Chapter 2 Part 2

It was Valemtimes Day, and my Daddy was working at the puncher bowl.  I was only one year old, almost two.  I didn’t haves much hairs yet or my glassys.  I had only just started walking.  So I didn’t know a lot about what the rest of the world looked like just yet.  But I would, once I founded someone to play with.

     My Mommy, afore she died, would takes me to the school all of the time.  She was a teacher there, and the school had a daycare center.  I really didn’t have any friends theres.  All the kids would do was pick on me all of the time.  And the lady theres would have to send the kids in time outs many more times than I could members.  Those meanie kids would also takes away my snacks and my cookies too!  I would cry when these things happened, and feel really, really ascared for what happened next.

     But what I didn’t realize was that all of that was about to change.

    My Mommy was helping out with the school Valemtimes Day dance.  So, as usual I was put in the daycare center.  I was really hoping that those meanie kids weren’t going to be there because I needed some time to thinks.

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     “Thinks about whats?” Phil asked.

     “Valemtimes Day!” Chuckie exclaimed.  “I wanted to know what this whole day was about.  I didn’t gets it at alls.”

     “Then what happened, Chuckie?” Tommy asked, with an eager expression on his face.

     “I met you then, Tommy!”

     “Huh?” we all cried in confusion.

     “Wait, wait, wait!” I cried.  “I thought you met Tommy, Phil, and Lil at that big barbeque your parents had when you moved here a few months ago!”  I was extremely confused.

     Chuckie shook his head.  “No.” he answered.  “We met once afore.  I just didn’t know it until just a few days ago!  You see, when I was at the daycare center, there was a huge playpen in middle of the room this time.  There was also a big sign on it.” Chuckie added.  “The nice lady who taked cares of me while I was theres said the sign said, ‘Elephants’.

     I burst out laughing.  “I think you mean infants, Chuckie.”

     “So that asplains it!” Chuckie cried.  “Those kids sure didn’t look like baby elephants!”

     “Come on, Chuckie!” Tucker exclaimed.  “Tell us the rest of the story!”

     “Okay, then!” Chuckie said, smiling.  “Anyways….”

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     I was thinking about Valemtimes Day near the infant babies playpen.  I just needed to figure out what it was all about just in case the biggerer kids were coming.   Was it about the parties, the moosic, all of the nummy foods?  Just what was it that made Valemtimes Day so special?

      I was still thinking about this, when I heared a noise.

     “Dabba!” it said.

     I turned around.  Tommy was staring up at me.  Well, I didn’t knows it was Tommy yets, but you guys gets the points!

     “Are you talking to me?” I asked him.

     “Daa!” Tommy cried, happily.

     “I’m sorry, kid.” I said, sadly.  “I’m kinda busy!”

     “Bee?” Tommy asked.

     “No.  I’m not thinking about bees.” I answered.  “I’m trying to figure out what this whole Valemtimes Day is abouts.”

     “Gooby?”

     “You know,” I started to explain, “Valemtimes Day?  The reason you’re here in the daycare centers right nows? I don’t gets what it means.”

     Tommy started chewing on a block.

    “You know,” I cried, “blocks isn’t for eating!”

     He kept on chewing it.

     “You don’t understands a words I’m saying, do you?” I asked.

     Tommy looked up at me with a puzzled expression on his face.

     I groaned.  “I wish I just had one friend that would play with me.  Then I wouldn’t get teased and picked on no mores!”

     Tommy rolled over on his stomach and giggled.

     I smiled.  “Maybe you could be my friend.” I said happily.  “If only I knowed your name!”

    We were both silent for a minute.  Soon I heard a grunting noise.  I turned toward the playpen again.  It was Tommy.  I was afraid that he was gonna throw up or something.

    “Kid?” I cried.  “Kid, are you okay?”

     “T-T-T-,” Tommy mumbled.  He was straining his voice.

     “Yes?” I asked eagerly.  I was panicking now.  I was wondering whether I should start crying or not.  I was so ascared.  And when I mean ascared, I mean more ascared than usual.  I didn’t knows whats to do.

     I decided to start crying.  Before the tears even got to my eyes, I heard Tommy say something else.

     “T-T-T-Tom-my.” he mumbled.

     “What?” I asked, nervously.

     “T-Tom-my.” he answered.  “M-My name’s T-Tommy.  What’s yours?”

