Hello readers! I told you I'd be back with a brand new chapter. And yes (Mike Gardin jr) more chapters will be coming! These next few chapters will involve Wolf and his friends trying to get back the Golden Dolphin from the kid while dodging some very harmful home-made traps along the way. These next chapters will be inspired by Home Alone and I hope you all will enjoy this. So just sit back, relax, and have fun reading this next new chapter!
Warning: What you're about to read will contain: harm and weapons
Chapter 10:
The Bad Guys began preparing themselves for the unknown.
They huddled around a blueprint of the kid's house which appeared to be an incredibly large mansion. The mood is tense, as they recount their failed attempt to steal the prized artifact—the Golden Dolphin—now locked away in the child's high-tech vault.
"Alright, friends. Enough sulking," Wolf says confidently. "We're not going to let a kid outsmart us again. This time, we're going back in. But this time…we're prepared"
"Prepared for what? To be turned into art projects again?" Snake retorted
"Uh, correction…we were tasty art projects" Piranha recalled
Wolf smirks, unfazed. "No Snake. Prepared to win. Let me explain the plan…"
Wolf gestures to a makeshift blueprint of the kid's house pinned to the wall, completed with scribbled notes, trap markers, and crayon doodles. Webs rolls her eyes but starts typing away on her laptop to map out the mansion's defenses.
Step 1: The Entry Point
"So here's Step One…we'll arrive at 10 pm" Wolf said, pointing to the front of the house. "The kid will expect us all to barge through the front door. Shark, you're going to cause a distraction in the backyard by pretending to be…I don't know…a moving hedge or something"
Shark beams up with delight on his face. "I LOVE it! Hedge Shark, reporting for duty!"
Snake shakes his head in annoyance.
"If the giant tuna's childish antics don't trick the little twerp, the embarrassment will" Snake snickered
Shark glared at the reptile's insult.
Step 2: Navigating any Movements
Wolf circles the areas labeled, "Danger Zone" on the blueprint.
"Webs will be the first to sneak inside and take down any cameras and drones that might surviel our every movement, while giving us a small window to move inside. Piranha, you're leading the charge—but watch your step this time. The little guy could have pressure plates in the hallway"
Piranha salutes his leader. "Don't worry, hermano. I'm light on my feet, Like a ninja!"
Webs smirks, "You mean like the last time you slipped on marbles?"
Wolf interrupts, "Focus! Once we're past any sort of house securities, we stick to the walls and use the suction-cup boots Webs made for all of us"
Step 3: The Decoy Treasure
Wolf grins as he unveils a fake Golden Dolphin made out of a papier-mâché and gold paint and places it on the table.
"Snake, buddy, this is where you come in. When we get to the vault, the kid will have eyes on the Golden Dolphin. We'll swap it out with this fake and make our escape while he's busy gloating" Wolf said
Snake raised an eyebrow. "A kid who can pull off a more Cloonier look than you won't exactly fall fall this" he retorted, pointing at himself with his tail
"That's why it's Plan B" Wolf said, patting his best friend on the back. "Plan A is…winging it!"
Snake groans, "Fantastic"
Step 4: The Escape Route
Wolf finishes the plan with a flourish.
"Once we have the Dolphin—or the kid thinks we do—we'll retreat through the attic window. Shark's distraction will have bought us enough time to avoid his final reckoning. Webs, you'll guide us through using the blueprints"
Webs crosses her arms, smiling confidently. "I'll do my part, Wolfie, but if that kid sets off even one paint bucket...you're all on your own"
Wolf chuckled, "Don't worry. I've got this all figured out"
The gang exchanges skeptical glances as Wolf wraps up his explanation.
"Any questions?" Wolf asks with a confident smile.
Shark was the first to raise a fin.
"Yeah, what if we just ask the kid nicely for the Dolphin?" Shark asked
"Or we just take up on his word?" Piranha muttered
Webs cocked a brow, "Seriously?"
Snake just shakes his head at the two fish and says, "Wimps"
Wolf leans forward, grinning. "Where's the fun in that?"
The scene changes to where we see Boy perched on the edge of his bed. After overhearing everything on what the Bad Guys were going to do, the kid was ready to get in action. A blueprint of his mansion spread out before him. Colored markers and sticky notes were scattered across the floor, each one detailing a different trap. Boy just grins mischievously.
"Alright, Bad Guys" Boy said, "If you're coming back for the Golden Dolphin, you better bring your best game. Because this house is about to be a fortress!"
