Bobby and Dingleberry Solve Parental Denial
“Bobby, wait up!”
The redheaded teen stopped and glared in annoyance at his companion. “Quiet,” he hissed. “And no names.”
“Aw, you only learned that from TV,” his companion said back, this time a lot quieter. The two boys crouched between two cars to hide further from the crowd. “This is so not going to work. We are gonna get caught.”
“No we’re not.” Bobby gave a long suffering sigh. He scanned the area, bobbing his head above the cars for a better view.
“Bobby! Let’s just ask your mom. I don’t know about this, man; I feel really torn.”
Bobby glanced at his friend, and then nodded towards the right. He grabbed his gasoline can and started creeping along the line of cars. His friend fearfully followed. They reached a red sedan and Bobby stopped. “Look,” he ordered.
“But-“
“Just look, Dingleberry!”
Dingleberry popped his head above the hood of the car they were hiding behind and began to pivot like a periscope. Suddenly he barked and threw himself on the ground. He lied there panting.
“And,” Bobby queried.
“There’s people,” Dingleberry managed to gasp out.
“And?”
“They’re like right there,” he said and pointed in their direction.
“Well which way were they facing,” Bobby asked.
Dingleberry shrugged, appearing to hump the ground, so Bobby peeked over the car. After leisurely looking around, he dropped back down and leaned against the side of the car.
“Wow, pal! There are people there, ‘like right there’. But they all seem to be facing the other way. Isn’t that odd?” Bobby pinched Dingleberry’s arm. “Now maybe you can’t hear the drums over the crowd, but were you even listening when I told you the plan back at the house?”
Dingleberry mumbled something into the ground that may have been ‘yes’.
“Oh, wait, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the roar of the crowd and yep, definitely drums mixed in there, too.”
Dingleberry sat up. “Your dad won’t give you gas money, so we’re going to siphon some off a few cars while everybody’s watching the parade.”
“Hallelujah, it’s a miracle! Now get the hose ready.”
The redheaded teen stopped and glared in annoyance at his companion. “Quiet,” he hissed. “And no names.”
“Aw, you only learned that from TV,” his companion said back, this time a lot quieter. The two boys crouched between two cars to hide further from the crowd. “This is so not going to work. We are gonna get caught.”
“No we’re not.” Bobby gave a long suffering sigh. He scanned the area, bobbing his head above the cars for a better view.
“Bobby! Let’s just ask your mom. I don’t know about this, man; I feel really torn.”
Bobby glanced at his friend, and then nodded towards the right. He grabbed his gasoline can and started creeping along the line of cars. His friend fearfully followed. They reached a red sedan and Bobby stopped. “Look,” he ordered.
“But-“
“Just look, Dingleberry!”
Dingleberry popped his head above the hood of the car they were hiding behind and began to pivot like a periscope. Suddenly he barked and threw himself on the ground. He lied there panting.
“And,” Bobby queried.
“There’s people,” Dingleberry managed to gasp out.
“And?”
“They’re like right there,” he said and pointed in their direction.
“Well which way were they facing,” Bobby asked.
Dingleberry shrugged, appearing to hump the ground, so Bobby peeked over the car. After leisurely looking around, he dropped back down and leaned against the side of the car.
“Wow, pal! There are people there, ‘like right there’. But they all seem to be facing the other way. Isn’t that odd?” Bobby pinched Dingleberry’s arm. “Now maybe you can’t hear the drums over the crowd, but were you even listening when I told you the plan back at the house?”
Dingleberry mumbled something into the ground that may have been ‘yes’.
“Oh, wait, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the roar of the crowd and yep, definitely drums mixed in there, too.”
Dingleberry sat up. “Your dad won’t give you gas money, so we’re going to siphon some off a few cars while everybody’s watching the parade.”
“Hallelujah, it’s a miracle! Now get the hose ready.”
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