     I gasped.  “You weren’t able to talk afore!” I exclaimed.

     “Really?” Tommy asked.  “I guess it just sort of happened.  Oh, and you didn’t answer my question.” he added.

     “Oh!” I cried.  “Sorry.  My name’s Chuckie.”

     “Chuckie.” Tommy said quietly.  “I likes that name.”

     I smiled at him.  I knews that we was gonna gets along just fines.

    Right after Tommy hads saids that, those meanie kids comed up to us.

     “Hey, Finster!” the leader cried.  “You gots us those Dummi Gummi Bears packs for us, right?”

     “Chuckie,” Tommy whisperered, “who are those guys?”

     I woulda answerered him, but I couldn’t.  I was too ascared.

    “I’m-I’m sorry, Dash!” I cried.  “I-I tried to get em, but they was on the table.  Plus, they was up too high and I-,”

    

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     “Whoa!” Tucker gasped.  “Did you say his name was Dash?”

     “Yeah.” Chuckie said, nodding.

     “Do you happen to remember what he looked like?” I asked, as casually as I could.

     “I thinks so.” Chuckie answered.  “He was tall.  He had yellow hair.  And he was real mean and scary!”

     “He goes to our school!” Tucker exclaimed.  “Ow!”

     I had nudged him with my elbow.  I didn’t want Tucker to tell Chuckie, about Dash.  I mean, if he was going to be at the dance enjoying himself, why worry him?

     Unfortunately, the babies had heard Tucker because Lil asked, with a hint of worry in her voice, “You don’t thinks he’ll be at the Valemtimes Day dance tomorrow, will he?”

     “I hopes not!” Chuckie cried.  “My tummy still feels funny every time I thinks about him!”

     “You know,” I quickly jumped in, “I heard Dash doesn’t do parties or dances that have to do with school.”

     “Really?” Chuckie asked, hopefully.

     “Yeah!” I exclaimed.  “I’m sure he won’t even be there!”

     As you probably figured out, that was a complete lie.  Dash loved being the party crasher.  I’ve seen him interrupting the older kids and couples, pouring mouthwash into the punch, throwing fists at innocent kids when the supervisors weren’t around, and many other bad things he’s done over the years.  There was no way Dash was going to miss an event like this!  No way!  I would be completely shocked if he didn’t show up at the dance at all.  I just didn’t want to spoil the babies’ fun.

     Lil turned back to Chuckie.  “Come on, Chuckie!” she cried.  “Tell us what Valemtimes Day is all about!”

     “Yeah, Chuckie!” Tommy exclaimed.  “Finish the story!”

     Chuckie nodded slowly.  “Okay,” he mumbled, “now where was I?”

     “Dash was asking you if you got Dummi Gummi Bears for him and his friends.” Tucker answered.

     Chuckie grinned.  “Oh, yeah!”

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Chapter 2 Part 1: My Crazy Idea and Chuckie’s Valentines Day Story

“A Valentines Day Dance?” Danny asked, in shock.  “Here?  At our school?  What are they trying to do, poison our minds?”

     Danny, Tucker, and I were heading to the cafeteria for lunch, when we happened to notice a huge poster, written in big, bold letters that said:

Valentines Day Dance

at Ghoul Elementary!

Come and Enjoy the Music,

the Snacks, and the Fun!

You Don’t Want to Miss the Excitement!

     I sighed deeply.  After the whole ‘Bart Incident’, Danny had become more angry about Valentines Day than depressed.  “Come on, Danny!” I cried.  “This dance looks like it could be fun.  And besides,” I added, “you used to love to go to these things!”

     “Exactly.” Danny said, nodding at the poster, and then turning back to Tucker and I.  “I used to like going to these so called ‘fun’ dances.  But I don’t like them anymore!”  He stomped off toward the lunch room.

     Tucker and I gave each other a quick glance, and then we started to follow Danny.

     “Uh, dude?” Tucker said to Danny.  “No offense or anything but I think you’re overreacting about this.”

     Danny was about to pull the door handle to the cafeteria, when Tucker said this.  He paused, and then turned around to face us.  “Tucker, we’re five years old!  We shouldn’t be going to some stupid dance just because it’s almost Valentines Day!  We should at least enjoy our lives before love hits us!”  Danny cringed as he said it.

     We were all silent for a moment as we walked into the lunch room and sat down at our usual table.

