A/N: Hello again! Do I really need to continue with these Author's Notes? They're not really that interesting… Well, I guess I can say that that was quite the chapter for me to write last night! It shouldn't have been, but it was… Let's see what's going to happen with this chapter! By the way, I hope I see more of you readers in the future! Who knows? I may get some fresh ideas! Anyway, I've blabbed enough… Let's go!

Chapter 3: The Search for Help

Kevin's PoV:

Now that that horrible creep is gone, I remain laying here, crying, begging for someone to come to my rescue. It's completely dark, and no one can see me. I'm way off where any sidewalkers won't be able to see me.

All's I can do is plead, in a low and weak voice, "Please… Somebody, help me…"

After what had just happened to me, I'm too weak and sore to shout. My only chance to get help is to shout, but I can't. I'm also afraid that shouting will cause negative attention, too. What am I going to do? I said I'd go home, but I can barely stand up… I'm cold, crying, and in pain. How can I get up, without any help? I know that I shouldn't continue to lay here, because that creep, and possibly other creeps, will probably come here and redo what had just happened. If not, they'll kill me, instead… So, with all the strength I'm able to use, I flip over onto my elbows, which doesn't help my painful situation any, because the pressure on my elbows causes my already sore arms to hurt more.

All's I can do is cry, while silently pleading to myself, "Help… Mom… Dad… Anybody… Help me…"

As I'm now on my elbows, I see that my hat still remains on the ground. My head is so cold right now, I need to have my hat back on. With what little strength I possess, I reach across the ground for my hat and slowly place it on my head. It's not on the tightest, but at least it's better than nothing. I look around, with my teary eyes, trying to see if there's anything I missed, but there doesn't appear to be; I now have my hat on my head, I'm wearing my mittens, and my boots and coat are still on, so it seems as though I'm good to go. The only things missing are my voice recorder and my innocence… I slowly start to stand up, using my knees and elbows as support. It's difficult to hold myself up, with what little strength I possess, but I know that I must seek help, before anything else happens to me.

As soon I'm standing, my feet are wobbly, wanting me to fall back down, but I can't fall back down now; I may never be able to get back up, if I do. I'm too frazzled right now to continue trying, if that were to happen. I might as well just give up on this whole thing, if I'm unable to walk to help myself. I look around, feeling as though my tears are starting to freeze to my face. It seems as though the temperature is dropping, so I know I have to find some help quickly. But, who can be my saviour on this terrible Christmas Eve night, while my family is probably still in Florida? I don't know, but I'm going to have to find somebody…

Harry's PoV:

Marv and I have successfully escaped from Duncan's Toy Chest, and we're sprinting up the road, hoping it's not noticeable that we're carrying a duffel bag, containing the store's money and the brats' charity money. Though, most people probably won't find it suspicious that we're carrying a duffel bag; they'll find it suspicious how we're sprinting up the sidewalk with a duffel bag, though…

Once this thought occurs to me, I pause my running, hoping Marv will stop in his tracks at the same time, too, but the idiot decides to keep on running. And since we're both carrying the (heavy) duffel bag, Marv ends up pausing in his tracks, anyway, and slides back, nearly falling on the ground.

"Whoa!" He manages to catch his footing, before looking back to me and asking, "Why'd you stop suddenly, Harry?"

"Oh, now you realize I stopped?!" I ask my idiot of a partner, with sarcasm and rudeness, because that's how I talk to idiots, like Marv.

"Well, yeah, because I wasn't expecting you to stop so suddenly!"

"Well, you still should've realized it, Marv…"

"Sorry…" he apologizes, while shrugging, but that doesn't change the fact that he's an idiot.

"Nevermind, Marv. The reason why I stopped, is because I realized that we shouldn't be running, with a duffel bag full of money, right?"

"Why?"

I sigh and roll my eyes. "Why do you think, moron? If it's discovered that the toy store has been robbed, we don't want to look suspicious in the eyes of anybody,"

"Nobody knows about it, though, right?"

"Well, not right now, but once it's discovered that the place has been robbed, then there may be some eyewitnesses, who'd point out that they'd seen two suspicious guys, sprinting down the sidewalk, carrying a duffel bag. That's not your usual sight, am I right?"

The gears seem to be turning in Marv's head, before he answers, excitedly, "Right!"

I roll my eyes again and reply, "Well, don't you think we should walk to our hideout? That way, it's not so suspicious?"

Marv looks around, I guess trying to see if there's anybody wandering the streets, before looking back to me and replying, "That's a good idea, Harry!"

I look around, seeing that the streets are bare, but that doesn't mean that we should act suspicious. After all, there are windows people can look out of from these buildings. Plus, we can run into somebody at anytime for any reason.

"Well then, shall we go, quickly, but discreetly?"

There's a pause, before Marv answers, "… Yeah, I guess quickly and discreetly would be good!"

I swear, this idiot acts more like a child now than when he was an actual child… He's also more moronic now than when he was a child. I just hope his idiocy doesn't get us—me—caught by the police…

"Well then, shall we get going, instead of standing in the middle of the sidewalk, with a duffel bag full of money in our hands?"

"Yeah, come on!" Marv starts to walk, still hanging on to the one handle of the money bag, nearly falling to the ground again, because he started to walk so unexpectedly.

Though, since I have very little patience for idiots, I jerk Marv back by the handle of the bag. With irritability and clenched teeth, I tell the moron, "Get back here!"

"Whoa!" He almost falls back, before looking up at me again and asking, exasperated, "What was that for?! I thought we were going now!"

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to walk so suddenly, Marv! Jesus…" I roll my eyes, while still speaking through clenched teeth.

"Well, sorry…" the bonehead apologizes, while shrugging, once again. There's a pause, before he asks, "Now, can we go?"

"Yes… Now, come on…" irritated, I answer my dumbass partner, before continuing to stroll down the sidewalk to where our hideout is…

To be Continued…

A/N: Thanks again for reading! :D What do you think will happen next?! Do you think the Wet/Sticky Bandits will find their past troublemaker? Will he find them? If not, who will he find? Will the bandits get away with their stolen money? We'll just have to wait and see! As I said before, I'll try to update this as much as I can! Though, like I said, I have other things to tend to, as well, so you may go a night or two, without an update! I started this early tonight, so that I wouldn't feel so rushed! Well, I'm sure I'll be updating tomorrow! Until then, ciao for now! :D

PS: I haven't been able to watch Home Alone on TV (not even once)! So, I've made a commitment: Every time it comes on TV, and I miss it, I'm going to watch it on DVD. I hate missing it on TV, because seeing the Christmas commercials (especially the ones with Home Alone) gets me in the Christmas spirit! I haven't had much of that, and I'm pissed! I've even been missing other Christmas movies, too! I really need to get my act together, before it's too late to watch anything!

PPS: Also, this was supposed to be posted an hour or so ago, but I had a personal problem hit, so it distracted me. Though, this is still early, compared to the previous nights!

- Majora's Mask Freak184