Thursday, December 1, 2011

Chapter 2 Part 3

You didn’t get us the Dummi Gummi Bears?!” Dash asked, madly.

     “Yeah!” his friend Quan yelled.  “You didn’t-,”

     “Shut up, Quan!” Dash said, spinning around to face him.  “I’m doing the talking here!” He turned back to me.  “Now, is there something you’d like to tell me, Finster?”

     “Well….” I cried, nervously, “You see…. I…. No.”

     Dash growled at me.

     “But I tried my bestest!” I quickly added.

     “Look Finster,” Dash whispered, as he grabbed the front of my red rocket shirt, “I don’t care if you tried your best.  I don’t care if you tried your worst.  What I do care about is that YOU DIDN’T GET ME AND QUAN OUR TREATS!”  He sighed loudly.  “So, do you know what I’m going to do to you, Finster?”

     “W-What are you gonna do?” I gulped.

     Dash smiled at me with that meanie smile he always used to gives to me.  “I’m going to show you one of the greatest tricks in the world.  It’s time for you to meet The Whirlpool!”

     “The Whirlpool?!” I gasped.  “No!  Don’t do it!  You can’t makes me!”

     “Oh yes, we can!” Dash cried with a smile on his face.

     “Yeah!” Quan said meanly.  “We sure-,”

     “Be quiet, Quan!” Dash cried, angrily.

     I could hear Tommy crying out my name as those two meanies leds me to my doom.

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     Dash and Quan dragged me into the daycare’s boys’ bathroom.  They led me into one of the potty holder thingies and shut the door thingy behind them.  I didn’t like this one bit.  Eggspecially because I didn’t know whats a potty was back then.  I thoughts it really was a whirlpool!

     I was so ascared, I was shaking all over.  I didn’t even notice it, until Dash started talking.

    “Finster,” he cried, “this is the whirlpool!  Whenever dumb babies like you don’t do as Quan and I say, this is where they end up!  So, since you didn’t get us our Dummi Gummi Bears, you are about to get what you deserve!  Quan, would you show our little friend here how this is going to work?”

    Quan gave me that meanie smile again, and pushed down on the potty’s flusher handle.  It maked a really loud noise that maked me shiver.  I watched as the water swirled downward and went away.  I smiled and stopped shaking.  I figured that maybe since the water went away, maybe I wouldn’t have to get my head putted in The Whirlpool.  But then, all of the sudden the water camed back up.  I gasped and started shivering again.

     ‘How did it knows it should’ve done that?’ I thought.  ‘It’s like it has magic powers or something!’  Either way, I knews that I was doomed.  I hads no eggscape.

     “Okay, Finster.” Dash whisperered, with a smile on his face.  “It time for you to meet your new friend!”  He turneded his head towards his pal.  “Quan,would you do the honors please?”

     Quan smiled meanly even more when he pushed down the potty handle the second time.   Dash started pushing my head down.  I tried my bestest to pull my head back up, but I couldn’t.  I started to scream.

     Suddenly, I heared a noise.  Then I heared footsteps.  Then I heared a voice.  “Chuckie, can you hear me?”

     “Tommy!” I cried.  He had come to save me!  Thank goodness!

     “Quit talking to your little imaginary friends!” Dash yelled, pulling my head back up.

     I gaves a quick sigh of happiness.  I was so close to getting my head wet.  But Tommy had come to the rescue.  I knew that I was gonna be okay.  Or not.  I didn’t really know what he was like back then.

     “Hang in there, Chuckie!” Tommy yelled through the flusher noise.  “I’ve gots a plan!  I’m not sure if it’ll work though.”

     “Try anything!” I yelled back.

     Dash pulled my head up again.  “I told you to stop talking!” he growled.  “Now I’m gonna take you to the bigger whirlpool!”

     “No!” I cried, as Dash and Quan taked me by the arms again.  “W-Whats dids I ever do to you guys anyways?  Don’t makes me do this!”

    Dash pulled on the metal potty door thingy, and opened the door.

  “Huh?” he cried.

     My eyes was closed a moment agos, so I opened them.  I gasped.  Tommy and a few of his infant friends were standing in front of us, surrounding the whole bathroom.  I couldn’t believes this was all happening.

     “Hey, what gives?” Dash asked.

