“INCOMING!”

Mary had offered to baby-sit for all eight of the kids, while Kathryn and Charles went out for the evening.
She knew what she was getting herself into because she’d heard about their Halloween shenanigans during the previous October from their mother.
“My Lord, Mary, the boys had put together a dummy that looked real enough after dark, and just as a car would pass in front of the house, they’d throw it in the street! …The poor people inside thought they’d hit and killed someone!”
“Oh, Kathryn!…you need to have Charles talk to those boys!” She’d say shaking her head.
“Did you and Charles actually catch them in the act?”
“No, Donna came in and told us.” Her sister explained.
“Didn’t Charles punish the boys?” Mary asked.
“Yes, he took the belt to them but you know how hard-headed they are…” She sighed.
Now, here she was staying with all eight of them…a-l-o-n-e…
“What on earth would they pull tonight?” She wondered.
It was Friday evening and the kids wanted to watch TV, so she settled in with them and then waited as the older kids took turns flipping through the channels looking for something good. They finally settled on something and then everyone was content.
About an hour had gone by when Danny stood up and told his aunt that he and the others had promised their mom to take the trash out and burn it, so off the three oldest boys went.
Mary again got comfortable when all of a sudden shot gun fire went off from the back yard, sending Mary and the rest of the kids running for cover.
“INCOMING!” Gerald yelled, as he dove under the dining room table.
Poor Mary followed the rest of the kids to the now crowded underside of the dining room table and waited for the shooting to stop.
“BANG!…BANG!…BANG!” And then silence.
“Where are the older boys?” Asked Megan.
“I don’t know, Megan, but I hope they’re alright.” Mary said.
Just then the back door flew open and in walked Danny, Dennis and Mike.
As they spied the rest of the family huddled under the massive dining room table, they busted out laughing.
“It’s not funny, boys!” Mary said angrily, as she crawled out from her hiding spot.
“Oh yes, it is, Aunt Mary” Danny started.
“Yeah, Aunt Mary, it is because it was just us kids throwing aerosol cans into the fire!”
But their Aunt Mary wasn’t laughing and by the time Charles was finished with them, neither were Danny, Dennis, or Mike.

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