Okay today's prompt comes from Amy T and it goes: can you do a one-shot where Niff steals the gavel and it brings back memories of the whistle?
This okay?
When Thad and David got to the Warbler Hall a bit before the day's meeting they came upon a strange site. Wes was crawling around on the floor and seemed to be looking for something. He looked under the couch and then sat up on his knees and scratched his head.
"Most curious", he said. "This is most peculiar."
"He's talked to that British girl again", Thad whispered and David grinned. They had never met her in real life but the Warblers knew Wes had a friend in UK and whenever he talked to her he started to speak with a British accent. It was amusing at times, who where they kidding? It was always amusing. Thad and David walked over to him and followed every movement he did.
"Can I help you two, Thad, David", Wes said as he looked underneath a small table.
"Um", David said, he had forgotten that Wes always knew who left or entered a room. "We are more wondering what we can help you with?"
"Nothing really", Wes said and lifted up a table cloth to look underneath the table.
"Are you sure", Thad asked.
"Yes", Wes said and got up and started to lift the pillows of the sofas and look behind and underneath them.
"Are you sure", David said as Wes walked across the room and stuck his head into the fireplace and looked around. "Wes are you okay?"
"I'm perfectly fine", Wes said and came out from the fire place just as the rest of the Warblers arrived in groups of two and three. Wes was having his back to the door. Soon everyone that had entered sat down and Wes turned around.
"Good everyone is here", he said as he walked around the room and it clearly looked as if he was searching for something.
"Uh Wes", Rock said when Wes looked behind said Warbler. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing much", Wes said and shrugged. "Well let's start the meeting shall we?"
"Shouldn't you use a certain something to call for order", Jeff said in a way too innocent voice and Nick face-palmed. When Jeff realized that he paled because Wes slowly turned to him.
"And where exactly might the item of this discussion be camping out", Wes asked calmly.
"Uh…" Jeff looked confused. "Um in a tent?"
"And where is that tent?" Wes asked and crossed his arms.
"Um…" Jeff looked to Nick, who looked like he wanted to sunk through a hole in the ground.
"I don't know?" Jeff said.
"Well then", Wes said and Jeff squeaked in terror when he saw the look on his face. "You two better find it and bring it back or else!"
"Or else what", Nick asked.
Wes leaned down so that he was practically nose to nose with Nick.
"Do you really want to try me Sullivan", he asked.
"No sir!" Nick squeaked.
"Then go fetch that gavel!"
"Yes sir", Niff squeaked and ran off. Wes sighed and got back to his seat and shook his head. Wes rubbed his temples.
"I'm starting to understand why Jerry and the guys got so frustrated with me", he grumbled.
"Who", Kurt asked.
"Former Warblers", Blaine explained to him.
Nick and Jeff couldn't find the gavel. They had been looking for hours, Wes had started the meeting anyway, using a small iron figurine to knock on the table instead. Nick and Jeff had hid the gavel too good so they had no idea where it was. They soon told Wes about this and he sighed. He had never lost the whistle when he was trying to free the Warblers from it. He knew that Niff steeling the gavel had nothing to do with freeing the Warblers off it. They just wanted to play a prank on Wes. And Wes didn't even like that thing, he just used it to start the meeting and call things to order and of course to show that a suggestion had been approved or well not approved. Wes only used the things at meetings and only because he liked it better than that damned whistle. He couldn't understand how Jerry, Brad and Otto got so… so fond of the evil little thing! Austin just lived for making sure Wes couldn't get to it. But Wes had won at last.
Right now he was lying on his bed trying to figure out where the two knuckleheads could've hid the whistle… and it brought back memories from all his hiding places of the cursed thing.
"Okay it's no secret he hates that thing (we all do)", Lucas continued as they neared the Bean. "But you always find it right?"
"Yes", Jerry muttered while he sent a text.
"So what makes you think you won't find it this time?"
"He's getting better at it! His last hiding place was terrible!"
"His last hiding place was really entertaining."
"He hid it in Mr. Rudolph's desk drawer!" Jerry yelled. "The man thought I was going to cheat on his test!"
"This candle in the middle is strange", Trixie said as she cut the cake into pieces and handed them out. "It didn't burn like the others nor did it shrink." She handed the plate to Jerry who took hold of the candle and licked of the cream and then… his eyes widened. He looked at the thing in his hand and pulled off the wick.
