Now this is a good Halloween costume.
Harry: Merry Christmas, little fella. We know that you’re in there, and that you’re all alone.
Marv: Yeah, come on, kid, open up. It’s Santy Claus… and his elf!
Harry: We’re not gonna hurt you.
Marv: Oh no, no, we got some nice presents for you.
[Below their heads, Kevin slowly pushes the barrel of the air rifle through the doggie door and takes aim at Harry's groin]
Harry: Be a good little fella now, and open the door.