Disclaimer: I do not own Home Alone.


"That breakfast was so good," Kevin commented as he was walking the streets of Winnetka with Becky. To the eight year old's dismay, the siblings didn't have enough money for the Christmas Special Breakfast but at least both of them could afford a stack of chocolate chip pancakes that they could share with a cup of hot chocolate. After having his fill of such a large breakfast, Kevin felt that he was going to have to skip lunch. He had eaten so many pancakes than his stomach could handle.

Becky felt the same as her little brother. After eating five pancakes and downing it with some hot chocolate, she felt that her stomach was going to explode. However, Becky couldn't blame herself for eating so many pancakes. That pancake house was the best of the best in Chicago and if she had the chance, she would try every single on of those pancakes. "I couldn't agree more," Becky said whilst she walked, hearing the snow crunch underneath her boots. "So do we have an idea on what we are getting at the store?"

Kevin had made a mental list in his head. There were out of milk, eggs, and fabric softener but to Kevin, that didn't mean that they had to limit themselves to only those three items. They could even get some things that they wanted. "Yeah I do," Kevin spoke and nodded his head to Becky.

"Then let's hurry along and get them, we have plenty of work to do once we get home," Becky said as the two of theme suddenly came upon a small supermarket. The best thing about that was it was very close to home therefore making it a short walk on their way back.

Back at the pancake house, both Becky and Kevin had agreed on how they would spend their day. Two days before, the two of them had done nothing but gorge themselves in junk food, movies, and outwitting those two bandits. Kevin had suggested that they first take care of some of the domestic housework such as doing the dishes, the laundry, and dusting the floors so the house would be clean come Christmas Day. Becky was impressed with her brother's sudden responsibility of taking care of the house. If only their siblings were here to see it, it would be proof that Kevin could do more than just how to not pack a suitcase.

Kevin took a few strides forward and the doors of the supermarket opened up for them. The Christmas music of Jingle Bell Rock was playing throughout speakers of the supermarket the moment that the two McCallister siblings entered. Kevin's eyes looked around from the many people that surrounded the market and then over to one of the carts beside him. He had seen his mother do this all the time. She would always take a cart with her and fill it with the needed groceries and just thinking about it, it didn't look too hard for Kevin to do. He reached over on the handles of the cart and began to push it into the store.

"Do you need any help with that?" Becky asked as she walked alongside him.

"No I got it," Kevin said and began to look at the shelves that were stacked with different types of sweets and candies. It was so tempting to grab each and every single one of those but Kevin had to remember that they were on a small budget with the money that they had and they just couldn't carelessly spend it. Kevin moved right along with the candy aisle and then over to another aisle where he came upon a selection of juices. Orange juice was one that the family drank, mostly around breakfast time, and during times like this, Vitamin C was definitely needed.

Becky wanted to be as helpful as she could towards Kevin so she had herself occupied by looking at the other items that they could find. "I see the milk and eggs," she said as she walked over and picked up a gallon of milk and a carton of eggs.

"Get two at least," Kevin said and pushed the cart towards her.

"Kevin we're not going to bake a wedding cake, one of each is enough," Becky responded with a roll of her eyes. Just don't start right now she thought, hoping that a fight wouldn't erupt between them.

Kevin gave his sister a long stare. "We could be snowed in! Then what do we do?" he challenged her with that question.

"Then we will check the weather and deal with it," Becky said and placed one gallon of milk and the one carton of eggs in the cart.

"Fine, but I am getting one of those microwavable dinners," Kevin said. He had his eyes on that microwavable macaroni and cheese ever since he was last at the supermarket with his mother. Kate had been against the idea of having Kevin or even any one of her children of getting boxed pre-made foods but since neither Kevin or Becky could cook, the eight year old felt that this was really needed.