"Wes Montgomery!" he shouted and the boy paled. "What the hell did you do to my whistle?!"
"Aw man", Wes groaned. "He found it!"
"Damn straight I did! Now what did you do to it?!"
"Huh?"
"It doesn't work! See!" Jerry blew but no sound came out.
"Wohoo!" Nathan cheered. "The wicked thing is dead!"
"Maybe some cream is just stuck in it", Justine supplied. "Give it one big blow Jerry!"
"No!" the others called but Jerry did and sure enough some piece of cake flew out and a shrill note echoed around.
"Aw man", Wes groaned. "I got to find a better hiding place."
"Oh no you don't", Jerry said and put the whistle in his chest pocket before he continued to eat his cake. But Wes saw it sticking up a bit and with a smirk walked over to Jerry.
"Thanks for not killing me Jerry", he said and hugged the older boy around the neck. Jerry smiled and ruffled his hair. Wes walked back to his place and flashed the little whistle to the boys closest to him and they started to snigger. But Jerry wasn't so easily fooled he walked over and snatched it back. Wes glared at the cursed thing and muttered:
"To the next time."
The crowd cheered and the seniors got to their feet applauding and smiling brighter than anyone, Jerry and Mark the proudest of them all. The Warblers bowed and Wes winked at Jerry and then looked at his tie. Jerry followed his gaze and laughed. Wes' tie clip… was Jerry's whistle.
They all jumped when a shrill sound was heard and they covered their ears. Wes then sent a death glare at the council table where Brad and Austin were seated. Brad was now in the middle seat… having Jerry's whistle in his mouth still.
"Yo dude do you even know where that thing's been", Matt shouted at him.
"In Jerry's mouth", Otto asked.
"In a cake, in a drawer, in a box, in a potted plant, in a toothbrush stand", Wes started counting on his fingers.
"Don't worry", Brad said smirking. "I put it in the dishwasher." Everyone laughed. "And I rubbed that wound-cleaning-alcohol-thingie on it to get rid of the germs."
"Well Wes will soon get rid of it", Austin said. "Let me know when you do so I can start the party."
"Ha!" Brad said. "Never! Jerry might've let him get it but I won't."
"Ooooh sounds like a challenge", Wes said and grinned.
"Bring it on squirt."
"Consider it brought."
When it was time to start the volume in the room was a bit loud so Brad reached for his whistle and froze. He felt on his chest pocket but there was nothing. He felt on all his pockets but found nothing. He was slightly panicking but then realized… that his whistle hung from a chain around his neck. He felt on his chest and felt the thin thing there. He sighed in relief and grabbed it, before putting it in his mouth and blowing… nothing happened and it felt wrong in his mouth.
He tried again but got the same result. With the thing still in his mouth he looked down and saw that he was having a ball-point pen in his mouth. He spit it out, took the chain off of him and stared at the thing lying in his hand. He growled and Austin and Joseph looked at him in confusion, but then saw the pen. Joseph smiled, while Austin broke out laughing. Brad looked around the room. He saw Wes lean on the wall next to the table where Lucas, Michael, Matt and William were sitting. Wes was smirking at him before he winked. Brad flew up with a:
"MONTGOMERY!"
Everyone turned to look at him and they all looked confused, save Wes. Brad held the pen up.
"What is this", the senior growled.
"A pen", Wes said innocently.
"Seriously Brad you must know that by now", Charles said with a grin. Brad grabbed hold of the chain and held it up so that the pen dangled from it.
"Does anyone know what this is", he asked coldly.
"It's a pen on a silver chain", Otto said looking confused.
"It is", Brad said through gritted teeth. "But it is supposed to be a whistle."
At first there was no sound at all and then all the Warblers from the year before started laughing and Michael gave Wes a high five. Brad kept glaring at the kid who was only smirking.
"That got your attention didn't it", Wes said and crossed his arms.
"What do you want Wes", Brad said with a tired sigh and ran a hand over his face.
"I thought you'd never ask", Wes said happily.
"Just get on with it."
Wes jumped onto the table next to Lucas.