The child turns to his guinea pig companion who happens to be panting his tongue out with excitement.
"Let's get to work, Barks!" Boy declared
(BARKS BARKING)
Boy leaps into action, grabbing supplies from his workshop, a cluttered yet impressive space filled with gadgets, tools, and contraptions of his own design. With music blasting in the background, Boy begins transforming his ordinary home into a chaotic labyrinth of traps.
The Front Porch - The Greasy Surprise
Boy sets the stage at the front by dumping tacks on the sidewalk, then dousing all the steps with grease, carefully spreading to create an invisible slick from the bottom of the staircase to the front door.
"When they slip," Boy says to himself, "They'll feel nothing but needles. Classic!"
The Living Room - The Pastry Bombs
In the living room, Boy pills up a series of pastries he baked in the kitchen—chocolate, vanilla, and even strawberry—which he will use to pie anyone who tries to break into the windows.
"A little dessert never hurt anyone," Boy jokes, tossing a handful of sprinkles in the air for the fun of it
The Kitchen - The Sticky Trap
Boy lines the kitchen floor with double-sided tape, then plastic tubs of honey above the cabinets. A tripwire will release the honey, drenching anyone foolish enough to enter.
"Stick around, Bad Guys," Boy says with a snicker, tying the wire
The Hallway - The Rolling Barrels
Boy positions a row of bowling balls at the top of the staircase, ready to send them rolling down with a push of a lever. To add insult to injury, he places an open box of marbles at the bottom.
"Nothing says welcome like marbles" Boy remarks as he secures the lever in place
The Vault Room - The Final Defense
Finally, Boy focuses on the room containing the Golden Dolphin. He places laser pointers in a crisscross pattern to mimic a high-tech security grid and sets up a hidden painful turret that activates if the lasers are tripped.
"If they make it this far, they'll wish they hadn't" Boy declares, loading the paintball turret with neon paint.
The scene concludes with Boy surveying his work, a proud glint in his eye. The kid was so proud of himself. He then adds a final touch—a sign on the front door that reads: "Welcome, Bad Guys. Good luck getting past me!"
From his control room, Boy powers up his surveillance cameras and sips a juice box, waiting for the inevitable to come knocking on his door.
"Game on, dummies"
The kid playfully mutters, his grin growing wider as the sound of a familiar vehicle approaching from the outside.
The scene changes as the night remains young as a chilly wind rustles through the quiet empty suburban neighborhood. Suddenly a familiar black Chevrolet Camaro pulled in and parked on the side of the street next to the house they were going to rob tonight…it was Wolf and the gang. The Bad Guys, cloaked in their full-body tactical suits, pull up in front of the kid's mansion. Armed with a mixture of determination and leftover embarrassment from their last encounter, Wolf had lead his team to their destination.
Shark was amazed by how big and fancy the house looked on the outside.
"Wow, the kid's living a life of luxury for sure" Shark complimented
"Of course he's one of those snotty rich kids…the parasites. That explains so much" Snake retorted, with a grumpy scowl
"Alright, team," Wolf whispers. "This is it. Time to steal back what's rightfully ours"
"Yeah, it's payback time" Piranha whispers, pounding his fins
"Piranha…we're just here to take back the Dolphin. Remember?" Wolf reminded the little brawler, about not harming the kid
Piranha's shoulders slumped in disappointment. "Oh, yeah, right"
Snake glares up at the house, his tongue flicking in irritation. "If this kid embarrasses me one more time, I'm turning his shoelaces into a noose!"
Shark, who was balancing a sack of props for future disguises, grins nervously.
"You sure he's even awake? It's kind of late at this time of night" Shark pointed out
"Oh, he's awake," Webs murmurs, typing on her laptop. She points to the surveillance footage she's hacked: the kid is in his control room, fiddling with a device except his face was unseen in the background.
"Somebody sure loves staying up past their bedtime. The little jerk" Webs grumbled
"Alright, Webs, you're up!" Wolf said, to their hacker. "Think you can handle this one on your own?"
"The kid's coding is good. But not 'Spider-Good.' I'll shut his tech down in minutes" the arachnid assures the team
Shark raises a fin, "Uh, what if the hacking doesn't work?"
The arachnid gave the sea predator a deadpan look while Wolf just smirked back.