Becky on the other hand was not a great fan of macaroni and cheese. The way that the cheese coated the pasta reminded her of sticky, yellow, and salty slime and the 'squishing' sound that it made when it was picked up with a fork made Becky hate it even more. "You get your mac and cheese and I'll get something else," she said before going forward and exploring what other foods the aisles had to offer.

Walking up to the grand refrigerator, Kevin pulled it open and reached as high as he could for the box of macaroni and cheese. Being only a child, and short at that, his fingers only lingered a few inches under the box. The eight year old let out a disappointed grunt and decided to give it a second attempt. He stood on the tip of his toes once more but that helped to no avail. Suddenly, the refrigerator door opened next to him and Kevin noticed a woman that had chestnut colored hair and hazel eyes. "Excuse me," Kevin blinked as he looked at her, "can you please give me some help?"

The woman turned her eyes over to see who had spoken to her before she cast her eyes down to the floor. A look of surprise was upon her face at the sight of a young child all alone in the supermarket. "What's the matter honey? Did you lose your parents?" she asked as she looked at him with worry, thinking that he was probably lost.

A little smile came upon the eight year old's lips as he looked at her. "Oh no," he shook his head, "my mom is just waiting out in the car. I was wondering if you could reach that box up there for me," he said as he pointed up to the blue box that rested within the refrigerator.

The woman looked over to the box that he pointed. "Of course," she nodded as her hand clasped upon the box and then held it out to Kevin, "here you go honey. I am just relieved to see that you're not lost."

"No," Kevin said, "I'm just helping out my mom."

"Well I am sure that she's very happy to have a you helping her out," the woman replied.

"Thanks, I do the best that I can," Kevin said and placed the box into the cart. The moment that he did, he looked up when he saw Becky approaching the cart. "What did you get?" he asked.

Becky looked over at the frozen food that was in her hand. "Some fancy dinner meal, whatever it is," she said and threw that into the box. "I don't really like these sort of foods. Too bad we can't cook."

Kevin's eyes widened when Becky said that. He didn't want to give the impression to the woman behind him that they were home alone. Then what would they do if she were to find out? "Don't worry," Kevin said as he gave his sister a hard look, "mom is just too tired to cook today. We'll take care of it."

"But Kevy mom isn't-" Becky was saying until Kevin's sudden interruption.

"Isn't she exhausted enough?!" Kevin exclaimed causing Becky to raise an eyebrow at his sudden outburst. "Now come on, we have to hurry before she comes in and looks for us," he said and pushed the cart towards Becky, causing her to walk backwards until he was well out of her way.

Becky stood there, dumbfounded at what had just happened. What did just happen? Becky thought to herself as she stared at Kevin disappearing into the aisle where the fabric softener was sold. Shaking her head and paying no attention to the woman with the chestnut colored hair, she hurried along after Kevin until she found him picking out a bottle of fabric softener. "Okay, what was that all about?" she suddenly asked.

Kevin placed the fabric softener inside the cart and looked at Becky. "There was a woman there who helped me grab the mac and cheese box."

"Was she bothering you?" Becky asked him.

"No," Kevin shook his head, "but she asked if I was lost. I told her that our mom was waiting out in the car. That's why I had to push you out of the way like that."

Kevin had basically told a woman, that they didn't even know, a lie. "Smart thinking," Becky said with a nod of her head.

"I know," Kevin stated rather proudly and smiled to his sister, "now let's get out of here."


Out of all the things that Amy had expected to see in the supermarket, she had never expected to see such a young boy doing the groceries. And who was that other girl with him? It wasn't difficult for Amy to come to the conclusion that the girl was probably his sister helping him out while he did his round of groceries. Speaking of groceries, Amy didn't even know what to get to prepare a decent Christmas Eve meal for three with the budget that she had. The frozen foods seemed like a good option but she felt that Harry and Marv deserved more than that, even after the tiring 'jobs' that they were going through.

