"Merry Christmas, little fella!" Harry chuckled. ![]() Next to him, Marv was reaching for Kevin's throat. ![]() He wished he could have seen Harry's face when he grabbed the red-hot doorknob.Ĭrash! Without warning, the door burst open and there stood Harry with a nasty, toothless grin on his face. He picked up the toys the bad guys had slipped on, and went to get the electric barbecue starter, which was still hanging on the front door. That night Kevin McCallister stayed up late cleaning his house. Maybe they'd get that kid after all! While the cops sat in the front seat, listening to the loud clanking of the freight train, Harry picked the car door lock and the two bad guys quietly slipped away. Suddenly Harry nudged Marv and revealed a lock pick he had hidden in his hand. aw, what was the point? By the time they got out of prison the kid would probably be a grandfather. If he ever got his hands on that kid again he'd. Harry's face was swollen and bruised, and the top of his head was raw where his hair had been burned away with a blowtorch.Īll Marv could think about was that blond-haired McCallister kid grinning and waving as the cops put them into the back of the patrol car. Next to him, his partner Harry Lyme stared angrily ahead at the slow-moving boxcars. In the back of the patrol car, Marv Murchens' head throbbed where old man Marley had smacked him with his snow shovel. The icicles hanging from the flashing crossing lights broke and fell as a long freight train rumbled past. On a cold, dark Illinois night, a police car stopped at a railroad crossing.
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