A/N: So, here's a story I've wanted to do for a while and I had a ton of fun writing this one. And I hope you all have fun reading it. Merry Christmas, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sing or any of the characters, Illumination does. And I don't own Home Alone or any of the characters, 20th Century Fox does.

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Johnny grinned as he finished arranging the cushions and blankets on the sofa.

The eight-year-old mountain gorilla knew his uncles Stan and Barry would be arriving any second now and he wanted everything to be perfect for the familys' Christmas movie night.

His father Marcus was in the little kitchen area of the house, getting their food ready.

Marcus wasn't really much of a cook, nor were Johnny's uncles, the younger of whom, Barry, had actually been told by Marcus that he was under no circumstances to ever even attempt cooking in the garage kitchen. Ever. But he never mentioned why. Whenever Johnny himself had asked, all his dad would say was "There's some things in this world that are better left not knowin' and that's all you're getting out of me."

So, instead of worrying about all of the hectic mess of trying to make dinner, Marcus had just given a Chinese take-out place down the street a ring.

Johnny felt a jolt of excitement as he heard the old 'secret knock' at the door, followed by his dad's call of "It's open!"

They were here!

"Hey, buddy!" Stan greeted, grinning down at Johnny, who grinned back and raised his arms.

With a playful growl, Stan swept the infant off the floor and into a hold before tossing Johnny upwards and catching him.

"Merry Christmas, kid," he said, patting Johnny's back and resting his head against that of his nephew.

"Merry Christmas, Uncle Stan," Johnny replied, wrapping his arms around the older gorilla's neck.

"What? No hug for me?" Barry strolled in with a mock-offended pout. "I see 'ow it is. Sure, just don't worry about me. That's fine, innit? Yep, yep, that's jusy fine. Just dandy."

"Aww, come off it, Uncle Barry," Johnny tapped Stan's shoulder, indicating for the latter to put him down, and afterwards running over to his other uncle. "C'mon, don't be like that. Not on Christmas."

"Ahh...alright then," Barry pretended to be resigned as he wrapped his arms around Johnny's shoulders. "But only 'cause it's Christmas. And because you're the one askin'."

"Yay!" Johnny squealed, increasing his grip, which could get surprisingly strong from time to time. This time in particular Barry felt a small jolt in the side of his leg, but he could let it go. Johnny was still small and cute enough to get by with it.

"So, what we watchin' tonight then?" Stan asked, picking up the take-out box that contained his food and helping himself to a drink.

"We're watchin' the Home Alone movies," Marcus answered. "And then after Johnny's in bed, the three of us are watchin' Die Hard."

"But that's not a-" Barry started.

"It is a Christmas movie," Marcus insisted.

"It actually is," Stan shrugged. "I mean, sure it's a heist film, but it takes place during Christmas. So for all intents and purposes-"

"It's a Christmas movie, and it's one we're watchin' tonight. Case closed," Marcus said. "Now the sooner we all sit down, the sooner we get started."

With that, Marcus sat down, Johnny quickly plopping down next to him, in the center of the sofa, and Stan sat on the opposite side of the infant.

Barry tensed as he realized the only spot left to sit was the other end of the sofa...right beside Marcus.

The silverback glanced up at him and frowned.

"Well sit down," he stated as though Barry had forgotten how to do so.

The youngest of the three brothers sighed and sat down. Even when he wasn't trying to be, Marcus could be very intimidating.

Johnny sighed contentedly as he lay back, head resting in his father's lap while his legs lay crossed over his uncle Stan's lap.

"This is nice, innit?" the little boy asked.

As the movie started, Johnny hummed along with the opening music.

Marcus looked curiously down at his son before shrugging it off.

Megan had liked the music in films as well, so it made sense Johnny would follow suit given his inheriting the trait from his mum.

Soon the scene came into view and all four gorillas' eyes widened as they saw a flurry of fox kits and a few adults here and there as well. Along with a badger that appeared to be a police officer.

"Blimey, and I thought rabbits had too many kids at a time," Stan tossed back his head and laughed. "Looks like the foxes are catchin' up."

Johnny snickered as one particularly rambuctious fox kit stormed into the upstairs front hall.

"When I grow up and get married, I'm living alone!" he yelled, jumping up and down, his little paws flailing about. "You hear me?! I'm living alone!"

"He won't be livin' alone if he gets married," Stan smirked at Marcus and Barry, but then quickly shut himself up when he remembered his nephew was still listening.

As Johnny watched as Kevin, the young fox kit that had previously been shouting his intentions to live alone, interacted with his siblings, two things entered the infant's mind; first that Kevin was eight, the same age as him, and second that Johnny was, not for the first time, glad he was an only child.

