After what felt like a long week, it was Friday.
Once the bell rang, ending school for the day and the week, Max Goof and his best friend and next door neighbor Pete Jr. Pete, or PJ for short couldn't dash out the door fast enough as the rest of their peers.
"I didn't think Friday could get close enough Peej," said Max.
"Man a week this has been, tests after pop quizes, exams," added PJ.
"But now, it's weekend time!"
"Campout in the treehouse tonight?"
"You bet buddy.
Got your telescope?
"Check.
You've got the flashlights?
"Check, you have the comic books?
"Check, as long as you've got the snacks."
"Double check.
Just got to get them at my place."
The two friends slapped eachother high five, as they hopped on their skateboards and rode their way home.

Aww, man," went PJ.
"What's wrong?" asked Max.
"I just remember I've gotta pick up my sister at pre-school."
"Your parents are at work?"
"Yep."
PJ's father was the owner of a used car lot, and was having another one of his "big" sales, while his mom Peg was a real estate agent, who was showing a few houses that day.
"You don't mind if we make a quick trip to get her do you?" PJ asked.
"Not at all," Max answered.
Max and PJ skated up to the local pre-school.
Once they arrived, the two spotted a small girl, who looked to be about 4 years old, sitting on the front steps of the building, crying.
It was Pistol.
Max and PJ slowly approched her not to startle her.
PJ sat down next to Pistol and asked, "What's the matter sis?"
Through her sobbing and tears Pistol answered, "The teacher and the kids in my class picked on me today."
"What happened?"
"Well, my teacher Mrs. Tanner left, because she's going to have a baby, so we have a sub .
And when she was doing the name call, she yelled at me because I told her my name is Pistol.
She told me that's not a real name so she...she called me Penolpe.
So all day at school the kids were calling me Pee-neel-oop!"
Pistol once agin burst out crying.
"Penolpe?" said Max, with a quizzle look on his face.
"That's acutally Pistol's real name.
Pistol is a nickname we call her," PJ explained.
"So where did the name Pistol come from?"
"Well, it all happened around the time Pistol was born."

Pistol instantly stopped crying and a large smile grew on her face.
"Oh please please please!
Pretty please PJ with sugar and a cherry on top, with ice cream in the middle!
I wanna hear the story about when I was born.
Please please pleeeease!"
PJ just smiled himself and said, "Well, it that's all it takes to get you to stop crying and to make you happy, I'll tell the story then."
"Can you tell it to me on the playground?
I want to go on the swings."
PJ agreed to the request.
Behind the preschool was a small playground area, complete with swings, slide, see-saws, and a jungle gym.
Max hung himself upside-down onto the monkey bars with the back of his knees, while PJ gently pushed Pistol on a swing, once she got settled onto the seat.
"Now then.
It all began when we moved into our house.
Mom was expecting you at anytime.."

Nearly five years earlier.

"Ah home sweet home," said a gentleman, who was dreesed in tan slack and a tacky Hawaiian shirt, as he bargged into an empty house.
At that moment, a woman, who was dressed in white capri pants and a light pink maturity blouse enter the home.
She placed an arm around the man's shoulder and said, "Oh Peteums, it's beautiful."
"Well, only the best for my Peggy pie," said Pete, as he gave Peg a kiss on the cheek.
"EW!
Kissing yucky!" said a child-like voice.
A small boy, who looked about 5, was dressed in a short sleeved shirt and overalls was standing behind them.
Peg turned to the little boy, knelt next to him and said with a laugh, "PJ, that's how mommies and daddies show they love each other."
Pete turned to his son and asked, "So junior, what do you think of our new home?"
"I love it mommy and daddy I mean sir," PJ answered.
"Well now, let's check out the old-new homestead."

The family of three toured around the downstairs of their new home.
Peggy fell in love with the kitchen, PJ thought the backyard was the perfect spot for a playground or a treehouse, maybe a swimming pool, Pete the meanwhile thought a fishing pond was a better idea, and he also had a plan of placing a huge screen TV and a big comfy couch as the best assories for the living.
They then headed upstairs to look around.
PJ raced to one of the doors and asked, "Is this my room sir?"
"Oh no no son, that room's for the baby," Pete answered.
That didn't discourage the child as he ran to another door and asked, "What about this room?
Is it mine?"
No son, that's mommy and daddy's room," Pete answered back.
PJ tried another door, but before he could say anything, Pete said, "That's for my office."
"Pete, you can set up an office in either the attic or in the garage, said Peg, who turned to PJ with a smile and said, "This is your room sweetheart."
PJ opened the door and took a look around as he entered.
"Wow!
Do I really get my own room?" the small boy asked.
"You sure do PJ.
No more cramped one bedroom apartment for us," Peg answered, referrece to the lasted place they called home.
Pete wrapped an arm around his PJ shoulder and said, "Son.
From now on, things are looking up for us."