Alex and Emma open the car to see a chip inside.
" So that's what they're after a chip" Alex says
" I'll get this back to Bill he's a wizz at this stuff" Emma says.
" Thanks Emma" Alex says.
Later Angry Luigi finds Bill and gives him the chip.
" What's this?" Bill asked.
" Scan it Emma thinks it's dangerous" Angry Luigi says.
" Sure" bill says and tries but the power went out.
" Dang it that battle was too big" Bill says giving the chip back.
Angry Luigi came back
" No dive" he says
Meanwhile
Nightfall arrived without solace. Everything that could go wrong had gone terribly wrong.
The four crooks sat in the living room of their rented ranch house, surrounded by all their gadgets, licking their wounds and eating Chinese take-out. Save for the occasional moan or cough, no one said a word. The memory of their shared failure lingered too vividly, and frankly, none of them wanted to address the ugly elephant in the room, least of all Alice who still winced from the literal pain in her ass.
The lady thief put an ice pack to her forehead. She wished she could simply sit on it, but she promised herself she wouldn't give Unger the satisfaction of seeing her in such a humiliating pose. She preferred to keep the details of that morning to herself. Besides, the idiot would only crack some senseless joke at her expense. Come what may, she felt convinced that these testosterone-addled blockheads had dragged her down, had cost her the chip. That wasn't the only thing she'd been convinced of, however. The classy cat burglar may have had her pride wounded and the battle lost, but the war was still to be waged and she had one ace up her sleeve – an interesting bit of information she gleaned from putting two and two together. She turned the idea over in her mind like a kitten clawing a ball of string. If her theory proved true, then she could redeem herself no sweat.
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate you hitting me with a van," Unger grumbled at Jernigan, breaking the extended silence. Black and blue splotches covered the large, muscular man. Moreover, he'd chipped a tooth from the aforementioned accident.
Jernigan looked at Unger without sympathy and stuffed a dumpling into his mouth. Compared to the rest of them, he retreated from the chase relatively unscathed. "Never let your emotions get the best of you. You weren't paying attention. You should have been more vigilant."
"And you should have taken driver's ed."
Alice struck her chopsticks on the table. She was fed up with all these childish squabbles. The woman decided it was time to lay her cards on the table. "It's a kid. It has to be a kid."
"Speak for yourself! I'm going to have bad knees when I grow old and I'll have Burton Jernigan to thank!"
Alice ignored Unger's tirade. "The crude construction of the car and camera is a dead giveaway."
"I'm listening," Beaupre finally spoke.
"So, the cops come twice. They don't believe the kid. He takes matters into his own hands. It can't be anything else." Eureka! Alice couldn't help but grin smugly at her own brilliance. It was just so simple! Why didn't they see it before?! Their watcher was nothing but a stupid kid crying wolf! It'd be no problem at all removing him from the picture and retaking the chip. They only needed to know where he lived, and she had a very good idea of that too.
"The argument is very sound," Beaupre replied, nodding his head in assent.
"If that's the case, I say take no chances," Unger rudely interjected, snatching Alice's ice pack from her hand and smothering it across his hairy knees to her disgust. "Tomorrow whack every kid on the block! Burn 'em all! Then look for that damned car."
Alice sighed at the absurdity. Truly, she believed herself to be working with incompetents.
Beaupre attempted to restore order. "One last house remains…." His voice trailed off, though, as his cellphone rang. His normally indifferent countenance showed cracks of apprehension. The older man answered the call, and the entire room suddenly seemed suspended in a vacuum.
Alice watched him from where she sat, feeling goose pimples rising on the back of her neck. Only one other person had Beaupre's number. Immediately, she understood what the caller wanted.
As soon as the conversation ended, Beaupre made known the bad news: their employer issued them only twenty-four hours to retrieve the chip. They had to be on a plane for Hong Kong by tomorrow afternoon. "As I was saying, there is a house within the 200-yard operating radius of the toy car. It's also on the sight lines to all the houses I've been in." The older man turned to the map of Washington Street and stuck a pin on one of the squares. "This is our target. Alice, whose house is it?"
The woman answered at the ready. "It belongs to the Pruitt family."
Meanwhile
Meanwhile Emma was training
Meanwhile
Eight-year old Alex Pruitt sat at the dinner table with his mom, his brother, and his sister. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that he was keenly aware of a band of burglars loose in the area and not a soul believed him. His siblings had taken to bullying the boy over his so-called "false alarms." The police similarly accused him of crying wolf, while the Air Force thought he was joking when he reported finding a strange microchip in his toy car with their insignia on it. Not even his own mother took him seriously. To them all, he was just another dumb kid. Thank god Emma did
The danger was all too real, however. He'd been watching those burglars with Emma long enough to gather that there were four of them. First was a middle-aged man with a haircut like that of Moe's from the Three Stooges; he was always clad in black and seemed to be the leader of the gang. Then, there was this super beefy guy who'd been wearing a super unconvincing old man disguise; he partnered with this skinny guy who drove his van very badly. And lastly, there was a big butt jogger lady who constantly wore the tightest pants; she looked gorgeous but Alex wasn't fooled – she was bad news. The four hadn't stolen anything from the houses they broke into though. They were after something bigger. The chase earlier that morning convinced the boy that there was more to his toy car than met the eye, and that was when he and Emma discovered the Axus Defense Technologies chip.