"I call for a Warbler duel and if my team wins Kim's joining the Warblers", he said and Brad looked at him cocking an eyebrow.
"What is a Warbler duel", Philip asked and looked at the oldest Warblers in the room, but none of them knew.
"Any Warbler can challenge the chairman's decision about who is and not is to join the group. This is done by a Warbler duel", Wes explained happily. "Jerry told me. He said that if a Warbler feels that the chairman is completely wrong he can challenge him… well actually challenge his lead singer and another singer. Kim and I challenge Philip and whoever he wants to sing with… Philip has to do his best." The last he added because he knew Philip wanted Kim in. But Philip was a competitor. He loved to win so he would give it his all.
"Fine", Brad spat and sat down, throwing his pen aside. "You and the Swede against PP and Jesse."
"Sweet", Jesse said and got up.
"Tomorrow", Lucas said and put an arm around Wes' waist to show that he was on their side. "They will crush you."
"How do we know who wins", Otto asked.
"All the Warblers act as judges", Austin called from where he was reading the rule book. "The council has no say. The winner is the team that either gets most votes or has the most Warblers join into the singing."
"That will be Wes and Kim", Mitch said with confidence.
"Bring it on", Jesse called.
"We intend to freshman", Wes said happily.
"Shut it midget."
"Oi!" the Warblers from the year before called, they didn't like that someone insulted their little brother. Jesse held his hands up in defense.
"Shut it yourself Wavy", Wes called back.
"Wes you're going down", Philip teased pointing at the kid.
"Nah we all saw what happened at sectionals last year when you lead us."
"Why you little", Philip said with a grin and ran at the Asian. Wes squeaked and ran off, Philip close behind. Otto and Lucas laughed and decided to save Wes so they followed. Austin smirked at Brad before hurrying after them… the Asian kid looked as if he was in trouble and Philip was known as the tickling master and they all knew Wes was ticklish. When they were gone Brad swore… he still didn't know where the whistle was… or why nearly every single Warbler had a banana, an orange or a pear in front of him.
"Well welcome to the Warblers then", Brad said and everyone hugged happily. But after a little bit Justine broke away from the group to put lipstick on. She took off the cork and stared.
"What on earth", she asked and they all turned to her and she turned to Wes. "Baby what did you do to my lipstick, it's all thin and pointy?"
"Wait a minute", Brad said when he heard that and snatched it from her. He pulled the stick out and saw that it wasn't really lipstick… it was his whistle.
"Aw damn it", Wes said. "Uh oh." Brad had turned red and was shaking with rage. "Um bye!" Wes called and ran out.
"Next solo goes to the guy that brings me that kid alive!" Brad yelled and pointed after Wes. All the Warblers smirked and took off… well nearly everyone. Wes heard them coming and squeaked before running as fast as he could to find the perfect hiding place because he knew that if he just kept running… it would only by a matter of minutes before he was caught.
Brad took out the whistle again to blow in it so that Otto and Wes would stop. But imagine the size of his eyes when Wes stopped in front of him, said:
"Oh and Brad told me to do this".
And snatch the whistle before running out.
"MONTGOMERY!" Brad yelled and flew up while everyone else laughed. Everything was back to normal, but Joseph noticed something. There was a paper in front of them that hadn't been there before. Wes must have left it when he stole the whistle. Joseph folded up the note and smirked at what he saw. It was a suggestion for their number at sectionals. He pulled on Brad's sleeved and showed him and Austin leaned over to watch too. Both guys smirked and nodded. They had their number for sectionals.
Brad got his whistle back two days later. Wes had been trying to find the perfect hiding place but Brad was lying in wait for him. When Wes walked out of his room Brad grabbed hold of him and tickled him until he let go of the whistle. The battle had started up again though. Wes had tried every single day to get his hands on the whistle. But to no avail. Brad kept too close tabs on the thing.
It was Brad's and he opened it. When he did he smiled and held up Judas Priest's latest CD and when he held it up they saw him frown.
"What's wrong", Wes said with a way too innocent tone in his voice and a way too innocent smile on his face. Austin walked up to Brad and looked at what he was watching and he grinned.
"Good one Wes", he said.
"What", the others asked.
"There's a note here that says that Brad can find his whistle if he perform a little magic in here."