"Then we're toast. But let's stay optimistic" Wolf told him
"Wish me luck, boys!" Webs said
The arachnid hopped out of the car and began crawling her way towards the house. The four other Bad Guys watched her once she managed to find her way inside. Soon as she was out of sight—the others just nodded at each other knowing she'll pull through this without having any problems. It was a stressful four minutes as they waited patiently for her signal. Suddenly the house's power went out which caught their attentions. That was strange? Usually houses don't lose power unless there was a storm. It wasn't long until the power quickly came back on by itself. Wolf then noticed the security cameras outside were down as if they were fully shut-down. This only had to mean one thing: Webs had successfully hacked the kid's home system.
The limbless reptile snickered, "Guess the little tyke's not so smart after all"
(WOLF, SNAKE, SHARK, AND PIRANHA START SNICKERING AND LAUGHING IN THE PROCESS)
Suddenly they heard their hacker's voice come on their earpiece's.
"Guys, I'm in. Do you copy?"
"Copy" Wolf responded
"Copy" Snake responded
"Copy" Piranha responded
"Copy" Shark responded
"Okay, head for the backyard. There's a back door that leads to the kitchen. You'll find the kid in there" Webs instructed. "Be sure to give him a really good scare"
"Copy that, we're on the move" Wolf responded
The leader turns to his pals to see they all felt more confident than ever. This looked like this was gonna be an easy job after all.
"Let's bounce" Wolf declared
The four guys exited the vehicle and started heading their way towards the backyard.
Inside, Boy sat at the kitchen table, the golden crust of his grilled cheese sandwich calling to him. The warm, gooey cheese had melted perfectly, dripping onto the plate in tantalizing streams. He clasped his hands together and closed his eyes.
"Dear Lord, I thank-you for this food—and please, give me strength for what's about to happen here tonight"
His stomach growled audibly, urging him to take a bite. Just as he reached for the sandwich, the soft chime of the clock struck. It was 10 pm—time to get to work.
Boy let out a quiet sigh and pushed his plate aside. This mission came first.
He sprinted to the kitchen door that led to the backyard, grabbing his trusty BB gun on the way. The weight of the weapon felt reassuring in his hands as he checked its readiness. He pulled up a chair, positioning himself just behind the doorway, concealed by the shadows.
"This is it, Barks" Boy said, whisperingly. "Don't get scared. We've got this. They're just... a bunch of dummies"
His guinea pig companion said nothing but gave a silent nod in reply.
The child peeked out through the curtain shades, his heart pounding. The night air was cold and still, thick with anticipation. Boy's grip tightened on the BB gun. His mind flashed to the grilled cheese still sitting on the table, but he shook the thought away.
"Focus. They'll be here any second" Boy whispered
The faint sound of whispers drifted on the breeze, followed by movement near the bushes. Boy smirked. Game on.
The backyard was eerily quiet (except for the large swimming pool with flashing lights in the background) as the gang tiptoed closer to the back door, trying not to trip over each other. Wolf gestured for silence, his claws pressed dramatically to his lips. Wolf, Snake, Piranha, and Shark crouched low in the bushes, their eyes locked on the house. They saw no movement except all lights were turned on from the inside.
Wolf slyly grinned. "Alright, team. Stay sharp. We're going to charm the kid and walk out of here with that Dolphin. Easy"
"Charm? Oh yeah, because that's always worked" Snake retorted
Piranha was starting to get all excited. "Let's just charge in! He can't stop us all!"
Shark, who looked very perturbed, still wasn't convinced. "Guys, are we sure this is a good idea? I mean, I've got a bad feeling about this. Like, really bad"
Snake glared at the big fish. "You worry too much. He's just a stupid kid. A one man army"
Wolf ignored them, putting on his most diplomatic smile as he and the four began creeping towards the door. Boy, who saw their shadows approaching remained quiet as a mouse; not making a single sound in the background. Suddenly he heard the canine knocking softly on the backdoor with exaggerated politeness.
"Hey little buddy. Remember us," Wolf calls out from the outside, in his smooth and playful tone. "We know that you're in there…all alone…and guess what? We're here for our Golden Dolphin"
Boy broke his silence.
"Oh, hi, Mr. Wolf!" Boy called out. "I was wondering when you'd show up again. Ready to lose... again?"
Piranha snickered, "The kid's got guts!"
Wolf pressed a finger to his lips, shushing the crazy fish. "Listen pal, why don't you just open up and we'll have a little chat? I think you'll find that holding onto the Golden Dolphin is way more trouble than it's worth"
No response. The kid wasn't falling for it.
