Note: I don't own Holes
Chapter 1: Get Rich Quick Plan"Look at this right here," said a mysterious man slapping the newspaper.
He passes it to the guy next to him.
The two mysterious people were in a shady office. The only light shining was on the ceiling. The shadows of the office hid majority of their face. The only thing showing was their mouth. One of them had a gold tooth. They both seemed to be good well into their twenties.
The man reads the newspaper article.
"Two teenagers, getting rich from going to camp."
"Look. They earned millions of dollars."
"They were digging for buried treasure basically."
"Bull. We were juveniles when were younger. How come we didn't get any money."
"One of them was never guilty. The other had no file. One of the fathers invented some weird potion to cure foot odor."
"Foot odor?"
"Yes."
"What kind of weirdo spends that much time trying to cure foot odor?"
"Who knows. The main point is, the two teenagers got millions of dollars. Some of it was from the potion but majority of it was from the treasure they found. It contained jewels, stock papers, deeds of trust, and promissory notes."
"They were old too. They were old too. These are some lucky teenagers."
One of the men smiled and the other smiled also. They looked evil.
"Not really. Not that lucky."
They looked at each other and they each got the idea.
"This will be the easiest job we've ever done."
"You know this will."
"Should we call the boss?"
"Of course."
"Alright. He will be very pleased about this."
"You know he will."
One of the men picked up the telephone. It rang once when a shady man with a cigarette in his mouth picked up the phone. He was middle-aged man with two rings on his fingers. One on the index and the other on the middle finger.
"Talk to me."
"Sir. Did you get the paper for today."
"Yeah. What does it have to do with anything."
"Turn to page three."
"Excuse me?"
"I mean… Could you please turn to page three. There is an article on two teenagers striking it rich."
The boss reads through the article and talked back on the phone.
"Get them."
"Yes sir."
He hung up and told his partner.
"The job is on."
"Good. What are the two teenagers name."
The guy reads under the picture and says aloud,
"Stanley Yelnats and Hector Zeroni."
