Peter and Dill had longer legs, adrenaline, and a head start on their sides. They made it to
Within sixty seconds they had made it to Lumpkin. There sat the beat-up little Honda, the best thing Peter had seen all night. He could make out Mom’s silhouette behind the wheel. She was turned around and talking to Beth in her car seat.
“Get in the front, I’ll take the back!” Dill shouted.
Peter didn’t argue. He was running so hard that he slammed up against the door, startling Mom, who jerked around in pure fright. Beth actually jumped inside her car seat.
The door handle was locked.
“MOM, OPEN UP, OPEN UP!” Peter shrieked.
“HURRY, HURRY, HURRY!” Dill yelled.
Inside, Mom fumbled for the automatic lock button.
Click. The little door locks popped up. Peter and Dill piled into the car, shut the doors, and slammed down the locks.
Peter looked out the window. Nobody was outside. In fact, he couldn’t see anyone at all out on the street.
Mom looked panicked. “Peter, what’s wrong?!”
“Just drive, Mom! Just go, GO!”
She cranked the ignition and the engine roared to life. As the Honda pulled away from the curb, Peter saw them, far down the street, six tiny figures under a streetlamp. One of them waved at him – the one with curling horns on his head – and then they all melted back into the darkness.
***
“What in the world was that all about? Are you guys okay?” Mom asked fearfully. “You scared me to death!”
Beth was sucking on a Sugar Daddy and looking at them curiously from her car seat. Her Strawberry Shortcake bathing suit looked odd with a tutu around the middle.
“He got jumped,” Dill said as he pulled off his ghost costume and settled in beside Beth’s car seat. The two of them exchanged wary looks and shielded their candy from each other.
“What?!” Mom exclaimed.
“I got jumped?!” Peter huffed. “What about you?! We both got jumped!”
Dill shrugged as he reached in his sack for a Tootsie Roll. “Dude, I fought off my guys. Like a man.”
“Give me a break, you were running the same as me!”
“Who’s still got their candy, huh?”
“Wait, that’s what this is about?” Mom asked, finally understanding. “Someone stole your candy?
“Not my candy,” Dill smirked.
Copyright © 2009 Darren Pillsbury. All rights reserved.
3 comments:
Honestly, I'd about trade Dill for Devil Boy.
Oh Dill.
I love you, but sometimes you can be a total bitch.
Not cool guy.
~N7
Well at least Pete's mom was there waiting for them.
I am guessing that those kids are anything but. Now just what they are I am not sure.
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