A Rest For Alan Part 2

"I'll hold you to that hug," Henry said to Anne. "that's a promise I am sure you'll keep."

"Oh, I intend to keep it! By the way, where's Alan?" Anne told Henry.

"I told him to get some rest, our poor inventor stayed up all night last night." Henry said.

Anne took a big bite of her toast, the hummus felt so good on her scratchy throat.

"If only someone could assist Alan so he doesn't continue doing things like this to himself... he is tied with you as my favorite older brother... please don't tell Stanley I said that." Anne said to Henry.

"My lips are sealed, Anne." Henry said.

Anne took another big bite of her pancakes.

After Anne finished her breakfast, she had a request for Henry.

"Henry, *cough cough*, tell me the story." Anne requested.

"Okay, once upon a time, there were a brother and sister named Hansel and..." Henry began.

"Henry, not that story!" Anne exclaimed.

"Come now, Annie, I have things to do." Henry said.

"Pretty please with vanilla ice cream on top, Henry?" Anne asked, she was pouring on her cuteness.

"Okay, okay, Annie," Henry said. "I'll tell you the story! Just lay off your cuteness! It is out of control!"

"Thank you." Anne said, toning her cuteness down so she was back to normal.

"I'll dig out the old Chan family diary, it resides in the mansion's attic." Henry sighed, knowing he had been defeated by Anne's cuteness.

Henry slowly walked out of Anne's bedroom.

Unknown to Henry, Alan was following him up the creaking staircase to the mansion's eerie dark attic.

Once in the attic, a loud jolly voice made Henry jump a mile high.

"Hi, Henry!" the voice exclaimed.

Henry's heart was racing fast.