Disclaimer: I do not own Home Alone.
That was it. The sun had long set and there was the darkness that surrounded Kevin and Becky in their home. Looking over at the drawing scheme that Kevin had sketched out and colored in, it seemed like something out of both the Looney Tunes and Tom and Jerry. Becky wondered if those shows were something that inspired her brother to create such contraptions within their home. Not only did they look comical to the teen's eyes but they also looked like they would hurt. "Don't you think we're going a bit too far with it?" Becky suddenly asked as she turned her eyes from the drawing and over to Kevin.
Kevin on the other hand didn't think that they were going far at all. In fact, it would show them just with whom they were dealing with. Megan might have called Kevin helpless two nights ago, but Kevin was anything but that. "No we're not," Kevin answered and looked over to Becky, "we gave them a chance to leave us alone but they wouldn't. This out final chance to show them that they can't just barge into our house and take our things!"
"And did it ever cross your mind to call the police?" Becky asked.
Kevin had thought of that, but that didn't mean that he was going to do it right at the beginning. "That would to be too easy. Plus, what if they come and find the police already there? They could be gone and they would never be caught." Seeing that his older sister was still unsure about this whole scheme, Kevin wanted to make sure that she would follow with the plan. "Think about it Becks," he said and received a frown from her. 'Becks' was a nickname that Buzz had given to her when they were the same age as Kevin and she had detested that name right until this day. "Those guys need to be in jail and in a way, we're helping the cops catch them."
You got this all planned out haven't you? Becky wanted to say to her little brother but chose to not say more. She didn't think that this plan was a part of helping the police but Kevin already had his mind set out on doing what he wanted to do. At that, Becky had nothing to do about it no matter how much she would try and persuade him. "Should we try and set up the traps right now?" she asked him.
After designing the scheme, Kevin had another situation in his mind. It was Christmas Eve and it was a very special night for one man that Kevin believed in and he wanted to pay him a visit. There was a little house where a man would be dressed up as Santa Claus and families would go and pay him a visit. Kevin knew that the person who worked there was not the real Santa Claus, but he knew that the person worked for him, and that was as close as Kevin would get to the man that he believed in. "I want to pay a visit to Santa," Kevin said.
Becky knew really well which Santa, Kevin meant. Looking outside of the window, she noticed that the sun had completely disappeared and the light blue sky had turned a dark lavender color. It was only going to get dark during the upcoming minutes. "Kevin it's getting dark out," she said and looked back to her little brother. "Shouldn't we be setting the traps and waiting for them?"
"Becky," Kevin said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his older sister. "We have plenty of time and in that time, I want to pay Santa a visit. He's the one person that keeps promises and makes them happen."
"And what promise is it that you want to make?" Becky asked.
"I want our family back for Christmas," Kevin said, "everyone of them." The fun and games had lasted for Kevin but the thought of never seeing his family again was something that had been at the back of his mind and he didn't want that. He loved his family, no matter how annoying they were. They were the ones who were there for him when he needed them the most and now that the holidays were here and after hearing the bandits' plans, he needed them there with him.
Becky let out a sigh as she reached out her arm and hung it around Kevin's shoulders before pulling him close for a hug. She missed her parents and siblings too after these past days. Even though it had been only a day and a half, it felt forever to Becky. "Go put your coat, hat, scarf, and mitts on," Becky said and gave her brother a pat on his shoulder before smiling down to him, "we have to pay a visit to jolly Saint Nick."
The dinner may not have been much like the usual Christmas dinners that families had, but it had been delightful enough for the bandits to enjoy. After having finished dinner, Marv decided to go and get some sleep. Not only did he feel a bit tired but the food had done his effect on him and he felt that needed to be fresh and ready for the robbery. Harry on the other hand was sitting on the couch in the living room, trying to get some reception with the antenna of the television while Amy washed the dishes.
"Come on you mother..." Harry grumbled under his breath as he tried to get some at least an image on the television but all he got was nothing but a black and white screen. "Damn it!"
"Fighting with the television is not going to make it work," Amy said after she came out of the kitchen and over to the living room. However, it was quite the amusing sight to see him deal with it.
"Would you like to give it a try?" Harry turned his head and looked at her.
The woman let out a sigh after hearing that voice of irritation once again, but after all of those years she had gotten used to it. "I would rather not," Amy replied, "I am too tired to even deal with that," she said before she said as she spun on her heel and walked over to the bedroom. Just like Marv, she wanted to go to bed after spending all of that time cooking and cleaning. No matter how tired she felt, she was glad that they had enjoyed the little Christmas Eve dinner.
"I need to get out of this dress," she whispered to herself and reached inside the closet for her pajamas. Standing up on the tips of her toes, she reached over to the light pink colored pajamas and pulled them towards her. Not only did she receive her pajamas, but a white box fell onto the floor with a thud. The lid remained skewed on the box and a black colored material peeked out of it. Amy threw her pajamas on the bed and knelt before the box and took off the lid and reached inside where she pulled out a black colored police hat and noticed the police uniform that was underneath the hat. She had never before seen this uniform in her home before, and with it being boxed up made it look very suspicious.
