A/N: Okay, so here's the sequel I've been promising. I know it's late, I said it would be ready in June, but it's August. But, I really couldn't think about Huck Finn all summer.

I hope you guys enjoy this!

I was just coming back from the river when I heard a mighty fierce noise. It sounded like a rally of some sorts. I was sure Aunt Sally could stand it if I was a little late deliverin' her fish, so I stopped to look at was goin' on.

There was a whole big group of folks surroundin' a little man with a pink face and proud looking mustache. I started to feel underneaths my nose where my mustache shoulda been coming, but all that was there was some of what Aunt Sally called 'Peach Fuzz"

Anyways, this man was talking about setting out west, and all this other nonsense. All the mens was cheering, but I didn't see no attraction, so I made my way back to the house.

When I walked through the front gate, Aunt Sally came out all in a tizzy and ran right to me.

"Why, Huckleberry Finn! I do believe I told you to go fetch me a trout and come straight home!" She hollered.

"Mighty sorry, ma'am." I said. "But you sees, they was havin' a rally-"

"Of course they were! Theys is always having rallies! You just gots to learn to ignore them for Heaven's sake. And I'd expect someone your age to be able to do that."

"But Auntie, I'm almost sixteen! I'm practically a man! I should be able to go around and do what I want!"

"Huckleberry, I keep tellin' you that you will be a man, and that you can leave when you starts to sprout facial hairs. Now go wash up, supper will be ready soon."

"Yes'm" I mumbled. I walked out back to the wash basin and there I saw what would get me out of Aunt Sally's house for good. Underneath a bucket was our dead cat, Henry. If I could just get his tail, then I could do it. I pulled out the knife Tom Sawyer had given me for my fifteenth birthday and began slicing.

When I walked in to the dining room, all eyes were on me. When Aunt Sally saw me I coulda swore her eyes popped all the way out of her head.

"By Gracious!" She hollered. "Huckleberry Finn, what is on your lip?"

"A mustache." I said as smoothly as I could, although I was just copying Tom's new way of speaking. "Now, I can leave and go live in town."

Uncle George walked over to me and I began to breathe real funny. I think he was onto me.

"Sally, I do believe we have ourselves a faker here." He ripped the tail off my lip and dangled it in front of me. "Looks like this is poor dead Henry's tail."

Aunt Sally's eyes got real big and her face turned as red as a tomato.

"Huckleberry Finn you march yourself up to your room and don't come down until you feels sorry for making an old woman feel this way! And no supper for you!"

I walked up the stairs to my room. I sat down on my bed and looked out my window. After I had tried to run away with Tom Sawyer a couple years back, Uncle George had put bars up on my window so that I couldn't escape, so after being bored for a few minutes I resigned myself to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with a mighty stiff pain in my neck, which I discovered was from sleepin' upside-down-ways. I went downstairs, ate some oatmeal and left for town.

I was supposed to meet Tom Sawyer, so that we could go and kiss on his little island, but I didn't feel like seeing no one. I walked up and down the street a few times, until something caught my eye. It was a yellow flyer that said this.

Feel Like Getting Rich?

Want to have the adventure of a life-time?

Then you need to head out west to California

And get yourself some GOLD

In the California GOLD RUSH

I tore the flyer off the post and walked into a nearby shop. I walked up to the counter and slapped the flyer down on the table.

"Is it true?" I said, waking the man up from his nap.

The old man put on his glasses and peered down at the paper.

"Yessiree, that's right. My son is there right now, and he's making more money than Judge Thatcher."

I looked at the paper. "Perfect." I said with a big grin. "I gotta tell Tom."

I don't think I'd never run as fast as I did to see Tom. My feets was practically floating as I came up onto the river's edge.

"Well, well, well, lookie here who's late as Ol' Henry."

"Shuddup." I said real quick. "'Ja see this?" I handed him the piece of paper and he grabbed it like it was hotcakes.

And he didn't respond nearly as quick as I thought he would.

"Well, whaddya think, Tom?" I asked real sweetly. "'Ol' man down at the market says his son's over there makin' more money than Judge Thatcher."

Tom looked at me likes I was stupid or something.

"Huckleberry, I loves ya. And I'd go to the ends of the world for ya, ya know that, right?" he spit out a few sunflower seeds he'd been chewin' on. I nodded real fast. "Well, as far as I'm concerned, the world ends at the Mississippi."

And then he crumpled up the paper and threw it at my face.

I felt my face get real hot all a sudden. "Tom Sawyer, I thought you was the one who started a robber's club jut to get rich?"

He nodded all proud like. "Yup. That was me! The great Thomas Sawyer!"

"Wells," I said all slow. "This is like the robber's club, 'cept you don't do no work!"

"Huckleberry Finn, I tooked a geography class. Gettin on down to Cal-i-for-ni-ay is a heap of work."

"Well, it pays off Tom." I said. I kissed him on the cheek, cause I knows he likes that. I got real close to his ear. "More money than Judge Thatcher."

Tom rolled his eyes and hopped of his tree branch likes it was a skunk.

And that's how we ended up headin' to California.

To be Continued...

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