The Everetts smirked and Wes grinned innocently at Brad. Brad sighed before turning to the fire place and rolled up his sleeves.
"I'll kill you for this", he said and walked into the fire place and started to roam around. Wes looked at the twins and they both smirked.
"Ah ha!" they all heard Brad call. "Here it is. Good try Wes, but next time don't hang it from a thread." Wes and the twins looked smugly at each other and the Warblers looked at the fireplace in anticipation. There was a snap sound heard from the chimney… and then a scream… and a grey cloud came out of the fireplace. The Warblers stared and then Brad came out… black and grey from ashes and sooth. The Warblers started to laugh.
"WESLEY!" Brad screamed and turned to the place where Wes had been sitting. Only to finding the spot empty. Even the twins looked amazed at the sight.
"Just you wait Montgomery", Brad yelled. "After Christmas break… I will get you!"
Wes and the other Warblers watched their friends get their diplomas and Carmichael holding a speech to all graduates… and Lucas doing it too because he was Valedictorian. But then Brad was allowed the mike and Wes smirked because he saw that the chain hanging around his neck was empty, the older boy hadn't noticed that when Wes hugged him before he left to go prepare for the ceremony Wes had also managed to unhook the whistle. He'd hid it in the perfect place this time... he hoped because Brad was better at finding it than Jerry ever was.
Austin would be allowed to find something else to gain everyone's attention… as long as it wasn't a blow-horn Wes could live with it.
"My favorite role at this school has been working as the chairman of the wonderful Dalton Academy Warblers", Brad said and the audience cheered. "Stand up boys… and Roger make sure that everyone can see our littlest member will you?"
Roger winked and as the Warblers stood up to receive their praise Roger and Otto hoisted Wes onto the back of the chair he had been sitting in and they held in him so that he wouldn't fall. The boys of Dalton laughed at the shocked look on the small boy and then they cheered when he grinned and waved. Parents and family members of the graduates all got curious as to what that tiny boy was doing that.
But Carmichael had made all students of Dalton promise to keep quiet about Wes' situation, he added the fact that Wes' life would be in danger if they spoke too much about him. That motivated everyone to keep quiet. Wes grinned at Brad and Brad smiled back, but not liking the glow in Wes' eyes, something was up.
"I am as an ending my time here I have one last thing to do", Brad said. "Giving the new chairman the token of leadership, use it well." Austin smiled shyly and brad beckoned him towards the stage. Everyone cheered as Austin got up on the stage and both boys hugged tightly.
"The whistle is yours now", Brad said and moved the chain from his neck and put it around Austin's. "Please keep it away from Wes."
Austin laughed and looked down at his chest.
"That will be harder than I thought", he said and held up the empty chain. "He's already one step ahead of me."
The room erupted in laughter and Brad stared at the chain and then turned his burning gaze towards the Warblers. They were laughing hysterically, but Wes had disappeared from view. Otto and Roger had let him down from his perch so he could easily hide. Brad sighed and took the mike:
"Wesley just you wait until I can get my hands on you!" he barked and everyone laughed again.
Wes was one of them. He was happy for both of them and for Justine making Austin a bit… forgetful. Which gave him good opportunities to get his hands on that bloody whistle. Wes was happily walking down the hallway with the thing in his hand. He was on his way back from lunch and Austin had forgotten his blazer in the cafeteria and Wes had taken the opportunity to take the whistle out of the pocket. It wasn't really stealing. He just wanted to make sure he knew who owned the blazer before he returned it. So he found the whistle, knew it was Austin's blazer, returned it to him but forgot to give the whistle back. It wasn't his fault really… right?
"So", Austin said. "First things first… Wes you've stolen my whistle again… where is it this time?"
"Why do you think it's me", Wes asked and looked innocent.
"Because last time I found it in a potted plant in the library. The time before that I found it by mistake when I tripped on the stairs in the stairs on third floor… Wes how on earth did you get it onto the chandelier?"
The Everett twins snorted at that, they knew of course but weren't going to tell Austin.
"Threw it", Wes said and shrugged. "But I didn't take it."
"Wes there is a halo above your head", Austin said dryly and Wes cocked his head to the side.
"Doesn't that mean I am innocent", he asked.
"Have you never seen a cartoon?"
