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December 1992

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The Illinois State

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Penitentiary

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Nighttime
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" In a dark cell, Marv Murchens screamed in his sleep
and woke up terrified. His heart was pounding and cold sweat poured down his
face. He jumped out of bed and dashed across the cold concrete floor to his cell
mate's bunk.
"Excuse me." Marv tapped the man on the shoulder.
"Whadya want?" snarled his cell mate, a huge brutish man, who thought Marv
was a wimp.
"I just had a bad dream," Marv gasped. "Would you mind if I crawled in with
you?"
Wham! The next thing Marv knew, he was sailing backwards. Thunk! Marv's
head crashed into the wall and he sank down into his bunk, unconscious.
In a cell nearby, Harry Lyme heard his partner's head hit the wall with a
sickening crack. Harry had also had a nightmare about the McCallister kid. The
dream had ended with Harry looking up an old rain gutter and seeing a rusty ten-
pound barbell come sailing down straight at his skull.
Harry slid out of his bunk and walked toward the thick bars at the front of his
cell. His ulcer throbbed painfully in the pit of his stomach. He had a plan and, if
it worked, both he and Marv would be busting out of this joint in a couple of
days. Then they'd have to get some money and leave the country fast. Only one
thing could slow them down. Harry's fists tightened around the cold steel bars of
the cell. If he ever saw that McCallister kid again . . .

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December 22
Oak Park, Illinois
6 P.M.
The ground was covered with a white blanket of snow, and the houses were lit
with colorful twinkling Christmas lights. On the outside, the large brick
McCallister house resembled the other stately homes on the block, but inside
was a tornado of pre-travel chaos as everyone rushed to pack for their holiday
trip.
"Has anyone seen my sun block?" shouted Tracey, a pretty dark-haired high
school senior, as she tried to get down the center stairs. Her path was blocked by
her younger sister Sondra, who was lugging her snorkel and fins upstairs.
"What's the point of going to Florida if you're going to use sun block?" Sondra
asked.
"Yeah," chimed Megan, who was trying to get down the stairs behind Tracey. "I
don't care if I age like an old suitcase, I'm getting toasted."
"So you'll just be a skag with a slightly darker shade of skin," said her older
brother Buzz, who was big and wore his red hair in a flattop crewcut. Buzz was
pushing his way up the stairs as if he thought he were Refrigerator Perry of the
Chicago Bears.
"Buzz is jealous because he doesn't get tan," yelled Linnie, who was fourteen
and blond. "His freckles just connect!"
At the base of the stairs, Fuller, the youngest member of the McCallister clan,
watched the human logjam while sipping a can of Pepsi. Kevin had given him
the soda after recording a big burp on his personal Talkboy tape recorder.
Now, a chubby, bald man with bad posture came into the room. His name was
Frank and he was Fuller's father. That day he had driven his family from Ohio to
Oak Park so that the McCallister clan could all travel together from O'Hare
Airport the next morning.
"Hey," Frank said, waving a copy of the local newspaper at the crowd on the

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"Hey," Frank said, waving a copy of the local newspaper at the crowd on the
stairs. "Remember those robbers Kevin caught last Christmas? They just escaped
from prison."
No one paid any attention, so Frank turned to Fuller. "Hey! Who gave you the
Pepsi?"
"Kevin did," Fuller replied. "He said he didn't care because we weren't sharing a
bed tonight."
"You still better go easy on the fluids, pal, because the rubber sheets are already
packed," Frank said. Then he looked at his watch. "Oops! Time to take a
shower."
Fuller watched as his father started to push his way up the stairs. Jerk, he
thought.
The only member of the McCallister clan who wasn't in a rush to prepare for the
trip was Kevin. He was content to sit on the bed in his parents' bedroom and play
with his Talkboy recorder while he watched TV.
Near him, Kate McCallister was busy packing. Kate was a pretty woman with
reddish hair and too much on her mind. During a commercial for laundry
detergent, Kevin turned to her. "Mom," he said. "Do my ears stick out?"
"Of course not," Kate replied as she continued packing. "Whatever gave you that
idea?"
"Buzz made fun of them," Kevin said.
"Well, I'll talk to him," Kate said.
Kevin sighed. His mother was always saying she'd talk to that big dork. Buzz
always promised he'd change, but by the next day he'd be the same bully again.
"Aren't you nervous about your solo with the children's choir tonight?" Kate
asked.
"That's the third time you've asked," Kevin replied, annoyed that she was making
such a big deal about the dumb Christmas pageant choir.
"I'm just concerned," his mother said.

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"I'm just concerned," his mother said.
"How come you're concerned if I'm not?" Kevin asked.
"I guess you're right." Kate shrugged and went into the bathroom to get her
makeup kit.
"Are you packed?" she called from inside the bathroom.
Kevin whispered something into his Talkboy and then quickly rewound it. "Yes,
Mom," the Talkboy said.
"All the stuff I put out for you?" Kate asked from the bathroom.
Kevin played the Talkboy again. "Yes, Mom."
Kate came out of the bathroom with her brushes and makeup kit and laid them
on the bed. "Oh, I forgot to show you what Grandma Penelope sent you for the
trip."
Kevin rolled his eyes. She never got him anything good. "Donald Duck
slippers?"
"Much better than that," Kate said, taking a plastic package out of her suitcase.
"An inflatable clown for the pool."
"Just what I always wanted," Kevin groaned.
"Now, Kevin, you know it's not the present that's important," Kate said.
"Sure, Mom, it's the thought that counts." Kevin sighed. Did she really expect
him to believe that old line? He turned back to the TV. Ben Brenner, the
debonair host of Celebrity Ding-Dang-Dong! was waving good-bye to the
television audience.
"And thanks for joining us," he said. "We'll see you tomorrow on the new
Celebrity Ding-Dang-Dong!"
No, you won't, Kevin thought sadly, because I'll be in Florida in the sweltering
heat and practically no ozone layer, playing with my new infiatable clown.
A grand-looking hotel came on the TV screen. It looked like a huge mansion

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A grand-looking hotel came on the TV screen. It looked like a huge mansion
with tall columns and flags in front. "Guests of the new Celebrity Ding-Dang-
Dong! stay at the world renowned Plaza Hotel. It's New York's most exciting
hotel experience. For reservations, call toll-free, 1-800-759-3000."
Now that would be a cool place to go, Kevin thought as his father, Peter, entered
the bedroom carrying the family's silver Christmas bell ornament. Peter was a
handsome man of medium height with short brown hair. Sometimes it was hard
for Kevin to believe that he and Uncle Frank were actually brothers.