     “If you hate the dances so much,” I asked, “why don’t you just not go?”

     “Fat chance.” Danny said, pulling out a PB&J sandwich out of his lunch bag.  “Remember that checkered button up shirt and those dress up jeans my Mom brought to Tommy’s house a few days ago?”

     I suddenly burst out laughing.  “Those were for you?”  I glanced at my right.  I could see that Tucker was half smiling.

     “Yeah.” Danny answered glumly.

     I stopped laughing.  “Sorry.” I said quickly.  “I shouldn’t have laughed.  So what did you say to your Mom?”

     “I told her I liked the suit, just to make her happy.” Danny answered.  “I have no choice but to go!”

     Tucker smiled.  “Don’t worry, Danny.  I’m with you.” he said happily.  “My Mom’s working at the snack table with Chuckie’s dad.”

     “So I assume Chuck’s gonna be there.” Danny said, perking up a bit.

     Tucker nodded.  “That’s right.”

     “You know, that’s not a bad idea!” I exclaimed.

     “What is?” Danny and Tucker asked together.

     “I invite Phil and Lil to the dance, and Danny invites Tommy, and we can all go together!” I answered happily.

     “That’s great!” Danny cried.  “Let’s do it!”

     Tucker opened up a carton of chocolate milk and started drinking it.  I figured now that Danny was happy again, I should tell him my crazy idea.

     “Hey, Danny?”

     “Yeah?”

     “I was thinking, maybe Bart should join our ghost group.”

     Tucker choked on his milk, and spit it out across the table.

     “WHAT?!” Danny and Tucker cried.  They looked at me in disbelief.

     “I know he’s mean,” I explained, “but we’ve been searching for other babies for months and he’s just one of the right ones we’re looking for!  He knows how to bully someone around, to stand up to people, he even knows how to ride a skateboard for Pete’s sake!  Can’t we let him join?”

     “Hmm,” Danny said sarcastically, and tapping his chin, “let me think.  No.  No.  No.  No.”

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     “NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!” Danny cried.

     We were at Tommy’s house eating Valentines Day cookies that Mrs. Pickles had made for us.  She was also going to work at the snack table for the Valentine’s Day Dance.  We had to try the cookies to see which ones we liked the best.  Those kind would go to the dance.

     As you can probably tell, Danny still wasn’t thrilled about my idea for Bart joining our group.  “NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!” he yelled.

    “Okay!” I cried with frustration.  “We get it already!  We’re here to see what the babies think anyway!  Phil and Lil?”

    The twins glanced at each other for a second, then looked back at me.  “No!”  they answered.

    “Thanks for helping you guys!” I said sarcastically.  “Chuckie?”

     “Well,” he said nervously,  “he’s sort of like Angelica, and she’s not in our group!”

     I sighed loudly.  “Tommy?”

     A few minutes of silence passed until Tommy answered.  “Sorry, Sam.” he mumbled.  “We can’t let him join our team!  He almost made me cry!  Member?”

     “Well,” Danny exclaimed, rubbing his hands together, “that’s that!  Bart Simpson is officially out of  the group and out of our lives!  Now, let’s get back to eating these cookies.”

     I was so angry right then, but I didn’t show it.  Sometimes my friends don’t think before they answer.  Think about it!We had been searching for months to find people for our group.  And we hadn’t found anybody!  We only had seven members so far.  And when an opportunity like this shows up, they just ignore it?  I was so mad, I could….

     Wait a minute!  I forgot to mention what this whole group thing was about didn’t I?  Well, during our very first summer vacation, Danny won some plane tickets for a trip to Lake Eerie.  There were enough tickets that all of our parents could go on the plane, and us kids could ride for free.

     Lake Eerie wasn’t fun at all.  It was the worst place in the world to go camping.  The lake was smelly, the cabins were all busted, there was no electricity, and there were no bathrooms at all except for an outhouse.

     Come to think of it, I never even did use that outhouse.  It was really gross looking, and just how many people used that thing anyway?  I would just sneak into the woods when no one was looking, and go to the bathroom there.  I mean, why not?  It wasn’t like animals didn’t pee there all of the time.

     Speaking of animals in the woods, that’s where we met Steve.  Danny and Chuckie were heading to the woods to use the bathroom themselves, when they found a baby owl with an injured leg.  The next morning, Danny introduced him to the rest of us.  We decided to give him a name.  After so many choices of names we finally settled upon Steve.  It was Tommy’s idea.