Those crooks were bound to confront him at some point. It was inevitable. He just wished he had more time to spend with his family in case things didn't go so well. An odd phone call that night would deny him his wish. Alex's mother answered and inadvertently gave the bad guys vital information about him, about the toy car and the chip.
"Yes, you know, he has one of those remote control cars," she said. The caller on the other side claimed to be a certain Mrs Clovis, but Alex could only guess that it belonged to the jogger lady. "He got it from that old woman across the street."
The boy leapt from his chair and made for the phone, pressing the hook to disconnect the call.
"Alex, what is the matter with you!? You don't just disconnect one of my calls," his mother yelled.
"Don't talk to her, please!" he asserted.
"Why not?"
"She's not Mrs Clovis. It was lies. All lies. She's dangerous!"
"What do you mean it wasn't her?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his siblings glaring at him, no doubt judging him or preparing to mock him again. There was no way he could explain any further without making a laughingstock out of himself. Instead, he opened a counter drawer and brought out a phone directory. "Here," he replied. "Call her back. I think you'll be surprised." He then stormed out of the kitchen and went to sit on the stairs. Sadly, he could hear his mother shoving the directory back into the drawer. It was hopelessly clear that she'd punch caller ID to get back on-line with the imposter.
Shaking his head, he understood that it was too late. The siege was coming.
Back in his bedroom, Alex lay in bed, gently stroking his pet rat Doris. He had few other friends he could confide in, let alone friends who believed him. It was clear to the boy that the bad guys would most likely come for him tomorrow once everyone else had gone off to school or work. Much like the past few days, staying home with the chicken pox, he'd be all alone to face them. He couldn't afford to just hide somewhere, hoping for them to go away. He had to fight, even if the odds were against him.
He smiled to himself. He wasn't going to be afraid; he wasn't going to cry. Though they'd been such jerks to him, he loved his family dearly; he swore to protect the peaceful suburban life they shared.
True, the burglars were grown-ups; they were probably seasoned criminals as well. But this was his neighborhood and his house. If he prepared, he'd no doubt have the advantage. It wouldn't matter how old or how big the invaders. He'd beat them, and the house itself would serve as his fortress and his greatest weapon.
The boy decided then and there to wait until everyone else had gone to bed before enacting his plans.
He then calls Emma
" Emma … I got a plan" he says but nothing happened
" looks Like I'm on my own" He says. He looks down..
" did I take her for granted?" Alex asked and thinks back
The cosmic buddies was on one of thier adventures when they stopped by a store.
A robber was about to Rob Mrs pruit but Emma and Alex trip him and look at each other and smiled as Alex's mom was surprised
" thanks" Alex says as Emma gigg6
We cut to a montage of Emma and Alex Pruitt doing fun activities like dancing and singing.
Alex sighed and thinks before Remembering that the cosmic buddies had some adventures.
He sighed in relief then looks at the 4th wall
" did you really think we'd have some falling out?" He asked with a smirk.
Due to the renovations to the house that'd been going on for the past few weeks, Alex had a lot of resources to work with, a lot of materials from which to build traps for the coming battle. He opted to begin with the south side of the house and move up from there.
A cold wind blew all evening. The boy quietly snuck down to the basement. He grabbed a reel of fishing line from a tackle box, a bucket of flooring adhesive, and scavenged two poinsettia plants in ceramic Santa pots, carrying these objects over to the dumb waiter. He then ascended to the attic of the house.
The attic had two strategically placed windows overlooking the back gate which lead to the pool area. He placed one poinsettia Santa pot on each windowsill and tied a separate length of fishing line around each of them. As to where to tie the other ends, he knew just the right place, and promptly flung down the reels onto the path below.
He once again squeezed into the dumbwaiter. Now, he made for the ground floor of the house. He stepped out into the backyard with the flooring adhesive, walking to where the unused ends of the fishing lines had dropped – the southern entrance.
Past the pool area, the southern entrance to the backyard could only be reached by a semi-hidden path lined with an impassable boundary of conifers and a high concrete wall. The ground hadn't been cemented over yet, so the soil made for very uneven walking. Furthermore, it had only one gate at the far end of the trail overlooking the back alley. By all means, the claustrophobic passage looked like the perfect place to stash a few surprises. At the very least, he could slow down the progress of whoever was dumb enough to enter from here. So, with that in mind, Alex locked the lone gate and hung the open bucket of flooring adhesive on the door knob. When that was done, he took hold of the fishing line he'd dropped down earlier and constructed an improvised tripwire set-up by passing each line through chinks in the wall and tautly tying the ends to the trunk of two conifers. If anyone set these babies off, they'd certainly cause the poinsettias overhead to come crashing down. Wham!
Satisfied with this invention, the boy returned to the basement. The night was going to be a long one, and the following day even longer. There were more preparations to be made, many more different traps to build. He'd have to let his imagination run wild to keep his foes from second-guessing him.