Mom had only walked about ten feet away when the bell rang again. “Well, for goodness’ sake…I thought we were far enough away that we weren’t going to get anybody!”
She opened the door. “Oh, it’s you again…can I help you?”
Suddenly, there was a clatter in the main hall. Peter looked around to see the bits of orange and black mystery candy sliding across the hardwood floor.
“Excuse you, that was very rude!” Mom said sternly. “Your mother and father wouldn’t appreciate you behaving like that.”
“Whoa, that kid’s badass,” Dill whispered. “I get crappy candy, too, but I don’t throw it back.”
Peter got up to walk to the door. Before he’d gotten halfway there, Mom snapped at the unseen trick-or-treater, “How dare you! Get out of here before I call the sheriff's department, you little brat!” Then she slammed the door.
Peter’s eyes opened wide. “Mom, what did he do?!”
Mom folded her arms and shook her head in angry disbelief. “He…he made a very rude gesture, that’s what he did.”
“Flipped you the bird, huh?” Dill called from the living room.
Mom shot Dill a look. “I’m just glad you two are better behaved than that.”
“I wouldn’t say that about Dill,” Peter muttered as he gathered up the black and orange candy from the floor.
“I heard that!” Dill called out.
Mom shook her head again, then started up the steps. “You boys keep it down, I’m going to go to bed.”
“‘Night, Mom.”
“Goodnight, Peter. Goodnight, Dill.”
“‘Night,” Dill mmphed from the other room, his mouth full of something.
Peter rushed back over to the coffee table to see chocolate stains around Dill’s mouth. “Hey! What is that, a Baby Ruth? That’s not cool!”
Dill shrugged. “Like you were getting any, anyway.”
Peter looked down at the coffee table and exploded. “YOU TOOK BACK THE CANDY CORNS, TOO! THE ONLY HALFWAY DECENT CANDY, AND YOU STOLE IT BACK?!”
Dill looked around innocently. “Whaaaa? No, man, your mom must’ve given it to the jerk kid.”
Peter pointed. “IT’S RIGHT THERE IN YOUR LAP!”
“Whaaa? What, this? Oh, this just fell there…”
Mom came tromping back down the stairs. “Guys, what did I just tell you about keeping it down?”
“He’s stealing my candy!” Peter protested.
“Your candy?” Dill said, offended. “Don’t you mean the candy I gave you?”
“Dill, if you can’t be nice, you need to take your stuff and go home,” Mom ordered.
“Fine by me,” Dill said, and encircled the giant pile of junk food in his arms.
“MOM!” Peter cried out, horrified that she had made a terrible situation even worse.
“Peter – ”
Suddenly, there was a loud booming knock.
“I don’t believe this,” Mom snapped as she turned around and jerked open the front door. “I told you to get out of here!”
“I will, once you give me something besides some crappy-ass candy,” a familiar, squeaky voice said.
Peter’s stomach dropped.
“Mom, get away from the door!” he shouted.
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6 comments:
So far, she deserves it. I imagine she won't deserve whatever's next, though.
It is the kids, and a threat to get more candie. I don't know how that is going to work out for them.
And Dill is being such a stinker, taking back the candie he gave Peter.
I would love to see Peter just reach out and snap the kids mask off... oh how rewarding that would be to just once have someone in a story do what i would do.. of course i'd have a baseball bat in the other hand.. that plastic toy of his wouldn't look so scary then muahahaha
Todd -
Peter's mom deserves rude treatment?!
daymon34 -
Heh heh heh...is it the candy they really want?
AnakMoon -
Just wait. Making him mad might not be the best idea. Remember, he IS a 'psycho trick-or-treater'...
I thought it was pretty unmotherly of her to treat Peter like that. She doesn't deserve an obscene gesture, but it would be nice if she gave Peter some overdue credit, and for once she's seeing some evidence he was telling the truth.
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