"I have."
"It usually means that the person is not innocent when a halo appears above their heads."
"But I am innocent… this time. I must say though that you're better at stopping me than Brad or Jerry."
"That's because Austin lives to keep it from you", Joseph said. "He never uses it."
"Just think of where it's been", Austin said and shuddered. "It would be like kissing Brad, Jerry and the guys before them… eeew."
Everyone laughed and Wes grinned. Austin winked at him.
Wes had been allowed to help Austin get all the music and harmony together… for two reasons. The first was Austin seeing potential in Wes as a music arranger and the second… getting the whistle back from Wes' pocket. Austin had guessed that Wes would hide it there because it would be the absolute last place Austin would look, because it would be too easy, but it was ingenious at the same time, which is why Wes did it.
Justine smiled and looked in her purse before handing Wes the whistle. He took it eagerly and studied it, making sure Austin wasn't tricking him. Justine smiled.
"It's the real one darling", she said. "Trust me. He carries it around his neck, underneath his shirt and T-shirt."
"Then how did you get it?" Wes asked and she smirked and he blushed. "You know… I don't wanna know."
"Oh it was the most-"
"Not listening."
"Honey I'm just teasing you… say has anyone had the talk with you now that you are dating your second girlfriend?"
Wes blushed even more and Justine laughed happily and clapped her hands. Then she yelped as a tray hit her head.
"Okay sonny get your paws off", Olivia's mother said sternly. Wes just gave her a dashing smile before kissing Olivia's cheek and hurrying off into the night. It had been a really good day… even though he ran into Becca the Bitch and Hurricane Justine. Oh and he had managed to snag that damn whistle from Austin... now where to hide it?
After they had eaten the cake by chance Austin found the whistle. Wes was sure he would never find it this time but Austin had gone to the light switch to turn up the lights a bit when he stumbled and grabbed hold of one of the curtain strings. At the end was his whistle. It took a little bit for him to recognize it because the silvery tin object was now black.
"Wes Montgomery!" he growled and the boy paled. "What the hell did you do to my whistle?!"
"Aw man", Wes groaned. "He found it!"
"Damn straight I did! Now what did you do to it?!"
"Huh?"
"It's black and doesn't work! See!" he blew but no sound came out.
"Wohoo!" Nathan cheered. "The wicked thing is dead!"
"Maybe some paint is just stuck in it", Justine supplied. "Give it one big blow baby!"
"No!" the others called but Austin did and sure enough some piece of dried paint flew out and a shrill note echoed around.
"Aw man", Wes groaned. "I got to find a better hiding place."
"Oh no you don't", Austin said and put the whistle in his chest pocket before he continued to eat his cake. But Wes saw it sticking up a bit and with a smirk walked over to him.
"Thanks for not killing me", he said and hugged the older boy around the neck. Austin smiled and ruffled his hair. Wes walked back to his place and flashed the little whistle to the boys closest to him and they started to snigger. But Austin wasn't so easily fooled he walked over and snatched it back. Wes glared at the cursed thing and muttered:
"To the next time."
Austin pulled Otto off to the side and looked around to make sure no one was listening.
"Otto promise me something", he said.
"Anything", Otto said.
"Keep your eyes on Jesse. He's no good and I've felt so since he first came here. I heard he's been talking to the VA and I just know he has something to do with the hurt freshmen."
"Austin I know that Jesse can be an ass… but violent towards the freshmen? I don't think so."
"But can you at least promise me you'll try to keep an eye on him? I don't trust him."
"Okay, I promise."
"Thanks Otto", they hugged. "And try to keep the whistle from Wes after you get it back?"
"What are you talking about I…" he looked down and saw what was missing. "Wesley!"
Otto ran off and Austin smiled. He would miss this a lot. He would miss all his friends but he wouldn't miss Jesse, not one bit. Well okay he would miss putting the jerk in place when he got the chance. He looked up at the school and sighed. Time to leave the nest and go out in the world and boy would he go out with a happy bastard.
"Well not Nathan and Otto but they don't count because they're not human", Kim said and Wes laughed. "Say where is the whistle?"
"Here", Wes said and took it out of his pocket. "I was gonna hide it in Olivia's gift so that it would get out of the country. But trusting that thing Austin would get it and then send it back to Otto. That thing is wicked and cursed and I hate it."
