Okay, we’ll check it out first. We can always come back for the truck. Marv: How do you want to go in? Harry: We’ll go to the back door. Maybe he’ll let us in. You never know. Marv: Yeah, he’s a kid. Kids are stupid. Kevin: Bless this highly nutritious, microwaveable macaroni and cheese dinner, and the people who sold it on sale. Amen. This is it. Don’t get scared now. Harry: Merry Christmas, little fella. We know that you’re in there, and that you’re all alone. Marv: Yeah, come on, kid. Open up. It’s Santy Claus… …and his elf. (Harry laughts) Harry: We’re not gonna hurt you. Marv: No, no! That’s nice presents for you. Harry: Be a good little fella now and open the door. (Gun Shot) Aaaaaaah! (Harry screams in agony) Marv: What? Harry: Wuh! Marv: What? (Harry continues to scream!) Marv: What? (Harry grumbles) What? What happened? Harry: Get that little… Kevin: Hello. (Kevin shots Marv) Marv: Aaaarhg!!! Aaaah!!! Yaaaaargh!!! Kevin: Yes! Yes! Mark: The little jerk is armed! Harry: That’s it! That’s it! I’m going in the front. You go down the basement!