103 4: A SIBLING REUNION.
~WITH MAX~
Meanwhile, somewhere else in London, England, the yellow Taxi drove to the city to get to it's destination. And the driver was hopping to find it fast, 'cause Max had been rambling on and on about his life back home in America. The boy had been talking his ear off since they had left the airport, and he was just about near sick of it.
"So then my Mom, who's back home in America with my Dad, beg my brother to take me in. At first he was interested, but he had a change of mind after my Mom said it was only for the summer. Do you know where you're going?" Said Max.
Fed up with having to hear the boy's rambling, the cab driver closed the window behind him.
"Well, someone needs some alone time." Said Max.
The driver then swerved to the left, knocking Max over.
Max then looked in his duffle bag and got out his wallet. He opened it to find it was empty. "Wait. My money's gone. I must have spent it all back at home." The teen put his wallet back in his duffle bag and looked at the driver. "I don't suppose i could pay you in pennies."
And that was all the driver needed to hear. No cash ment no ride. He slammed on the breaks and the cab came to a screeching holt, causing Max's face and hands to fly up against the window.
"There's 103 of them." Said Max.
The driver then threw Max out of the Taxi.
"That was rude." Said Max.
The driver then tossed Max's luggage at him.
"Ha ha, you missed me!" Max taunted.
The driver then threw Max's duffle bag at him, hitting him in the face with it. The driver then squeeled the tires of the cab and drove off.
So much for U.K. being a civilized country. The people over here were just like the people back home. Max then stood up. "And thanks for the lift!" He shouted sarcastically. "Jerk." The 12 year old American boy picked up his duffle bag and placed it around his shoulder and grabbed the handle of his rolling suitcase. "So...this is London. Well let me have myself a gander." Max then saw a man coming his way. "Excuse me sir, the driver threw me out of the cab, can you help...me?" He said as the man walked right passed him. Either the man didn't notice him or he just didn't care. "Jerk."
Max turned and saw a huge building right in front of him with a lit up sign that said 'FRANKSON'S DOG GROOMERS.'
Max walked up to the double glass doors and procceeded to open one of them, but when he did, he discovered that the door was locked. He looked and saw a red sign on the other glass door that read 'CLOSED.' "(Sighs) Great." He got out his cellphone and dialed his brother's cell number and waited for someone to pick up on the other line.
(#RING# #RING# #RING#) "Hello?" Came a male voice on the other end.
"Hi, Clark, it's me, Max. I'm outside your shop right now."
"Alright, i'll be right down." Said the voice of Clark.
"O-" Before Max could finish his sentence, the call dropped. "kay." The 12 year old put his cell back in his pocket and waited for his brother. "Great. Just great. I have no money, i'm thrown out of a taxi cab, and stuck here in London for the whole summer with my older brother, who hates my guts. How could it get any worse?"
As if on cue, the sound of squealing tires were heard in the distance.
"What was that?" Max asked.
Just then, a car sped around the corner of the dog groomers and zoomed down the street towards Max with it's head lights on.
"Whoa!" Max got out of the street and on the sidewalk just as the car zoomed right passed him and continued on down the street.
"Who the world was that?" Max asked.
Just then, a 21 year old young man came to the glass doors of the building with a key. He had black hair and brown eyes. This was Clark Frankson, the older brother of Max Frankson. He unlocked one of the doors and opened it and came out.
With the young man were four dogs. The first one was a black and white Border Collie with three red scars across it's face and a red bandanna tide around it neck.
The second dog was an orange and white Collie with a pink collar around it's neck and a gray bone-shaped tag.
The third one was a Golden Retriever with a blue collar around it's neck.
And finally, the fourth dog was a little, white, furry Jack Russelle Terrier with brown eyes.
"Hi, Clark." Said Max.
"Hi, you're lookin' good, bro. It's a good thing you showed up when you did, i was just about to close up for the night." Said Clark.
"You're looking good too. What have you been doing here for the past three years?" Max asked.
"Oh, nothin' much. Usual. Just hangin' out." Said Clark.
"How come you're all wet?" Max asked.
"Oh, i just jumped out of the shower." Said Clark.
"The shower? At work?" Max asked.
"Well, if you call washing your four dogs being in the shower, then yes." Said Clark.
"Speaking of dogs, who are these four guys?" Asked Max, eyeing the dogs.
"Oh, Max, these are my dogs, Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster. Guys, this is my brother." Said Clark.
"Hello, nice to meet you all." Said Max.
"Hey, you've grown a lot since the last time i saw you." Said Clark.
"Yeah, that's kind of what happens in three years. Actually, i think i got smaller last year." Said Max.
"Smaller?" Clark said.