     Steve lives in the Amity Park woods now.  All of us agreed that he was Danny’s new pet since his hamster had died during the summer.  That and the fact that we didn’t know what to do with him.  Danny had snuck him onto the plane somehow on our way back, and now he’s part of our group.  I guess you can say we actually have eight members so far. 

     Danny had gotten a ‘craving for blueberries’ just after we got back from Lake Eerie.  His dad would buy little bag of blueberries for Danny each week, and he would pretend to go upstairs and eat them.  But Danny would actually hide them in a box in his closet and put it on the top self.  Then during the night, when Steve was awake, he would fly to Danny’s house, tap on his bedroom window softly with his beak, and Danny would wake up right away (He’s a very light sleeper most of the time.).  Then he would slowly get out of his bed, open his closet, grab the box, open the window, and feed Steve some of the blueberries.  Blueberries were Steve’s favorite food.  Danny would then talk to Steve for about an hour.  Then he would say goodnight to Steve and go to back to sleep while the baby owl flew around Amity Park looking for mice or something.

     Anyway, back to my story.  When Danny, Tommy, and I went into the woods to find something for Steve to eat, we found out there were ghosts haunting Lake Eerie!  Soon, we found out who the ghosts were and as quickly as we could, we went across the lake to investigate what they were up to.  Eventually, we found out we were wrong about who the culprit was.  It turned out to be Danny’s dad’s best friend from college, Vlad Masters and his little shape shifting ghost friend S.T. Sohg!

     After destroying their machine, we headed back to our cabins.  I found out from Danny that Vlad and S.T. would want their revenge on us for what we did to them someday, and we would need more people (or babies if you want to call it that) to help us for when he does come back.  The babies (not including Tucker) think this is all a ‘just in case it happens’ thing.  They don’t know this war is actually going to happen.  That’s probably why they think Bart being in our group really isn’t all that necessary.  Which it definitely is.

     I sighed again.  “Fine.” I mumbled.  “But don’t you guys think that this conversation is over, because it isn’t.”

     I glanced over to see Tucker rolling his eyes.  I smiled slyly to myself and threw one of the Valentine’s Day cookies at him.

     “Ow!” Tucker cried.  “What was that for?”

     “For rolling your eyes at my idea.” I answered.  “You really shouldn’t do that when the person you’re indicating is in the room.”

      I spotted Tucker rolling his eyes again.  I picked up another cookie and this time Tucker held his hand up to block my throw.  I shrugged and bit into the heart shaped goodness.  There was no point in throwing the cookie at him now.

      As I was chewing I noticed Phil was holding the same cookie he had had five minutes ago in his hands.  He was rotating and examining it with a puzzled expression on his face.

     “What’s wrong, Phil?” I asked.  “If you don’t like the cookie, you can give it to one of us.”

     “Oh, no.” Phil answered, looking up at me and waving his left hand side to side,  “I like the cookie.  It’s just that, I don’t get why they’re shaped like our butts!”

     Danny and Tucker burst out laughing.  I gave a Phil a little grin.

     “They are?” Lil asked, with a disgusted look on her face.  “Gross!”

     Tommy giggled.  “I don’t thinks they’re butts, Phil!” he said, with a smile on his face.  “I thinks it’s apposed to be a like one of those thingies on the house up theres!”  He pointed to the paper mobile with red and pink hearts hanging from the ceiling.

     “What are those thingies anyways?” Phil asked, looking up at the ceiling.

     “They’re so prettyful!” Lil exclaimed.

     “They’re called hearts.” Danny replied.

     We all stared at him.  Danny had actually answered a Valentine’s Day question!  Finally!  It was about time!

     “What?” Danny cried.  “I was only answering Phil’s question!”

     We still kept looking at him.

     After a few minutes of silent staring, Danny finally said, “May I be excused for a few minutes?  I have to use the bathroom.”

     “Sure!” Tommy exclaimed.  “Go ahead!”

     “Thanks!” Danny cried.

     We watched him run as fast as he could down the hall.  We kept watching until he disappeared from view.

     A few more minutes of silence passed before Tommy turned his head toward me. “Hey, Sam!” he cried.  “What eggzactly is Valemtime’s Day?”

