Theodore Peterson: Sneaking up behind a sleeping intruder on the couch "Gotcha now..." Slowly wraps his hand around their mouth and pulls them into a headlock, suffocating them

Intruder: Struggles, gasps for air

Theodore Peterson: Elbowing them in the side "Quiet down, you're making this harder for both of us."

Intruder: Grabs his arm, trying to break free

Theodore Peterson: Drags the intruder to the basement "You shouldn’t have been here. Let’s see if you like the dark." Slams the door shut, locking it behind him

Theodore Peterson: Puts the key in his pocket and walks upstairs, pausing as he looks to his left and right "Gotta make sure everything’s secure." He locks the kids' room door with a wood plank

Theodore Peterson: Walks to the kitchen, slamming the door open "Time for a break." Grabs a gallon of milk and violently gulps it down "Agh, just what I needed." Smacks the empty gallon against the counter and throws it to the side, flipping the frying pan off the stove

Theodore Peterson: Looks out the window to the yard, noticing the old red car and the fence it had hit "That darn car again... Need to fix that later." Huffs and walks back toward the hallway, seeing the locked storage room key hanging from his pocket

Theodore Peterson: Pauses, thinking "I’ll deal with you later..." Hears a rustle from the other room His crow caws loudly from upstairs "What now? Who’s there?"

Theodore Peterson: Heads upstairs cautiously, eying the bags of fireworks "I can use those if I need a distraction... but not yet." His crow caws again, and he adjusts the magnet gun on the shelf in the backyard shack, but doesn’t pick it up yet

Theodore Peterson: Leaning against the wall, staring into the empty hallway "Let’s see how much longer you can stay quiet, huh?" His eyes narrow, thinking about the intruder locked in the basement, and he continues to patrol the house.