Third time.

Third time.

One more time.

Harold wrung his hands as a smile crossed his face. His eyes lit up, stars dancing around in them as he looked at the white building behind the black iron fence. The path was clear and nothing would stop him this time. Not like the last two attempts. This time he was going all the way.


Harold sprang into action, launching himself at the fence. Filled with excitement, he bounded over the fence with little difficulty and hit the immaculately manicured green grass on the other side.


On the last two tries he’d been stopped on the lawn, brought down and tackled to the ground by the bad men. But not this time. This time, he was going all the way—all the way to the big white house where the important man lived.