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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