     The babies’ attention turned toward me.

     I smiled.  “Well, Valentine’s Day, it’s kind of hard to explain what it is.” I said.  “But it’s a really special day and um…” My mind just went blank then.  What was I supposed to say next?  “Tucker can you explain it to them?”

    Tucker shrugged apologetically.  “Sorry, Sam!” he cried.  “The only one who can explain to them what Valentine’s Day is Danny, and he’s not in the mood for it anymore!”

    I groaned.  Valentine’s Day was only one day away.  How were the babies going to celebrate it if they didn’t know what the holiday was?

    “I can eggsplain it!” a voice cried, happily.

    I looked back to see Chuckie smiling up at me.  That was surprising.

    “Okay then!” I sighed with relief.  “Go for it!”

    “Well,” Chuckie began, “it was almost one year ago.  I didn’t eggzactly know any of you guys back then, but I members most of the story.”

    “Go ahead, Chuckie!” Tommy exclaimed, “Tell us the story!”

     “Well, okay.” Chuckie answered.  “I was at Danny’s and Sam’s and Tucker’s school….”

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Chapter 1 Part 2

Chapter 1 Part 2

     You’d think something would’ve happened to me.  But the weird thing was, I didn’t feel any pain.  None at all.  Not anywhere.  I slowly opened my eyes and looked around.  I was on the other side of the dirt road!

     “How did I get here?” I wondered aloud.

     “Sam!”

     I turned around.  Tucker was running toward me with a mixture of worry and fear on his face.  The babies quickly trailed behind him.  Their eyes were wide with surprise.

     “Sam!” Tucker cried once again.  “We saw the whole thing from the top of the hill!  Are you alright?”

     “Yeah.” I answered breathlessly.  “I’m fine.” I paused for a moment.  “How did I get here anyway?”

     Tommy answered that question for me.  “It was so cool Sam!” he exclaimed.  “Danny ran up to the middle of the road and pushed you this way, afore that big wheelie thing gots to you!  Then he ran back to the other side of the road afore it gots him!”

     “It’s a good thing he did that,” Chuckie added, “or else you both would’ve been turned into pamcakes!”

     I gasped right after Chuckie had said that.  “Danny!” I cried.  “Where is he?”

     Phil pointed to his left.  “I thinks he’s over by those bushes over theres!”

     I glanced to where Phil was pointing.  He was right.  Danny was crouching near some big bushes and he seemed like he was all right.  But when I saw some feet sticking out of the bushes, and a skateboard right next to Danny’s feet, I gasped again.

     “Oh, no!” I cried.  “We hurt someone!”

     I started running toward the scene.  I heard my friends following right behind me.

     “Danny!” I cried once again when I was in earshot.  “Are you okay?”

     He nodded, still looking at the bushes.  “I’m fine.  It’s just the kid that we got in the way of I’m worried about.”

     There was a brief pause.

     “Well, what are we waiting for?” Tommy asked, with an eager expression on his face.  “Let’s strengthen our mussels and pulls him outta theres!”

     Danny nodded again.  “You’re right, Tommy.  Sam,” he said, turning toward me, “you grab his left foot, I’ll grab his right.”

     “What about us?” Phil asked.

     “Uh….” I knew right away what Danny was thinking.  He was trying to think of something to say to the babies without hurting their feelings.  He hated to leave someone out of doing something (if that makes any sense).  Danny knew all about that and didn’t want to be that kind of a person.  Soon enough, he came up with an answer.  “Why don’t you guys check and see if this kid’s hurt when we pull him out,” Danny said to them, “that way if he is, we can get him some help.”

     The babies nodded.

     “Okay, Sam.” Danny ordered.  “On three we’ll pull him out.  One….”

     I bent down toward the boy’s feet.

     “Two….”

     I grasped his left foot with both hands.

     “Three!”

     Danny and I both drug the boy out of the bushes as fast as we could.

     Once we got him completely out of the bushes, I looked down at the boy’s face.  His eyes were shut tight.  He was a short kid with a little bit of a chubby belly.  The boy had small, tiny spikes of blonde hair stick straight up out of his head.  It seemed to go all around his body.  But wait, that wasn’t his hair all over his body, it was his skin!  ‘He must not live around here.’ I thought.  But that wasn’t the crazy part.  The boy wore a red and white striped shirt, a dark blue helmet and shoes, black elbow and knee pads, and…. A DIAPER?!  This baby was the one who almost crashed into me on a skateboard?  Who almost ran me over?  Who Danny saved me from, and almost got ran over himself?  I’ve gotta tell you, I was impressed.  From what I saw, this kid rode pretty well. 

