DM Margo Alone Chapter 5
''You can say hello when you see me'' he continued, ''You don't have to be afraid of me. The kids in the neighbourhood tell lots of spooky stories about me, but none of them are true''. Margo got the courage to speak.
''Are you visiting anyone for Christmas?'' she asked. ''No'' said Mr Malvern, ''I kept falling out with my son and I said some not very nice words that I didn't mean and we haven't spoken to each other since''.
Margo understood how Mr Malvern felt. ''Can't you try talking it over with him?'' she asked. ''I'm afraid he won't talk to me'' Mr Malvern sighed. Margo knew that feeling, it was like she was afraid her family wouldn't come back.
''You can be a little old for some things'' said Mr Malvern, ''But you can never be too old for being afraid weather you have PTSD or not''. ''I know'' said Margo. After the service, Mr Malvern said he would think about trying to talk to his son.
As Margo left the church, she saw it was already dark which meant Bratt and El Macho would be there soon to rob her house. Margo ran home quickly taking care not to slip on any icy spots. There was no time to lose. Once Margo was home, she draw a big plan on a piece of paper. She'd just had a brilliant idea!
Margo wasted no time setting a load of booby traps all over the house. She sprayed some water on the front door steps with the hose. She scattered some old toy cars that had belonged to Gru when he was little. She smeared tar on the lab steps. She made a huge pile of feathers next to a fan. She hid some sharp ornaments under the windowsills. She tied paint cans to rope and stretched a trap wire through the hallway. She even built an escape route by making a zip line to the tree house outside. Finally Margo had done everything she needed.
She had just enough time for a quick dinner before the big moment. Soon enough, Bratt and El Macho showed up in their van. ''Ok we'll check it out'' said El macho, ''We can always come back for the truck''. ''How do you want to go in?'' asked Bratt.
"By pretending to be someone else behind that door," El Macho snickered, ''We'll go to the back door. Maybe she'll let us in. You never know''. ''Yeah'' said Bratt, ''She's a kid, kids are stupid''. "And this time," El Macho continued, "Gru won't be there to save her".
They made their way round to the back of Gru's house unaware of what Margo had in store for them. Inside, Margo heard them arrive. ''This is it'' she told herself, ''Don't get scared now''. She grabbed Gru's gun and went to the back door seconds before the burglars did.
After clearing his throat, El Mach imitated Santa. "Ho-ho-ho. Merry Christmas little Sheila. We know that's you're in there and that you're all alone''. ''Yeah come on kid, open up'' said Bratt, ''It's Santa Claus and his elf''.
"Got some nice presents for ya!" El Macho said, ''Be a good little girl now and open the door''. On the other side of the door, Margo wasn't fooled by any of these words. She remembered those voices anywhere. She used to have a crush on El Macho's son but she got replaced by another girl and knew that Bratt kidnapped her, and her sisters and Lucky, and took them to Hollywood.
Margo poked the gun through the flap in the door and shot El Macho in the crotch desperate to get her own back for letting his son cheat on her. CRACK!
"DAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!" El Macho hollered. ''What's wrong?'' Bratt asked in surprise. El Macho rolled on the ground with agony. "GET THAT LITTLE JERK!"
Bratt got down on his knees and stuck his head through the flap and smiled innocently at Margo. "Hello," Margo said. Without another word, she shot Bratt in the forehead. "DAAAHHH!" Bratt shrieked. "OUCH! MY FACE! MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!". ''Yes!'' Margo whooped with joy and ran off.
Groaning, El Macho and Bratt clutched their pain. 'The little jerk is armed!'' Bratt gasped. ''That's it!'' El Macho spluttered, ''I'm going round the front, you go down the lab!''. "Right!" Bratt agreed as he stood up before running. He headed down the steps to the back door of the lab and broke open the door with a crowbar. He made his way through the dark lab and found what he thought was a light switch.
But it wasn't, it was the cable of an iron that Margo had stuck in the laundry chute! Bratt pulled it only to have the iron fall down and hit him smack on the head. Yelping in pain, Bratt collapsed to the ground. "D'OW!". At the same time, El Macho had made his way round the front of Gru's house. As he took one step, He slipped on the ice made by the water that Margo had sprayed on the front door steps earlier.
"YAAAAHHH! OGH! he grunted and groaned. He tried again by holding onto the door handle which burnt his hand cos Margo had hooked a glowing hot BBQ starter onto the doorknob of the front door. Steam hissed loudly. "AAAAAAHHHHHH!" El Macho screamed and stuck his hand in the cold snow. The hot stuff cooled away, feeling rather relaxing.
Meanwhile, Bratt was struggling to climb the tar covered steps. He even had to remove his shoes and socks. "Come on!" Bratt strained. Suddenly he stuck his bare foot into a sharp nail Margo had stuck hidden in the tar. "AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!" he screamed falling back down the stairs.
At moment, El Macho was hurrying back round the back door where they'd started, muttering terrible painful things he would do to Margo in return under his breath. He checked the doorknob on the back door, pressing his hand against it. It was cool to the touch and he kicked the door flap to be on the safe side, there was no gun there that time.
El Macho sized his chance to open the door safely. "I'm gonna force Gru's daughter into marrying my son again!"
Suddenly, as he slowly opened the door and made his way through, a blast of fire struck him right on the head! Margo had set up a blow touch above the door tying them together so that the blowtorch would set either Bratt's or El Macho's head on fire whenever they tried to get in.
"AAAAAUUUUUUUHHHH!" he screamed with his eyes wide with terror and with that he shot back outside and stuck his head in the cold snow just like he'd done with his hand. The steam hissed even louder. ''Harrgghh'' he winced as the pain died down.