Footsteps suddenly came towards her bedroom as he door opened and Harry appeared inside. "Amy, what the hell-" he stopped short and noticed the black hat that she holding in her hands. "Where'd you get that?"
"I found it up there," Amy said and pointed to the top shelf of the closet. "What is this? Why do we have a police uniform in the closet?"
Harry knew that he had to think up of something fast before Amy found out the real reason as to why he was in that uniform. He could say that it belonged to Marv but there were two problems with that lie. He would never rat out his best friend and the uniform was too small to even fit him. "Amy," Harry slowly said and approached her with his hand out towards the police hat, "just give that back."
"This?" Amy pointed to the hat, "oh you want this? Not unless I get an answer," she said and hid the hat behind her back.
"I'm in no mood to explain," Harry said and marched towards her with his hand still out towards the hat, "give it back."
"You're never in the mood for anything," Amy said and cornered herself over to the bed where she could try and keep the hat secure.
In contrast to that, Harry placed his hands right next to her on the headboard of the bed and glared at her. "Give it back Amy." He was not the man who would kid around when he wanted something, but Amy was the opposite of that.
Rolling her eyes, she held out the police hat and placed it onto his head. "Hey," she said as her eyes brightened, "that looks really good on you. Am I under arrest...Officer Lime?" she asked as she reached over with her hands and took a hold of his shirt before slightly pulling him towards her.
Taken aback by her actions, Harry frowned when she pulled him towards her. Taking a good look at his wife before him, his features slightly softened. No matter how much they had gone through in the past, no matter how much they argued, and no matter how much he lied to her, she was his wife and he just couldn't bear the thought of losing her no matter how insistent she could be. "That you are Mrs. Lime," Harry answered her question, playing along with her.
He took notice of a small smile upon her lips as she looked up at him, her eyes never losing that shine that they had. "Oh?" she asked as she playfully rose an eyebrow, "on what charges?"
"For being so damn beautiful," the man answered before he lowered his lips onto hers.
On the walk over to Santa, Kevin pulled his coat tightly around his shoulders. The night was cold but the walk over to the little house was going to be worth it. As both Becky and Kevin got there, the lights in the little home were dimmed and a worker who was dressed up like an elf was just closing up. Even though this was after the hours, Kevin was not going to lose his chance into getting his wish. "Excuse me," Kevin said as he walked up to the woman, "is he still in there?" he asked and motioned his head towards the little house.
The woman looked over her shoulder before taking notice of the worker dressed up as Santa tending over to his car. "He's over there, better hurry up is you still want to talk to him," she said as she looked at the two siblings with a smile. "Have a Merry Christmas."
"Thanks," Kevin thanked the woman before hurrying up over to the man with Becky. "Santa wait up!" Kevin yelled as he ran over to the man. An aroma of smoke hit over his nose as the man discarded the cigarette and wafted the air around them with his hand. No matter how much he did it, the aroma was still there, but Kevin was not going to lose his chance at getting his wish.
Seeing how much in a hurry that man was, Becky looked over to him. "Do you have sometime sir?"
"I got a little after-part I gotta go to," the man answered, "what'd you kids want?" he asked them, hoping that they would cut to the chase.
"I know that you're not the real Santa Claus," Kevin said."
"What makes you say that?" the man asked as he took notice of the fake beard that he was supposed to be wearing but had neglected to do so, "just out of curiosity?" he asked before brining the beard underneath his nose, causing Becky to giggle.
"I'm old enough to know how it works," Kevin said to him, "but I also know that you do work for him and I'd like it if you give him a message."
"Shoot," the man said.
"My name is Kevin McCallister, 671 Lincoln Boulevard," Kevin said as Becky widened her eyes at the information that he had just given to a stranger.
"Kevin," she whispered as she gave her little brother a gently push on the arm but he paid no heed to that.
In Kevin's eight year old mind, he wanted this wish badly than anything that he ever wanted before. "This is very important. Can you please tell him that instead of presents, I just want my family back. No toys but Peter, Kate, Buzz, Meghan, Linnie, and Jeff...and my aunts and my cousins. And if he has time, my Uncle Frank."
The man, being the stranger that he was, found this wish to be very different than from what the other children had told him. The children that he had seen had asked for toys or cars or even a spaceship but this one was very different. Never had any of the other children wished for their families to come back to them. Perhaps this little kid before him understood the meaning of Christmas after all. "I'll see what I can do," the man said and nodded his head towards the two siblings.
"Thanks," Kevin said and looked up at Becky. "Let's go back home Becky."
"Thank you very much mister," Becky thanked the man as she followed alongside Kevin. She didn't know if the man would keep his word towards Kevin's wish, but even she knew that Christmastime was when wishes definitely came true.