     Suddenly, I heard a small grunt come out of the baby’s mouth.  I looked at the babies who were now leaning in toward the boy’s face.  He was sort of violently shifting positions on the ground.

     “Is he okay?” Tucker asked, with concern on his face.

     “How am I apposed to know?” Phil cried, madly.  “He keeps moving!”

     “He sure doesn’t look like he’s okay!” Chuckie pointed out.

     “Wait, you guys!” Tommy exclaimed.  “I thinks he’s waking up!”

     “Move over so I can see, Philip!” Lil cried.

     “No.  I was here firstest!  You move over, Lillian!” Phil said back.

     “No, you move over Philip!”

     “No, you move over Lillian!”

     “No, you Philip!”

     “No, you Lillian!”

     “No, you!”

     “No, you!”

     “No, you!”

     “No, you!”

     “No, you!”

     “No, you!”

     “YOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!”

     “YOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!”

     “WILL YOU STOP THAT RACKET?!” A loud, nasally voice yelled.  “YOU GUYS ARE GIVING ME A HEADACHE!”

     I turned away from Phil and Lil’s argument to see that the baby boy who was resting a moment ago, was now wide awake and ready for action.

     “Yep.” Tucker said quickly.  “He’s alright.”

     The boy stomped up to Tucker.  “No I am not alright!” he cried.  “Firstest of all, that girl got in the way of this super cool move I was gonna do!” he said, pointing at me.  “Second of all,” he continued, “the same girl and the boy with the dorky looking hair who threw me off course got dirt on me somehows.”

     “Hey!” Danny cried.  “I happen to like my hair!”

     The boy quickly turned toward Danny.  “I’m not done yet!” he yelled in Danny’s face.  He turned back to Tucker.  “And elevendy of all,” the baby finished at last, pointing to Phil and Lil, “these two look alikes woked me up from my morning nappy!  I don’t likes it when dumb babies do that!”

     “Hey!” Danny exclaimed once again.  “Back off!  What did they ever do to you?”

     “Don’t talk back to me bub!” the boy cried, swinging back at Danny.  “Don’t you even have ears?  I said they woke me up from my nappy!”

     “Yeah.  I heard you already, kid.” Danny answered.

     “And don’t call me that!” the boy said madly.  “Call me Bart.  Bart Simpson.”

     “Bart?” Tommy suddenly asked.  “What kind of a name is that?”

     Bart turned to look at Tommy.  “Bart.” he answered, dumbly.  “You know, as in Bartholomew?”

     All of us blinked in confusion.

     “What’s your name wise guy?” Bart asked, still facing Tommy.

     Tommy hesitated, as if he wasn’t sure if he should answer or not.  A few minutes passed before Tommy decided to finally answer Bart’s question.  “Tommy Pickles.” he mumbled.

     Bart tried (Or didn’t try.  I don’t know.) to hold back his laughter, but he burst out laughing anyway.  “What- kind of- a name-is that?” he asked between laughs.

     I glanced at Tommy.  He looked like he was about to cry.  But Danny came to the rescue.

     “If you’re going to only insult yourself more by calling us dumb babies or by making fun of our names, then just go ride on your skateboard or something!  We don’t want you here!”

     Bart’s eyes got wide with surprise for a moment and then they went back into a glare.  “SO I’M A BABY!  I DON’T CARE!  I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANTS WHENEVER I WANTS!  I DON’T CARE ABOUT NOBODYS!  I’M JUST GONNA TAKE MY SKAKEBOARD AND GOES AS FAR AWAY FROM YOU JERKS AS POSSIBLE!”

     “FINE!” Danny yelled after him.  “BUT DON’T FORGET, WE WERE ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOU!”

     “OKAY!” Bart screamed, stepping back onto the dirt road and setting a foot on his skateboard.  “GOODBYE!  SEE YA NEVER!”  Then he rode off.  We watched Bart skate gracefully away until he disappeared from sight.

     That’s when I had an idea.  An idea so crazy, that I would have to ask Danny first before he agreed.  But it was crazy enough that it just might work….

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