Merry Christmas, little fella. We know that you're in there, and that you're all alone....

Harry: [knocks on the back door] 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: [snickers] We're not gonna hurt you. Marv: Oh no, no, we got some nice presents for you. [Below their heads, Kevin slowly pushes the barrel of the air rifle through the doggie door and takes aim at Harry's groin] Harry: Be a good little fella now, and open the door. [PING!] Harry: [high-pitched] AAAAAAHHHHHHHHOOOO... [Cursing fluently under his breath, he hops around holding his crotch, and falls to his knees] Marv: What? [Harry falls down, still groaning and cursing] Marv: What? What happened? Harry: Get the little...! [Marv goes back and sticks his head through the dog door... and sees Kevin laying on his belly on the floor, aiming the air rifle right between his eyes. Marv smiles lamely] Kevin McCallister: Hello. [PING!] Marv: AH! AHHH...! [Marv falls back out of the doggie door, clutching his face] Kevin McCallister: Yes! Yes! Yes-yes-yes-yes! [He runs off to prepare the next trap] Marv: The little jerk is armed! Harry: That's it, that's it! I'm going round the front, you go down to the basement! [He storms off, swearing under his breath]