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Christmas Eve
Uncle Rob's House
9:50 P.M.
As Kevin ran down the sidewalk toward his Uncle Rob's house, he could hear
Harry and Marv huffing and puffing behind him. He quickly hopped into the
Dumpster and crawled up the refuse chute to the third floor, then climbed one
more set of stairs to the flat, asphalt roof. He ran to the edge of the building and
looked down.
On the street below, Harry and Marv stopped and gasped for breath.
"Where is he?" Harry wheezed, looking around.
"I don't know," Marv replied, panting.
"I'm up here, you jerks!" Kevin waved down from the roof. "Come and get me!"
As the bad guys gawked up at him, Kevin snapped another picture with the
Polaroid. Harry turned to Marv and pulled out his crowbar.
"Bars up!" Harry ordered.
"Let's kill," Marv growled. He started toward the steps to the brownstone.
"Hold on, pea brain." Harry grabbed him by the collar. "Don't you remember we
got busted last time because we underestimated that little bundle of misery? We
don't go after him until we got a plan that's better than his plan."
"This ain't like last time, Harry," Marv replied. "This ain't his house. He's runnin'
scared. He ain't got a plan."
Harry rolled his eyes. "May I do the thinking, please?"
He looked back up at Kevin. "Sonny? Nothing would thrill me more than to
shoot you. Knocking off a youngster ain't gonna mean that much to me. You
understand?"
On the roof, Kevin stared down without answering.

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On the roof, Kevin stared down without answering.
"But here's the deal," Harry continued. "Since I'm in a hurry, why don't you just
throw down your camera, okay? We won't hurt you and you'll never see us
again. Sound good?"
"Promise?" Kevin asked.
"Cross my heart," Harry said.
"Okay." Kevin put the camera down on the roof. Then he picked up a brick.
Below, Harry stepped forward in anticipation. Behind him, Marv waited, picking
his teeth with a toothpick.
"Give it to me, kid," Harry yelled.
Kevin launched the brick. Clunk! It smashed Marv on the head. Kevin smiled.
Direct hit!
Marv was lying on the sidewalk. Little bricks were swirling in circles in front of
his eyes and his head felt like it had swollen to twice its normal size. Harry bent
over him and held up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Marv saw dozens of fingers floating in the air with the bricks. "Uh, twelve?"
Harry clenched his teeth and turned back to Kevin. That kid made him so mad.
"Hey, kid!" he shouted. "You wanna throw bricks? Go ahead. Throw another
one."
Kevin threw another brick. As it sailed down through the air, Harry dodged it.
Bonk! Marv was just getting up from the street when the brick smashed him on
the head and knocked him down again. Unaware that his partner had been hit,
Harry stuck his tongue out at Kevin.
"If you can't do no better than that, kid, you're gonna lose!" Harry shouted.
"Better try again."
Marv lay dazed on the street, watching more little bricks and fingers float around
in the air. "Uh, Harry, no . . ." he groaned.
Too late . . . Kevin threw down another brick and again Harry jumped out of the

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way. Sprong! Marv got smashed in the head.
"You got any more?" Harry yelled up at Kevin.
Kevin held his fire. Harry turned and found Marv sprawled on the street. "Hey,
come on, get up. How come you're still lying around?"
Harry's words sounded distant and faint. Marv opened his eyes and saw three of
everything, including three more bricks sailing down at them. "Harry!" he
gasped, pointing upward.
Harry turned and saw the brick coming. He ducked.
CLUNK! Marv got hit again. This one knocked him out.
Harry looked down at his unconscious partner. "Don't worry, Marv. That kid's
dead. Nobody throws bricks at me and gets away with it."
Leaving Marv to recover from his headache, Harry snuck down an alley behind
the brownstone. There he found another Dumpster filled with rubbish. Above it
was a metal fire escape. If he snuck up the fire escape, Harry thought he might
be able to take the kid by surprise. He climbed up on the Dumpster, but the
bottom of the fire escape was just out of reach. Harry crouched down like a
swimmer and then sprang forward. His hands went around the bottom wrung of
the fire escape.
He would have held on, but Kevin had greased it.
Harry swung forward. The bottom wrung slipped out of his hands. Harry went
down.
Thwamp! Harry hit the ground flat on his back.
Still dizzy from the bricks, Marv staggered up the front steps and tried to open
the door, but the doorknob came off in his hand. There was a string attached to
the knob. Marv pulled on it. Nothing happened. Marv frowned and pulled
harder. Still nothing. Marv backed up against the door and gave the string a real
hard yank.
The string was connected to a staple gun aimed through the key hole.

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