Funny Scenes From Home Alone Novels & Stories

It flipped through the air landing right next to his leg, splattering red sauce across the floor and his shirt. "What on earth was that noise?" Mom asked, stepping into the room. She stopped dead, her eyes widening as she took in the scene, Alvin sitting in a heap on the floor, surrounded by scattered bowls and splattered sauce and me standing over him looking like I’d seen a ghost. Alvin looked up at her, then down at the pasta on his lap, and then at me and all of a sudden, he was laughing.

He doubled over, unable to finish as laughter shook him. I crossed my arms. “Like what?” “Like you stepped out of my grandmother’s photo album!” he wheezed, tears in his eyes. The maid behind me snorted, trying to cover her mouth. And despite myself, I started laughing too. The absurdity of it all was too much. Soon the room was filled with laughter, spilling from all of us. Just then, I heard my mother’s footsteps approaching. We all froze. Straight backs. Straight faces. Zayne cleared his throat, the maid wiped her grin, and I forced my expression into something serious.

At last, Nick passed out in pain. Gavin was still unsatisfied and kicked him again. Tessa on the bed was in a messwith puffy eyes. After wrapping her tightly, Maxwellhold her across his arms. Gavin asked Maxwell, "How to deal with this bastard?" "It depends on you." ... Alicenearly watchedthe whole movie in the cinema alone. The comedy, which was actually very funny, was ofgreat unreasonable humor, makingeveryone present scream with laughter.However, she sat alone, putting on a false smile, as if she had not watched anything.

He glares at his little nephew with an expression of utter, catastrophic betrayal, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. A sudden, loud laugh bursts right out of my throat before I can even think to suppress it. It’s a raw, unfiltered snort—completely unladylike, entirely breaking the strict rules of decorum I’ve lived by my entire life. I quickly clap both hands over my mouth, my eyes crinkling as my shoulders shake violently. The pure, unadulterated absurdity of Russia’s most feared, terrifying mafia boss being drawn as a literal pack horse by a six-year-old is too much for my fragile walls to hold.

Which was funny in itself. “I need some food,” I told Gracie, who was heading to the dodgems. “Catch you later,” she said as we parted ways. As I sat and ate my double cheeseburger and fries, I couldn’t help but overhear an argument from a nearby trailer. Someone has been sleeping with someone’s wife. I watch as a scuffle unfolds. “Who needs TV when you have entertainment like this?” a human boy says as he sits next to me. We watch in silence as a scuffle takes place in the tiny trailer and a man is thrown through the door. He is then fired. I snorted with laughter. It must have been the fair owner’s wife he was sleeping with.

He didn't even age as I did. I finally woke up late at noon and went downstairs to get an ice-cold glass of water to quench my already dried throat and drown this hangover. I found Vincent and Yhannie giggling on the couch while watching an episode of Sex Education. It was the part where Tromboner, or Eric rather, is hilariously conducting an impromptu blowjob tutorial in front of a dumb audience who are mostly women with the use of a long-ass banana. "That's right girl, you better teach those nasty bullies how to damn do it" Yhannie squealed at the screen when Tromboner began shoving that banana into his mouth.

Que eye roll and exasperated sigh. “So, this one day I managed to sneak out, I walked over to the pig barn to watch the pigs. They are fascinating things by the way, I’ll show you at some point, but I usually sat on one of the stall fences and just watch them be. Well... Jan decided we needed to spice things up a little, so he took over for a bit. The entire time I was yelling at him that we were going to get in shat, then he pointed out that he wouldn’t, it would be all me to deal with the punishment. That made him laugh harder.” I pause, taking a few deep breaths, knowing that the next part is going to leave me in stitches. Alaina tilts her head as if to say ‘then what’ so with one last br

Predictable from the opening credits. I laughed through most of it. I laughed at the escalator scene and the terrible best friend and the completely unhinged airport finale, and at some point I realized I was having a genuinely good time alone, in a parking lot, watching a movie my husband had refused to see and that realization did something strange to me. Something small and significant that I didn't have words for yet.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

Us in the kitchen, failing to help Mom cook. “Don’t touch that—!” Too late as something fell and we laughed while she sighed with a smile on her face. Then another with rain and us outside, dancing in it while dad filmed from the doorway. “You’re both going to get sick!” “We don’t care!” Luciana shouted. “Speak for yourself!” I added, slipping— And he laughed. God… he laughed. Then another, late night this time with all of us in the living room and a movie playing in the background.