"If she's gonna insult someone, she could at least do it right," Marcus scoffed as one of Kevin's sisters, a vixen in a pink sweater and a necklace made to look like Christmas lights, threw what she thought was a good insult at her younger brother.

"Maybe we shoulda got pizza tonight," Barry commented as the scene shifted to the McAllister family all settling down to a pizza dinner, with the uncle in the film citing some reason or another for that he was unable to chip in.

"That's a load of bollocks," Marcus barked, glaring at the old fox.

Johnny sat up and reached forward toward the coffee table and had just popped open a can of soda when a woman on the movie yelled to a child "Go easy on the Pepsi!" After which said child smirked over at Kevin.

Marcus looked from the screen to the soda can in his son's hand.

"Now you're only gettin' one of those," he warned, pointing at the can and eyeing it as though it were about to explode.

"I don't wet the bed!" Johnny protested, clutching his drink can protectively.

"First time for everything," Marcus teased, letting his son set the drink down on the table before pulling the boy into a playful headlock.

Meanwhile onscreen Kevin and his oldest brother seemed to have gotten into a fight and after a number of spills and shenanigans that followed, one voice broke out over all the clamor.

"Look what you did, you little jerk!"

Silence followed as all the members of the fox family glared at young Kevin, as though he alone were to blame for all that had transpired.

Stan and Barry both glared at Kevin's uncle, the shouter. Both of them knew that not only would Marcus never even think of letting them talk to his son like that, but neither of the blackbacks would even dream of talking to Johnny that way.

Stan glanced over at Johnny, who looked genuinely unnerved by the events unfolding.

In a subtle attempt to maybe set his nephew's mind at ease, Stan softly patted the infant's knee.

Johnny looked over and smiled gratefully at his uncle before turning to look at Barry, who gave him a smile and a nod.

Johnny smiled back before nestling his head against his father's chest, earning a gentle shoulder squeeze from the latter as they watched Kevin's mother berate him.

"Everyone in this family hates me!" Kevin shouted.

"Then maybe you should ask Santa for another family," his mother retorted.

"Mother of the year, that one," Stan snorted.

For a while none of the gorillas said anything as the rest of the night passed in the film and things picked up at the next morning as the entire fox clan all scrambled around to get up and out.

"How the hell is she not gonna check herself to make sure everybody's there?!" Marcus growled.

Stan chuckled and reached over, giving Johnny a small nudge.

"I remember when we left England, your dad didn't even let go of you 'til we were in the air headed 'ere," he said.

"Damn right, I didn't," Marcus nodded.

Johnny scooted a bit closer to his father until he was sitting entirely in his lap and lying against his shoulder, gurgling softly as Marcus's massive hand rubbed his back while his other arm wrapped securely around the child's waist.

From there, the four once again stayed silent and ate their food as the events of the movie continued on in front of them.

The commentary did begin again however when Kevin's uncle Frank once again appeared on-screen, this time trying to get his wife to hide what looked like drinking glasses.

"Amateur!" Marcus snorted. "Doin' it right as the flight attendant's going by? You're askin' to get caught there!"

Johnny started to giggle which soon became howls of laughter as Kevin began racing around the house, committing general mayhem before raiding his brother's room, and finally the gorilla family watched as the little fox cub put on a gangster movie while treating himself to a sundae with a truly staggering amount of marshmallows, ice cream, and absolutely drowned in chocolate syrup.

"Guys, I'm eating junk and watching rubbish!" Kevin called out to no one in particular, believing his family to now be gone forever. "You better come out and stop me!"

As Johnny took another look at the gigantic sundae in the kit's lap, and then at the gangster film, which funnily enough starred a gangster also named Johnny, he looked up at his father with a mischievous grin.

Marcus scowled.

"Don't even think about it," he grumbled.

"You knew that was comin'," Stan chided Johnny playfully.

Johnny frowned and crossed his arms as he leaned back against his father, who began to laugh as the Johnny on the film unleashed a hail of gunfire on his associate.

Stan and Barry both glanced at him in horror, but only for a second or two before they began laughing too.

Johnny shook his head, thinking that the three older gorillas now sounded more like three hyenas.

"Kevin!" Kevin's mother shouted as she started forward in her plane seat, the realization of her error finally sinking in.

"Bit late for a realization, woman!" Barry scoffed, setting his now empty take-out box back on the table.

"No kiddin'," Marcus agreed. "But then if she and that daft husband of hers had been keepin' track of their kids, it never woulda happened."

Despite the situation, Johnny couldn't help but snicker at the irony. Yes, it was just a movie, but it still kind of amused the young gorilla that this family seemed to in fact somewhat loathe each other. Meanwhile, his own family while far from perfect, still got on alright.

Once again for a while, the family quieted back down, only making a comment here or there, and all four cracked up during the scene in which a pair of robbers, a Badger named Harry and a particularly scruffy wolf named Marv entered the film and then later when Kevin believed himself to be a criminal all over an unintentional theft of a toothbrush.