     “Okay, babies and genermen!” Tommy said, with a smile on his face.  “Let’s squirts them!”

     All of the babies takeded out their bottles and started squirting Dash and Quan like crazy.  A few splats of milk on them was all it took for them to lets goes of me.  They wents falling backward.  I ran towards my new friend and hugged him.

     “Thanks, Tommy!” I said, happily.  “If it weren’t for you and your friends heres, I would’ve been suckeded down the Whirlpool by nows!”

     “No problem, Chuckeroo!” he cried.  “Now let’s teach these meanies a lesson!” Tommy turned back to his crew.  “Okay babies, march and pulls the trigger!  GOES!  GOES!  GOES!”

     Tommy and I ran out of the bathroom and back to the daycare center just after he maked that command.  A few minutes later, Tommy sticked his head back through the bathroom door.  I heared him yells, “FREE TREATS!  FREE TREATS!”

     I grinned at Tommy when he and the other babies camed out.  “Free treats?” I asked with a smile on my face.  “You don’t gots any treats!”

     Tommy shrugged.  “My Grandpa says it’s a word that the army uses to gets peoples to come back to where they started afore the war began!”

     “Oh!” I cried.  We all stood theres quietly for a moment.  Finally, I said something.  “Does you guys wanna have some Valemtimes Day cookies at the snack table?”

     “Oh, boy!” Tommy cried.  “I do!”

     “Us toos!” the other babies cried.

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     So Tommy, me, and the other babies gots our cookies and juice from the snack table, and Dash and Quan never bugged us again!” Chuckie cried.  “The End!”

     Instead of clapping at the end of the story, we all burst out laughing.  Even Chuckie was giggling!  I mean, Dash and Quan lost to a bunch of babies?  What losers!

     “Wait.” Lil said, suddenly frowning.  “How does this asplain to us what Valemtimes Day is?”

     We all stopped laughing to see what Chuckie had to say.

     “It’s simple.” Chuckie answered.  “Valemtimes Day is about loving the peoples you cares abouts and helps outs the mostest.  Right, Sam?”

     I nodded.  He got it exactly right.

     “Hey,” Tommy suddenly exclaimed, “I think I member the story now!  And I also thinks I member what I made the other babies do to Dash and Quan!”

     “What?” Tucker asked happily.  “Tell us!”

     Tommy gave a sly grin.  “Let’s just say we gived them a whirlpool back!” he exclaimed.

     We laughed even harder.

     “What’s so funny?”

     I looked up.  Danny was watching us with a puzzled expression on his face.

     “Where were you all this time?” I asked.

     “I already told you.” Danny said, pointing down the hall.  “I was in the bathroom.  Now, what’s making you guys laugh so hard?”

     ‘He’s hiding something from us.’ I thought.  ‘He couldn’t possibly have been in the bathroom for over half an hour.’

     I ignored that thought for a moment and answered his question. 
“Chuckie used to get picked on by Dash and Quan at the daycare at our school when his Mom used to work there.  Apparently, Chuckie met Tommy once before on Valentines Day at that daycare center and Tommy and his other friends gave Dash and Quan a swirly.”

     “No, way!” Danny exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face.  “Tommy, Chuck, you’ve got to tell me the whole story!  I need a good laugh right about now!”

     So, Chuckie and Tommy told us the whole story again.  Danny was right.  We all needed a good laugh after what happened at the park yesterday, and because of Danny’s mood.  The Dash and Quan story was even funnier the second time.

     A few minutes after the story ended, Mrs. Pickles walked into the room.  “Kids,” she said, “do you mind if we stop by Ghoul Elementary for a little while?  I need to help with the decorating for tomorrow’s dance.  I promised Mrs. Simpson I would help.  She’s having a baby soon.”

     “Sure, Mrs. Pickles.” I replied.  “No problem!”

     As we started walking toward the front door, I felt a tap on my left shoulder.  I turned around.  It was Danny.

     “What’s up?” I asked.

     “Mrs. Pickles said that the person she’s helping has the last name Simpson.” Danny said suspiciously.  “You don’t think it’s-,”

     “Don’t worry, Danny!” I cried.  “Simpson is a very common last name.  The odds of her being Bart’s mother is very unlikely.”

     But even as I said it, I was really unsure.

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