The man shoved Preston in Shay's direction, and Preston stumbled toward her, romantically.
"Hi, miss. Shay, right?"
"Yes, that's right!" whisper-yelled the man.
Preston turned to scowl at the man, and Shay replied, "Yup, that's me. What's your name, little boy? Are you lost?"
"I'm Preston, ma'am, and this is Big Preston," he pointed to his crotch, "and we're right where we want to be."
"Oh! Such a charmer!" she swooned.
"Wanna go on an adventure? I have a belly full of shrimp, but I don't usually get the toots too bad."
"Sure!" she said. So they hopped over the railing, into the water, right as the boat exploded. The fire raged above them, creating a dazzling light show over the surface of the water for what seemed like seconds, but was actually minutes. It was a good thing for them that Preston was so rich.
When the fire died down, they swam up, and walked onto the beach.
"Where's your car?" Shay asked.
"I don't have one." said Preston. "I'm 10. We have to run there."
So they found the road, and ran to town. After about 15 miles, Shay's shoe broke, so they walked for a bit. Soon, they saw a man standing up ahead with a sign, by the side of the road.
"Shoes For Sale" read the sign. Perfect!
"Hi, I need new shoes. Mine broke." Shay said to the road person.
"Exquisite!" said the road man, who we'll call Timothy. I don't think we'll have an opportunity to learn his name. "I happen to sell shoes. But they come at a great price!"
"Great, like big? Or great like 'Wow! What a deal!'?" asked Shay.
"Great, like 'I don't know if I can afford this', so like 'big', I guess." Timothy replied.
"Well, I do need some shoes. How much for these?" This was Shay talking. If you read that as Shay, you did it right.
"One hundred dollars… and your soul!" Timothy cackled.
"My soul?" Shay asked, shocked and temporarily dropping the shoes.
"When you shop at Freddy's Shoes, you get the best, but you have to pay." explained Timothy.
"And your name is Freddy?" Preston piped up.
"Fool! My name is Quigley!" said Quigley, who was no longer Timothy.
Shay and Preston gasped. Quigley had really gotten the drop on them.
"What if I gave you… two hundred dollars, and we keep our souls?" asked Preston.
Quigley's eyes turned into dollar signs, and he shouted, "It's a deal! You all heard him! And there will be NO takebacks!"
So Preston wrote him a check, and Quigley quickly walked over to his car, and deposited the check on his car phone.
Shay put on the shoes, and they took off running again, towards town. As they ran, they could just barely hear Quigley yell, "You haven't heard the last of me!"
Preston laughed, and said, "I bet we have!"
