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Ding! Ding! Peter shook the silver bell, and both Kate and Kevin looked up,
recalling Christmas morning the year before.
"Every time I hear that bell I remember finding you home alone," Kate said with
motherly love in her eyes. "You were such a brave little boy."
"Sure, Mom." Kevin rolled his eyes. He was tired of hearing about what had
happened last Christmas, when he captured those two dumb robbers. It wasn't
right to dwell on the past. A kid had to get on with his life.
"I thought you'd like to take this along," Peter said, handing the bell to his wife.
"You're right." Kate packed it into her suitcase. Kevin turned back to the TV and
started watching a news show about credit card fraud. A guy who looked like
Karl Malden was saying that the illegal use of stolen credit cards was one of the
fastest-growing areas of crime in the country and the police were really starting
to crack down on the offenders of all ages. Suddenly Peter stepped right in front
of the TV, blocking Kevin's view.
"Hey, look out!" Kevin said. "What're you doing, Dad?"
"Looking for the camcorder battery," Peter said.
"It's in the charger," Kate said.
Peter reached behind the nightstand and pulled out the multiple wall plug, not
noticing that he was disconnecting the digital alarm clock on the night table. He
removed the battery charger and replaced the plug in the wall socket. Instead of
reading the correct time, the alarm clock just flashed 12:00 over and over. Peter
straightened up and turned to Kevin.
"Don't you think you better get your jacket and tie on?" he asked.

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"Don't you think you better get your jacket and tie on?" he asked.
Kevin looked up from the TV. "No."
"We have to leave for the Christmas pageant in a few minutes," Peter said.
"My tie's in my room and I can't get it," Kevin said.
"Why not?" Kate asked.
"Because Uncle Frank's taking a shower in the kid's bathroom," Kevin
explained.
Peter turned to his son. "Just run in and get your tie. It's okay."
Kevin turned off the TV. "Does Uncle Frank have a lot of muscles nobody
knows about?"
"Only in his head, honey," Kate replied with a smile.
As Kevin left his parents' bedroom, he found his cousin Sondra and sister Megan
dragging their suitcases down the hall.
"Where's your suitcase, Kevin?" Megan asked.
"In my room," Kevin said.
"Well, Dad said we have to have our suitcases down by the door before we go to
the Christmas pageant," Megan the know-it-all said.
"Are you my new mother?" Kevin asked. He couldn't stand it when she nagged
him.
"Remember what happened last year?" Sondra asked.
Kevin felt his teeth clench. He hated the way they all loved to remind him how
he'd missed the trip to Paris and ruined the vacation for everyone. Instead of
replying, Kevin aimed the Talkboy at the girls and pressed "play."
"Blurgh!" The loud belch he'd recorded earlier came out.
Megan wrinkled her nose. "You're totally nauseating!"

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Megan wrinkled her nose. "You're totally nauseating!"
Kevin just laughed. The girls pulled their luggage past him and down the stairs.
Kevin went to his room and pushed the door open. He could hear the shower
running in the bathroom and Frank singing something about a "cool jerk."
Wow, I never knew anyone could sing so badly, Kevin thought. He snuck over
to the bathroom door and pushed it open a little. Through the translucent curtain
he could see Frank wiggling around as he sang. Kevin aimed the Talkboy toward
his uncle and started to record the terrible off-key singing. Suddenly Frank
noticed him and yanked the curtain aside.
"Get outta here, you nosy little jerk!" Frank shouted angrily. "Or I'll come out
and slap you silly."
Kevin slammed the bathroom door, grabbed his tie, and raced out of the room.
Didn't anyone have a sense of humor anymore?

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