"Yeah. By a couple of inches. I think i might be turnning into the incredible shrinking kid." Said Max.
"This sounds, serious, bro. Maybe we better get you a burger, some fries and a milkshake." Said Clark.
"Good idea. Before i disappear completely." Said Max.
"Okay then, let's get going. Let me just lock up first." Said Clark. He walked back over to the double glass door and locked them with his key, closing the place up for the night. He, his dogs and his younger brother started walking down the sidewalk towards his vehicle. "Hey, what's with the big suitcase?"
"What do you mean?" Max asked.
"What have you got in there, rocks? Bricks?" Asked Clark.
"Cloths and books." Said Max.
"Must be some big books." Said Clark.
"Heavy reading." Said Max.
The two brothers laughed as they walked down the sidewalk.
~ON THE ROAD~
Clark, Max and the dogs road in a white jeep on the night streets of London.
"Comeputer camp? What do you do there, take long hikes with your printer and sleep out under the stars with your...laptop?" Clark joked.
"Well, it's not really a camp, they just call it that." Said Max.
"How long?" Clark asked.
"Seven weeks. Pratically the whole summer." Said Max. There was a moment of silence in the car until they passed by a huge building. "Hey, what's that?"
"What's what?" Clark asked.
"That building over there." Said Max.
"Oh, that's the H.O.D. fashion house. Otherwise known as the House Of De Vil. They make and promote fur." Said Clark.
"Cloths? You mean like fur cloths?" Said Max.
"Yeah, i guess something like that." Said Clark. "It's suppose to be top secert. Very hush, hush stuff going on. Everybody around here who works there knows that's what they're doing."
"Cool." Said Max.
Clark smiled at Max.
~AT CLARK'S HOUSE~
The Frankson brothers soon arrived at their destination in the countryside of London, England. The jeep pulled up to a house and stopped. The two brother then got out of the car.
Clark opened the back door of the jeep for Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster and they all got out and he closed the door.
Max staired in aw as he viewed the countryside of London. "This is great, Clark. Just as Mom and Dad said you discribed it." He then ran up to the house.
"Yeah, it's got everything. Running water, electricity, you name it." Said Clark.
Max walked up to the poarch and looked out at the scenery of the country. "Wow, what a lake."
Clark and the dogs came onto the poarch and he unlocked the front door and opened it. "Oh no."
Max and the dogs followed Clark inside the caben house. When they got inside, they found the house in shambles. More-so the kitchen than anywhere else. The refridgerator was open, there was food and snacks scattered all over the entire kitchen area. And it didn't take the brothers long to find the source of all this destruction either. Or the 'SOURCES,' so to speak. For in the kitchen were two Raccoons. One was in the cabnents while the other one was on the counter, playing with the toaster.
Just then, Clark's, cellphone started to ring. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and answered it. "Hello?"
"Hi, Clark, it's Mom." Said a woman with blond hair and blue eyes.
"Oh, hi, Mom." Said Clark.
"Did Max get there okay?" Mom asked.
"Yeah, he got here fine. Yeah." Said Clark.
"Well, i just wanted to be sure." Said Mom.
The second Raccoon then knocked the toaster off the counter, causing it the crash to the floor.
Mom heard the crashing sound of the toaster in the background. "Clark, what's going on over there?"
The first Raccoon, now on the roof of the kitchen cabnent, knocked a role of paper towel off.
"Oh, nothing, i just-i just, uh, dropped something." Said Clark.
"It sounded like something broke." Said Mom.
"Huh?" Said Clark. "No, that's, uh, we're trying to make supper over here, Mom. Do you think i can call you back?"
"Okay, i'll call you back later. Tell Max that Dad and i..."
"What?" Clark asked.
"I said tell Max that Dad and i send our love. And for him to be careful. Alright?" Said Mom.
"Yeah, i will." Said Clark.
"Okay. Bye." Said Mom.
"Bye." Said Clark before hanging up his cellphone.
"Hey." Said Max. His older brother looked at him. "How do we, uh, get 'em out of here?" He asked, eyeing the Raccoons.
"Oh, that's easy. First you have to get their attention." Said Clark. "Hey, you guys!"
The young man's shouting semed to get the Raccoons' attention.
"Now, Raccoons like to eat my kitchen, but Kyotoes like to chase Raccoons. Watch this. Rex, Lassie, howel." Said Clark.
Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster then started howeling, causing the two Raccoons to leave out through the front door.
Max grinned at this and tried not to laugh. "Sure is a nice place you got here."
The top shelfrack of the refridgerater then collapsed, causing the remaining food on it to fall onto the floor.
"Thanks. It's home." Said Clark.
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