Neither Harry nor Marv had been specific of what their 'jobs' were to Amy, the only description being that those 'jobs' made them tired. Then again, Amy felt that all jobs could make anyone tired. There were moments where Amy wished that she had been successful in finding a job, but all of these job searches had not been successful. It seemed that many jobs required more than just a high school diploma. With a sigh escaping her lips, the woman continued to go on her way to find whatever food she could to create a meal.

Thoughts crossed over her minds on what she could make. She could afford some fruit and make a dessert out of them but for dinner, there were too many possibilities and she didn't know what to pick from those possibilities. "Come on Amy, focus," the woman whispered to herself. There was no time for her to linger around the think. Cooking had a lot of creativity in it and who knew? She could create something delicious that they would all enjoy. Disappointment was something that Amy didn't want to cause towards Harry or Marv. As long as they were satisfied, then she would be as well.


"There's one over there," Becky whispered as she pointed over to a free aisle.

Kevin turned his head over to where Becky pointed and directed his cart over to the aisle. The woman who was working gave Kevin a strange look, almost as if she was wondering what a child was doing in the place.

"Good afternoon ma'am," Becky greeted her, receiving a small smile from the clerk, as she began to help Kevin place the groceries on the conveyer belt while Kevin took a magazine and began to flip through it.

"Are those microwave dinners any good?" the eight year old suddenly asked when he noticed the two boxes of frozen dinners being checked out.

"I don't know," the clerk replied.

"I'll give them a whirl," Kevin responded and Becky rolled her eyes and smirked at her brother's comment. She found it amusing that her little brother would try and act like a grown up.

A slight amused smile was upon the clerk's lips towards Kevin's use of words. After she was finished checking out the items, she calculated the amount that was due. "$21.83," she said and glanced over to Kevin who handed her the movie. The woman reached over for the money and she couldn't resist but ask. "Are you here all by yourself?"

Kevin's blue eyes widened for a mere second. What was he to say now to her? Quickly, Kevin thought of the same words that he had told that woman who had helped him pick out that box from the refrigerator. "Ma'am I'm eight years old, do you think I would be here alone? I don't think so," he said with a shake of his head.

"Would that be your sister?" she asked as she glanced over to Becky.

"Babysitter," Kevin answered, which caused Becky to mentally face palm. "I'm an only child."

"Where's your father?" the clerk asked.

"He's at work," Kevin answered.

"Where's your mom?"

"She's in the car," Kevin said, "we were just going to drop my babysitter off at her house but we both needed some groceries."

"I live on the other side of town," Becky softly spoke, playing along with this tale that Kevin was narrating to the clerk.

The clerk nodded her head towards Becky before looking over to the eight year old boy before her. "And where do you live?"

"I can't tell you that," Kevin responded.

"Why not?"

"Cause you're a stranger," Kevin responded.

It took Becky a lot of will not to let out a gasp when he said it. How could he say something like that to her? Maybe she just wanted to help them. "I'm...I'm sorry about that ma'am," Becky apologized on her younger brother's behalf.

After putting the money in the cash register, a white receipt was suddenly printed with the items that were purchased. The clerk took a hold of the receipt, ripped it from it's place and handed it over to Kevin without uttering another word before she went to put the purchased items into a couple of plastic bags. Instead of placing a couple of items in three or four plastic bags, the clerk pushed them into two bags and placed them on the cart.

"Thanks for your help," Kevin said with his usual bright smile as he pushed the cart out of the aisle and Becky followed after him.

After the two siblings were out of earshot from the clerk, Becky looked over to her brother. "Kevin what is with you? You can't talk to her like that."

"She asked me where I lived," Kevin said to her, "I don't know her, she doesn't know me. I can't tell someone I don't know where I live," Kevin said as if Becky was being educated on such a topic. "You're too gullible sometimes Becky," Kevin said.

Becky was taken aback by her brother's words as she gave him a glare. "Just for that, you're carrying the bags."

"Fine by me," Kevin answered with a shrug and picked up the two overstuffed bags in his hands before journeying on their way back home.