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CHAPTER
THREE
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A LITTLE JOY
RIDE...
After a few hours of lecturing we decided to go over to Greasy’s
Diner (The place where we liked to hang out) to scheme up a new plan
to make some cold hard cash. It was a tough choice, but
finally we decided to do some yard work. It was a pretty good
idea! In half an hour we already had two jobs: one raking
leaves, and the other mowing someone’s lawn.
As you know, I’m not the most athletic person in the
world (Unless you call snoring athletic). That’s why we
decided that I should do the raking. All in all, I didn’t have to
much trouble (Except for the part where I got the rake stuck between
my legs and fell face first into the frog pond). That is, until I
had to go into the garage to get the garbage bags and left my rake
up against the wall. That’s where my problems started.
(PROBLEM # 1)
rake
falls over and hits key that is placed in ignition on motorcycle.
(PROBLEM # 2) motorcycle zooms out of garage with me on top
of it.
(PROBLEM # 3)
motorcycle zooms around block and picks up Eddy and innocent
bystander.
(PROBLEM # 4)
out of control motorcycle
zooms
across
town to construction site with innocent bystander, Eddy, and Me
SCREAMING FOR OUR
LIVES!
(PROBLEM # 5)
big mound of dirt.
(PROBLEM # 6)
us launching off big mound of dirt!
(PROBLEM # 7)
us
soaring through the sky.
(PROBLEM # 8) us falling from the sky.
(PROBLEM # 9) that darn drugstore roof!
(PROBLEM # 10) a very angry drugstore clerk. The clerk asked
for my phone number so of course I gave him Eddy’s. I just
didn’t want to get into trouble. Sure Eddy might get into
trouble but he’d forget about it sooner or later.
That nights dinner was pretty normal. My big brother
Mike was shoving plate after plate of glowing glop (It was my turn
to cook) into his mouth and my three little sister were shoving
there peas under there already two foot napkins.
Then the phone rang. “Hello...HE DID WHAT!!!...O.K.
bye...” dad said, Because of the “HE DID WHAT!!!” I suspected that
Mr. drugstore clerk had tracked me down. But even though I had
crashed through somebody’s roof dad wasn’t so hard on me cause
if you know me this kind of thing happens all the time .
The next morning I went over to Eddy’s on my skate
board. Nothing really interesting happened until I thought I saw
what may have seen Mugsy on the way over (It was kind of hard to
tell with all that dried dough all over her).
Back at Eddy’s house, my good friend was counting up
our loot. “How much did we make yesterday?” I asked. “Twenty
dollars.” he replied. “Twenty dollars!!” I exclaimed. “Yeah a couple
thousand went towards that Guys motor cycle that’s still running
around town.” He replied. “How did we make a couple thousand
dollars!?!” I demanded. “Oh, we sold some of that cookie dough to
the military base . . . something about biological weapons.” He
explained. |
