Hey guys, I'm gonna try to continue on the fan fictions the best I can. I still don't have internet access at my house and this stupid computer is too freakin slow! Here's my next chapter, I'm not gonna do one of the scenes from Home Alone. Review please!!

Danny walked by himself with a knot in his stomach. Only by nine-o-clock was when the burglars were gonna rob his house. He couldn't pull another stunt this time and there was no way his folks were gonna come back. If he ran off and not go to his house, the burglars were gonna rob it. If he stayed, they were gonna kidnap him and do who knows what and that was the worst. If he called the police, the police would know he was home alone and probably arrest his parents for Child Neglect. So much for being outlaws. Danny felt tears rolling down his cheeks, he missed his folks, but now he needed help and being the man of the house wasn't a piece of cake. He always heard the pastor at his church saying, 'if you're lost and need help, always look to God.' Maybe God would help him during this time, he needed somebody in his life to tell him what to do and how to do it. He looked to his right to see the Church he always went to every Sunday. There was a choir inside singing Carols, which wasn't that hard to figure. Danny felt his gut telling him to go inside, maybe he can be closer to God. Danny slid his feet down, passing several beaus. To the right side row of the beaus was a young girl around his age at least. She was in a dark black coat and was crying. Danny realized it was the same girl that Jazz called the "Black Witch". She was crying, do Witches even cry? Danny knew it was his fault for the way he treated her only two nights ago. He knew if his mother was here, she would tell him to go apologize right this minute for hurting a poor innocent girl's feelings, or so she would've called her. Danny walked towards the girl, gaining his courage and tapped on her shoulder. She turned her head as you see her eyes red. She gave him a nasty glare that showed hatred.

"Happy Holidays, I'm sorry for the way I acted, can you forgive me?" Asked Danny.

"Whatever," sniffed the Black Witch, "but you're still a wimp."

"I guess I have been back there," admitted Danny, "I was trying to prove I can be the man of the house. My folks were going to Paris and left me home alone. I thought at first it was fun, but then I had responsibilities and now some burglars are gonna rob my house and kidnap me at nine-o-clock. I thought of coming here to ask God for help."

"I've always wanted to be home alone, but I am mad usually when I said that," said Sam, "that's actually why I'm here crying. My Mommy and Grandma are fighting and they said they'd never see each other again. I haven't seen my Grandma sense. She gives me a postcard, but I still wanna see her."

"Why don't cha talk to your parents?" Asked Danny.

"I would, but I'm afraid they'll be mad at me if I do. They're always mad at me," told Sam.

"But witches aren't supposed to be afraid," blurted out Danny as he just caught himself.

"Witch? So that's why you've been running from me, you think I'm a witch!?" Glared Sam, "I may wear black, but I'm certainly not a witch. Do you think I'm ugly or something?"

"No, I'm so sorry, my sister made up that story and I don't know your name," said Danny.

"It's Sam and don't you ever call me a witch again. That's what everyone at school keeps calling me and I hate it," said Sam.

"I guess I shouldn't call you witch, besides, Sam is better. I always thought you were called the 'Black Witch' who killed her parents and uses her beauty to attract her next victims," explained Danny as he then had a slight blush, "or so my sister said."

This made Sam feel a little better since Danny didn't say she was ugly, but more like a beautiful witch. There was a ten-year-old boy who said she was beautiful, in a my-sister-told-me-that kinda way. You could see a slight smile with her cheeks turning cherry red.

"You know, maybe you're not a wimp after all," told Sam as you can hear a bell gong in the Church. Danny saw the time reading 8:00. It was only one hour till show time.

"I have to go, those burglars are gonna be there in an hour," rushed Danny as he was about to leave when Sam grabbed his arm.

"I'm coming with you, I want to taste some action," smiled Sam.

"But it's too dangerous," said Danny, "and I want to be the man of the house."

"Exactly, too dangerous for you to be taking them on your own and even the man of the house needs a little assistance," replied Sam as Danny could see she was as stubborn as a mule.

"Man, you're worse then my sister," glared Danny as he gave a slight smile, "I like it. Come follow me, we've got alot of work to do."

Danny and Sam raced to the neighborhood as you see the lights flashing on and the two kids running inside the Fenton household. Danny rushed inside and Sam closed the door with both kids' backs behind the doors. They looked at each other painting. Danny narrowed his eyebrows with a serious look on his face.

"This is my house, I have to defend it," stated Danny.

"We have to secure every single Entrance in every corner. Those burglars are gonna do whatever it takes to make sure they get in, so what do you do when a mouse comes into your house?" Asked Sam.

"I don't know, I don't think we have mice in here," shrugged Danny.

"Build a Mouse Trap," Smirked Sam as Danny raised his eyebrows as returned the smirk.