Snake knew the kid was resisting and spoke next. "Let me try. Listen up, runt! Give us the Dolphin before things get... unpleasant!"
"Don't mind him. We ain't gonna hurt you, chico" Piranha assured
Shark nodded, "No, no, we just wanna be friends"
From behind the door, the kid's voice called out, dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh yeah, sure. Let's all totally be friends. Not happening!" Boy said back
Wolf sighed and turned to the gang. How were they going to get this stubborn kid to open the door? But was that going to stop their leader…NO! Wolf wasn't going to back down this easily. It was time to do something a little more... creative.
The canine leaned down, peering closely at the door's lock. With a sly grin, he started fiddling with it, muttering to himself.
"Alright, kid" Wolf said, placing his paws on his hips. "I didn't wanna have to do this…but if you won't open this door, then I'll huff…" he said swaying his hips to the left, "and I'll puff…" he said swaying his hips to the right, "and I'll blow—"
Suddenly, a faint click came from the doggy door, and a small barrel poked out. No one noticed it until—Pop! A BB shot through the air, hitting Wolf square in the groin.
(SHOTS FIRED)
For a moment, there was silence. Then, Wolf's eyes widened, his smirk vanishing, and it was replaced with a deep mix of slapstick and sheer agony. He then let out a loud, guttural howl of pain that echoed through the entire neighborhood.
(WOLF HOWLING IN AGNONY)
The canine's face contorted into a mix of disbelief and fury, and between gasps of pain, as he curses quietly under his breath. It was a kind of over-the-top reaction that's both hilarious and pitiful, making you laugh and wince at the same time.
"OH, SWEET MOTHER OF—" He doubled over, clutching himself, hopping on one foot like a deranged flamingo. "WHO—WHAT—WHY?!"
"What's wrong?" Shark asked, looking confused
"Hermano?" Piranha asked
Snake, lounging nearby, barely stifled a snicker. "You okay there, fearless leader?"
"DO I LOOK OKAY?!" Wolf barked, his voice an octave higher than usual. He stumbled into a chair, knocking it over in his flailing. "I swear, when I find out who did this, they're gonna—OW!"
Snake rolled his eyes, "Drama queen."
"DRAMA QUEEN?!" Wolf howled, still hopping. "I just got shot in the family jewels, Snake! This isn't drama—it's a tragedy!"
Snake along with Shark and Piranha all glanced at each other with cocked eyebrows and tilted heads. Looking oblivious to the chaos that just happened to Wolf.
Wolf winced like an injured puppy as he fell to his knees while clutching onto his big boy parts, "Gah! My dignity…shattered!"
Snake slithered toward the door, tail swishing in annoyance.
"Let me handle this. I'll talk some sense into the little brat—" Snake said
Pop! Another BB shot out, striking Snake right in the tail. He yelped, thrashing in place. The limbless reptile's reaction suddenly became a mix of fury and slapstick chaos. Imagine him flailing his tail wildly, hissing in outrage, and hopping around in a way that's both ridiculous and dramatic.
(SHOTS FIRED)
"AGH! My tail! My precious tail! You'll pay for this, you little pest!" Snake cried, in a sharp and venomous tone
While Snake writhed in pain, Shark gulped and decided to take a cautious step forward.
"Kid? Hey, uh, it's Shark. Maybe we could...you know...compromise?" Shark asked, timidly
Before Shark could say another word, a BB whizzed out and smacked him square on the foot.
(SHOTS FIRED)
Shark's reaction was a mix of clumsy panic and over-the-top dramatics. Picture him hopping on one fin, flailing his massive arms, and letting out a deep, booming "OW! OW! OW!" with each jump. The master of disguise's face became a twist that was turned into a mix of shock and betrayal, as if the BB gun had personally offended him. Between hops, the big fish shouted things like, "Why the feet?! I need those for... standing!"
Piranha was laughing hysterically by this, unable to control himself. Although, it pained him to see his friends hurting he decided to handle this himself.
"You guys are terrible at this! Let me handle it!" Piranha said
Noticing the doggy door, the tiny Columbian fish waddled up and stuck his head through. The moment the BB gun is pointed at his face, his expression freezes for a split second—still smiling, but now with a hint of nervousness.
Aiming the rifle at the crazy fish Boy smiles and says, "What's up, papa?"
