Home Alone 2 by Todd Strasser

Author:Todd Strasser [Strasser, Todd]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780590457170
Google: p7nm54zHVa0C
Amazon: 155994661X
Publisher: Harperaudio
Published: 1992-07-15T04:00:00+00:00

December 24

The Plaza Hotel

4 P.M.

Kevin ran into his suite and locked the door behind him. He went into the bedroom and locked that door, too. He couldn't believe how many things had just gone wrong. The bad guys from Illinois had come out of nowhere and wanted to kill him and he'd been accused of credit card fraud. As far as he was concerned, this was the end of the vacation! It was time to go home! He opened his father's travel bag and took out the return plane ticket to Chicago. Then he took some bags of Doritos from the minibar and packed them into his backpack along with the Polaroid camera, his father's wallet, and the toys he'd bought at Duncan's Toy Chest. Finally he stuck the Talkboy in the pocket of his coat. Suddenly he heard the elevator doors open out in the hall. It was time to take evasive action!

Kevin turned on the television and the VCR, and grabbed the remote. The gangster movie started to play just as the door to the living room began to open. Kevin turned the TV's volume up high.

"Hold it right there!" the gangster on the tape shouted.

In the living room, the concierge, bellman, clerk, and two hotel security guards stopped, surprised by the tough adult voice.

"Uh, it's the concierge, sir," the concierge said nervously.

"I knew it was you—" the gangster's voice boomed. "I could smell ya gettin' off the elevator."

While the hotel employees stared wide-eyed at the door to the bedroom, Kevin pressed the "mute" button and skipped over Carlotta's reply on the tape.

"You was here last night, too, wasn't ya?" the gangster barked.

"Uh, yes, sir, I was," the concierge answered. Could this be a trick? He stepped closer to the bedroom door. It was open a few inches and he peeked in just enough to see a man's shadow on the wall. Recalling what happened the night before, the concierge quickly backed away.

He shook his head. "I'm terribly sorry. We're looking for a young man."

"All right," the gangster replied. "I believe ya, but . . . my tommy gun don't!"

At the words "tommy gun" the others looked at each other in horror.

"Get down on your knees and tell me you love me," the gangster demanded. In the bedroom Kevin hit the "pause" button on the remote and waited.

In the living room the hotel employees looked confused. Finally the concierge spoke. "Do you mean all of us, sir? Or just me?"

Kevin left the VCR on "pause." The concierge swallowed and turned to the others. "I think we better get on our knees."

They slowly sank to the floor. Then the concierge said, "I love you."

The bellman coughed. "Uh, me too."

Kevin hit "play" and the gangster barked angrily: "Ya gotta do better than that."

"We love you!" the terrified hotel employees gasped in unison.

Kevin grabbed the backpack and airline ticket and ran out the bedroom door to the hallway. From inside, he could hear the gangster on the tape say, "Maybe I'm off my hinges, but I believe you .

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