Home Alone 2

Chapter Six

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"Characters Speaking"
Characters Thinking
/Authors Comments\

~~~Previous~~~

"On your knees." The concierge says. I hear movement before I hear him clear his throat. "I love you!"

Kevin and I share glances and let out a quiet laugh. Kevin lifts his head and presses play. "You gotta do better than that!"

"I love you!" They all say at the same time.

Kevin presses play, picks up his bag, and we run to the door to the left of us. We sneak out while they are distracted by the video playing on TV. It isn't long before we hear gunfire. We stop and look to see the four of them lying on the ground in front of the door, heads lowered and their arms placed over it. "Merry Christmas, you filthy animal." Kevin mouths before we walk through the fire escape door. There is more gunfire, and Kevin pops his head back and mouths the words once more. "And a happy new year."

We share a look before we run down the fire escape stairs to the bottom without stopping.

~~~Present~~~

We burst open the door to the loading dock while looking behind us. We look before us, and our eyes widen when we see Harry and Marv standing there. Marv grabs hold of my arm, and Harry catches Kevin. "Come to Papa!"

Harry lowers him to the ground, and Marv grabs the tickets out of Kevin's hand and looks at them. "Round trip to Miami. What's the matter, get on the wrong plane?"

Harry takes them and looks at the tickets before ripping them in half. "You won't be needing this."

"American doesn't fly to the promised land, little buddies." Marv comments.

"Come on." Harry orders as they grab holds off us and walk off. "We spent nine months in jail thinking we had the worst luck in the universe. We were wrong."

"We busted out, and we're doing fine," Marv says, causing us to look at him. "Even better...because we're not robbing houses anymore, now we're robbing toy stores. At midnight tonight, we're hitting Duncan's Toy Chest. Five floors of cash. Then after that, we'll grab a couple of phoney passports and then it's off to Rio."

"Marv," Harry calls out, getting Marv to stop talking and look at him. "You want to shut up?"

"What's the difference? They're not going to talk to anybody. Except maybe a fish or the Undertaker." Marv says, causing Kevin to let out a soft gasp.

"Let's get them to the subway tunnel. I'll feel a lot better once I get them on ice." We leave the alleyway. "I've got a gun in my pocket. You open your mouth, and you'll be spitting gum out through your forehead." Harry threatens before we stop on the path's edge, near the traffic lights.

I watch as Kevin sneaks a look at Harry before sneaking a look at Marv, who are both looking away from the pair of us. He looks in front of him to see a woman standing there. He sneakily leans forward and pinches her rear end before quickly moving back and acting innocent.

The woman turns around, and her eyes widen when she sees Marv. Marv notices her gaze and turns his head to look back at her. A smile appears on his face. "Why, hello."

She punches Marv, and he falls to the ground with a thud. Kevin points at Harry. "He did it!"

Harry looks up, confused. "Did what?"