Suddenly the kid fires the rifle and the BB hits him square in the forehead. Piranha who had that crazy and angry look in his eyes, let out a high-pitched scream that echoed across the yard.
(SHOTS FIRED)
(PIRANHA SCREAMING IN PAIN)
He stumbles backward, clutching his head dramatically, flopping onto the ground like a fish out of water. Between his wails of pain, he starts cursing in rapid-fire Spanish, mixing exaggerated threats with nonsensical phrases like, "¡Ay, mi cabeza! ¡Esto es una traición! ¡Voy a comerme tu almuerzo, niño!" His flailing is so over-the-top that it's impossible not to laugh, even as the rest of the gang watches in stunned silence.
Boy peeks through the shades of the curtains seeing his home invaders were in so much pain right now. The child then gave out a victorious fist bump.
"YES!" Boy cheered, before dropping on one knee doing another fist bump. "YES!"
The child then scattered away ready for more fun yet to come…at least for him.
The scene changes back outside in front of the backdoor. The four Bad Guys, groaning and feeling defeated for the pain that was inflicted on them, were once agin NOT happy. They were about ready to turn this kid into confetti…barbaric style!
"The little chico's got fire on him!" Piranha shrieked, in fury
Wolf gritted his teeth as he rubbed his injured pride. Seeing the kid won't listen to reason saw there was only one other option…breaking in.
"Alright, that's it! That's it! He wants to play hardball? Let's give him hardball!" Wolf barked
The four Bad Guys huddled together as Wolf laid out his new scheme.
"I'll go in through the front door. Snake, you slither in through the windows. Shark, you're on basement duty. And Piranha—"
"Yeah, boss?" Piranha asked, excitedly
"You're going in through the plumbing if you have to!" Wolf ordered
"Now this is my kind of plan!" Piranha said, with eyes sparkling with excitement
Snake groaned, "This is going to be a disaster"
Suddenly Webs's voice came over the comm, "Guys, talk to me. What's up?"
"The plan just changed: we're breaking in the house. I'm going to need you to guide each of us on how to get inside and deal with that little troublemaker" Wolf said, into his earpiece
"Copy that, over and out" Webs replied, through the comm
With that said, the four Bad Guys—split it—taking their positions.
The scene changes where we see Wolf heading for the front.
"Ok, once you make it to the front...there should be a front staircase...it'll lead you straight to the front door" Webs said, through the comm
Wolf tapped on his earpiece. "I know what a front door looks like"
The canine crept toward the house, his sharp eyes scanning for any signs of trouble. As he approached the front staircase, his gaze fell on a cluster of tacks scattered conspicuously across the sidewalk. He stopped, hands on his hips, and let out a dry chuckle.
(WOLF CHUCKLING)
"Really? Booby traps aren't booby unless you hide them," Wolf muttered, shaking his head. "You little moron"
With a confident smirk, he crouched slightly and launched himself into the air, clearing the tacks with a graceful leap. He landed squarely on the first step of the staircase, his tail swishing triumphantly behind him.
However, his triumph was short-lived. Unbeknownst of the grease that was on the steps, the canine's foot slipped on a slick patch, and before he could react, gravity took over. With a yelp, Wolf tumbled backward, arms flailing wildly.
"WHAT THE—AAAAH! "
He hit the ground with a resounding thud, right onto the tacks with a THUD.
(WHACK)
Wolf's reaction showed signs of shock. His one eye twitched—he gritted his teeth—and his voice cracked as he writhed in pain, wheezing and groaning from the fall. But worse...he felt the sharp tacks stabbing his back in a pain he couldn't explain.
"I can't believe I missed that?!" he replied, painfully
From somewhere in the shadows, Webs voice drifted over in the comm, dripping with sarcasm. "Smooth move, Wolfie"
"Got any advice how to get through this?" Wolf asked, in his cracked voice
Webs snorted through the comm. "Nah, I think I'll just enjoy the show for a bit."
Wolf groaned again, muttering under his breath. "I'm surrounded by comedians. Fantastic."
Something from his conscience told him that this was going to be tougher than he thought. He just hopes that his friends won't encounter the same pain and torment he just did.
Or will they?
Looks like it's game on for the Golden Dolphin! Will the Bad Guys make it through Boy's clever home-made traps? Will they survive the pain long enough before they're all put in the hospital? Or will the cops catch up to them? Who knows! Please leave a review and stay tuned because more fun and slapstick action will be coming soon!