"Kid's got a long way to go before he's a criminal," Marcus snorted.

"You would know," Stan teased.

"Pot and kettle much there, Stan?" Barry chortled.

"Oh sod off, both of ya!" Marcus growled, but said nothing even when they continued to snicker. "And anyway, how'd that lard arse even get to be a cop? Gettin' outrun by an eight-year-old! I'd be too embarrassed to show my face after that!"

"Calm down, Dad," Johnny patted his father's arm before putting it over himself again.

"Gotta give the kids props there," Stan admitted as they saw Kevin pretend to have a house full of people when it was only him moving things about.

"Pretty good," Marcus admitted.

All three however groaned as Uncle Frank once again appeared on the screen, seemingly completely unphased by the fact that one of his young nephews was alone on the other side of the world.

"I don't like him," Stan glowered at the fox who was now parading around, handing out finger food to the others while his brother was trying to contact anyone who could help him with his son.

"I don't like Kevin's brother," Johnny admitted. "He's awful."

"Big brothers tend to be like that," Barry said. "But even your dad wasn't that bad when we were kids."

Marcus gave his brother a dirty look, but said nothing.

The mood was lifted however when Kevin used the footage from the gangster film to scare off the pizza delivery guy after getting his food, at which point all four roared with laughter.'

"That was brilliant," Stan declared, wiping his eyes from laughing so hard. "We gotta try that next time we order pizza."

"That ain't happenin'," Marcus was still chuckling but his tone still left no room for argument. "We do not need the cops here. Besides, we're robbers not menaces to society."

"Pretty sure that bank you hit last month would beg to differ," Johnny couldn't help but tease.

Marcus reached down and gave the infant's stomach a small tickle.

"Business was slow at the garage and we agreed not to rob anywhere during Christmas, so figured Black Friday was the best time for it. They'd be too busy with everything else to notice."

"I thought we were gonna get to see some robbin' in this movie," Barry complained. "So far all we got was that tosser Frank tryin' to lift some crystal glasses."

"Suck it up and enjoy the show, Barry," Stan replied.

Finally, after a surprisingly moving moment with Kevin and his mysterious neighbor, they arrived at the scene where the Wet Bandits (All three of the older gorillas cringed at the name) finally began their descent on Kevin's house. Only to fall into trap after painful trap.

"Well move out from under it, genius!" Marcus yelled when Harry triggered a blowtorch trap that set his head on fire.

Johnny snickered at that, which became squeals of laughter as Marv stepped on, and broke, the ornaments laid out by Kevin.

"I'm gonna kill that kid!" Marv howled.

"I think I'm startin' to like this kid," Stan admitted. "What you lot think?"

"I'm thinkin' this," Marcus gestured to the screen, where the bandits had not both been smashed in the face with paint cans, "Is why we don't rob houses."

Barry and Stan both nodded fervently.

After another little while of traps and other antics, Marcus sighed and shook his head as Harry and Marv were arrested.

"Like I said, boys," he glanced at Stan then at Barry. "That righ' there is why we don't rob houses.

And why Barry's the driver."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Barry asked.

"Because I gurantee you'd do somethin' stupid and get us caught!"

"If anyone got us caught, it's not gonna be me!" Barry shot back. "You can bet on that!"

Johnny giggled at that and then nuzzled close to his father and tugged at Stan's arm, silently requesting the other gorilla to move closer as he listened to Kevin's mother talk about leaving her youngest child behind.

Johnny might have been ready to give the harried fox mother the benefit of the doubt, but it was clear his uncles and father were not.

"She doesn't deserve that," Stan glowered as she hugged Kevin, who eagerly hugged back.

"Now she wants to be a mum?" Barry chimed in.

"Too little, too late," Marcus added, clutching Johnny closer to him.

Johnny smiled and rolled his eyes but hugged his father nonetheless.

"Oh, sure!" Stan threw a hand up as the family all walked away, leaving Kevin standing alone in the front. "You all act like you were so worried about him in Paris and now that you're back with him, you lot just walk off and leave 'im again!"

"Kid should've just went to live with the neighbor," Barry shrugged. "Probably be better off."

"He'd better hope he can set those traps back up fast," Johnny remarked. "His brother sounds pretty mad."

As the film went off, Stan and Barry both took turns giving their nephew a quick hug, which the little boy eagerly returned before he turned and climbed onto his father's shoulder.

Marcus smiled at his son and gave the boy a strong hug before gently setting him down.

"Ready to start the second one?" he asked.

"Yeah!" Johnny raced over to the television.

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Alright, this was originally going to be a one-shot, but it'll be a two-shot and the next chapter will be out later tonight. Merry Christmas, and remember reviews make great presents.