On the Eleventh Day of Christmas

12 Days of Christmas - Day 11
Unlimited words
Theme: Home Alone

Elements:
Two robbers
11 Pipers Piping
Stolen Toothbrush
The Song 'Rockn' Around the Christmas Tree'

Day 11

A man in a black Utilikilt walks up to his suburban home as he chats on his cell phone. “Yeah! That eleven bagpipe band was amazing! … No I’m not sure how they got the flames shooting out either. We definitely have to do this again next year!” He stops at the door and fishes around for his keys. The frame of the door catches his attention as he notices visible cream colored wood peeking through the white paint of the trim. “Hey… I gotta call you back.” He hangs up and gently grabs the door handle.

After giving it a gentle turn, he pushes it open and finds that the front door has been kicked in. He instantly dials 911 and slowly scans the interior from the doorway. He spots a splotch of red on the ground in the kitchen and walks to investigate. As he’s passing the hallway he notices the entire length looks like a scene from The Shining, with the walls and floors splattered and smeared with blood.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

He looks around quickly and backs towards the front door. “This is Alex Grays. My house has been broken into. I need officers now… there’s blood everywhere too.”

“Officers are on the way… Are you somewhere safe?”

“I… think. I think they may have gone already- oh GOD where’s my dog?!”

 He heads back towards the kitchen and the operator cautions, “Sir, for your own safety, please remain outside the building until the officers arrive.”

“I gotta find my-“

A loud banging noise draws his attention towards the laundry room. As he’s walking around he sees his little Corgi. The dog is sitting on the ground and staring at the laundry room door with extreme interest, not even turning to regard him as he steps closer. He kneels down next to the dog and starts visually examining him. “You okay Minion? You’re covered in blood.”

A shaky voice cries out from the laundry room “Hello?! Is someone out there?”

Alex jumps backwards to his feet. The dog lifts his lip in a snarl and growls at the door.

Another voice whines, “Oh god! Keep that dog away from me! It’s a killer!”

Alex looks down at his little corgi and can’t help but smirk. He kneels down again and removes a ripped piece of denim from the dog’s mouth. “God boy, Minion!”

The first would be robber moans, “Man. We give up. We’re SORRY okay!? Please just call the cops!”

The second man adds, “We’ve been in here for hours and I need to go to the hospital… please… call the cops...”

Alex grins as he says into the phone. “I found the men… there’s at least two. My dog’s got them pinned in the laundry room. Please hurry up with the officers. Also, they may need medical attention so send an ambulance too.”

The door cracks open a bit and the Corgi takes a step towards it as it’s fur stands up in every direction, appearing to double in size as it snarls and snaps at the door. The door quickly shuts and the first man pleads, “Can you please do something with that dog? We’re not going anywhere man. I can barely walk let alone run.”

Alex grabs a chair and sits in it as he stares at the door. “Nope. You’re going to stay right there until the cops get here.” He turns on the radio and starts snapping his fingers to the beat. “…Voices singing let’s be jolly, deck the halls with boughs of holly…”

“You’re as evil as that dog, man,” The second man whines.

Alex shrugs and taps his foot on the floor. “I don’t wanna hear that from some thief… You’ve done enough to try and ruin my Christmas…” This standoff proceeds for another ten minutes before a voice yells from the front door. “This is the Police! Hello?! Mr. Grays?”

“We’re back here in the kitchen, mind the blood slicks…”

A trio of officers walk around cautiously with weapons drawn and look at the man and his dog suspiciously. The dog turns his head towards them, then goes back to snarling at the door when the robbers try to leave again.

Alex waves his cell phone and says, “They’re in here.”

The nearest officer looks down at Minion and asks, “Could you do something with your dog so we can remove them?”

“Sure… I need to make sure he’s not hurt anyway. Come here Minion.” He reaches down and picks up the small Corgi. Instantly it lets its tongue hang out and nuzzles into his neck affectionately. A split second later the door cracks open again and the dog grows in size from hyper extended fur again and snaps at the door. It’s promptly shut again, and the dog goes back to loving on his owner.

The man takes his dog into the bathroom and begins examining and cleaning up the small pooch. After not finding any cuts in his fur, Alex comes out in time to see a pair of very bloody men being carted out on gurneys. The second man has bandages covering his whole face. He moans and mumbles through the gauze, “So many teeth… soooo many teeth! Now I know what hell’s like! I’m getting baptized when I get out of prison, I swear!”

Alex stands just in the hallway with his arms folded over his chest as he chuckles at the men leaving.

An officer comes up and says with reluctance, “Sir… we’re going to have to take the dog.”

Alex looks at him mortified, “What? WHY?! They were in MY houses!”

“Due to the… vicious nature of the attack… there’s a question of rabies.”

Alex rolls his eyes. “Minion’s had his shots. I’ll grab his collar so you can see…” He hurries back to the bathroom and removes the collar from around Minion’s neck. It leaves an interesting impression of clean white fur where the rest is stained with spots of blood. He looks at the sink with an eyebrow raised then hurry’s up to the officer. “Here, see, he’s up to date on his shots… I’ll be right back.”

Running through the house he gets outside as they are loading the injured duo into the back of an ambulance. He runs over and asks with a scowl, “Where the hell is the toothbrush?!”

The thief with the majority of his legs bloody and exposed asks, “What toothbrush?”

Alex looks between the two and says with a grumble. “My limited edition Groot Toothbrush! I know for a fact it was sitting in the sink before I went to the festival this morning!”

The thief with the gauze raises his head and stares blindly at the voice. “Oh, that brown one? I threw it at the dog when it first showed up. Hit’em on the nose. It’s probably at the bottom of the lake of blood I left in there…”

Scrunching his face, Alex turns to the pair of officers nearby. “Hey. Mind if I left my DOG ride with them to the hospital?”

Both of the thieves start thrashing around against their restraints. “No! GOD! NOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!”