 3

The only one who seemed fine was Mrs. Stone. She looked at the two men and gave a concerned look.

Hector deeply scowled once he got another kick in his back. He turned sharply. "Oh,... if it isn't my favorite little sweetie?" he grinned, nervously and aggravated with her.

The little girl growled and kicked him in a rather private place, then ran off to find her parents.

Harry winced seeing the last kick. Mrs. Stone narrowed her eyes at the kid. The parents were waiting for their daughter a little ways away. The little girl smiled to see her parents and went to them. "Mommy! Daddy!"

The mother smiled at her daughter and the father caught her and picked her up.

Hector grunted, looking at them with tears in his eyes. "Don't just stand there, get the bags!"

Mrs. Stone went to do just that. Harry patted Hector's back. He then followed behind them.

Hector scoffed at the family, then went to get his bags with the others.

Mrs. Stone took their bags off the bag conveyor belt and held her bag as the others got theirs.

Hector grabbed his bag and took out the address of the house and saw the time. "The lad's probably in school or something..."

Harry looked at the time too. "Nope, but they'd be on their way to school. However, the girl may be in..." He led the way through the airport, this was his old neck of the woods anyway.

Hector looked around Chicago and kept a sharp eye for anything. Mrs. Stone sniffed in contempt at the city of Chicago. Hector felt very out-of-place in a not so glamorous place. He felt cursed ever since he got fired from the job he loved because of rich tips from people and no back-chatting to annoy or bother him before returning home.

Harry looked at him. "We'll nip to my old place to store the bags, and then we'll go down and do what we have ta."

"Okay." Mrs. Stone agreed.

"Dare I ask where your old place is, Henry?" Hector asked, a little reluctantly.

Harry glared at Hector, angrily. "The name is Harry... And if you must know, it's a renovated warehouse!"

"Interesting." Hector smirked.

Harry just gritted his teeth and took them to his house. He got them to put their bags down and looked at them. "Right, we have ta decide what we're gonna do to the brats..."

Mrs. Stone looked around, then focused on the man. "I want them to get knocked over each other, and I want Maxine to be fired from her job with that musician."

"Revenge is a dish best served cold," Hector agreed. "That should do it, but when should we do it?"

Harry looked at his watch with a shrug. "Well, we could start off today if ya want."

"What do we start with?" Hector asked, a little too eagerly.

Harry gave him a weird look and shrugged. "Maybe we should rob the house first." He made them both change into less conspicuous clothes.

Mrs. Stone was in a more casual skirt and jacket ensemble while Hector put on a winter cap with a dark tan jacket, red scarf, and dark brown pants, and even wore boots. He looked more like a hobo than an innocent bystander. He felt very uncomfortable in the clothes from such a low-class instead of prim and proper high-class.

Harry looked them over, nodding at Mrs. Stone's outfit. He froze a minute at Hector's outfit. "Ya look like a bum."

Mrs. Stone giggled slightly.