"You and me both", Kim said. "So where should we hide it?"
"Where wouldn't Otto look?"
"In a school book?"
Both boys snorted. Otto was actually a really good student.
"The cleaning closet", they said at the same time and smiled.
Otto just shook his head and then looked at the group of boys and bit his lip before sighing. The boys around him were talking about some thing or another and it was getting louder… so he blew the whistle but instead of sounding loud and shrill as always… out came a duck sound. The Warblers stared at him and started laughing. Otto looked at the duck caller and sighed.
"Wes", he said.
"Yes Otto", Wes said with a way too innocent voice.
"Where. Is. It?"
"I don't know what it is", Wes said. "Can I get a hint?"
"You can get a hit!"
"Nope I don't want that."
"Wes… where is my whistle?"
"You are obsessing more over that thing than Brad and Jerry", Wes pointed out and Otto glared at him. Wes just grinned. Otto slowly got up.
"When I get my hands on you Wes", he growled. "You will never play the piano again!"
Wes cocked his head to the side.
"Is that a promise", he asked.
"No it's a threat!"
"Threats are illegal", Wes pointed out.
"Fine then it's a promise!"
"A promise of what?"
"PAIN!"
Wes cocked his head to the other side.
"For me or for you?" he asked.
"That's it", Otto yelled and flew up and ran at Wes. The younger boy just ran to the other side of the room. "Get back here you little rat!"
"I can't", Wes said. "We need to carry on the meeting."
"Oh I can continue it after I kill you!"
"But then the Warblers will never hear what's going on!" As he spoke Wes dove underneath Otto's arm and darted away from him again.
"And why can't they?" Otto growled.
"Because you will never be able to kill me", Wes said happily.
"Why you little-"
"Otto", Julian cut in.
"What", Otto yelled.
"The kid's got a point", Julian said. "Jerry, Brad and Austin couldn't kill him so why would you be able to?"
Otto opened his mouth but closed it again because Julian did have a point. He glared at Wes who only winked at him before sitting down beside Brett Everett. Otto took his seat at the council table again and started off the meeting, without his whistle.
"Otto is a very", he started and made a pause while looking for the right words. "A very… committed student and person. He has good grades in all subjects, is leader of the Warblers and dorm prefect. He is responsible and intelligent and the students in his dorm looks up to him and knows that they can turn to him if they need help with something. Otto was one of the reasons we caught a bully here at school."
"Yes I heard about that", Otto's mother said. "A Jesse St. James was it not?"
"Correct ma'am."
"And where is that boy now?"
"I don't know but we sent a note with his behavior with his file so his new headmaster can see what kind of boy he was here and why he was kicked out. But now back to your son. Otto is a very reliable person and even though he makes mischief sometimes he always stays responsible for his actions."
"If he gets caught", Otto said happily.
"If he gets caught", Carmichael chuckled. "The Warblers are following him too and listens to him, he has really good leadership skills that the other boys admire him for and he works very well in all groups he is part in and the sport teams he's on loves him."
Otto's parents looked pleased and Carmichael shook hands with them and Otto before leaving. But before he left he whispered to Otto:
"The whistle is hidden in a flower pot in my office."
Otto grinned, but on the inside he was boiling. Wes better run fast next time he sees the kid or he will be slaughtered slow and painfully.
Brad Sullivan had asked Otto about the whistle and when Otto couldn't find it Brad hugged Wes… before he slung the younger, but now just as tall as himself, boy over his shoulder so that Jerry and Otto could search him. This brought hysterical laughter from Wes as he got tickled. But they didn't find the whistle so Wes had to be released. Ethan Hughes saved him and gave him a big hug. He said that his little brother said hi as well from the UK. Wes then hugged Lucas and the older boy whispered in his ear how proud he was over Wes… and asked him how his studies were going. Wes slapped him playfully before turning to the "sophomores".
Wes was awoken from his trip down memory lane when there was a knock on the door before Jeff and Nick ran in, grinning.
"We found it!" Nick said happily.
"Found what", Wes asked.
"The gavel of course!" Jeff said happily. "Someone had moved it from the place where we hid it before!"
"And where was that?"
"Oh we masked it as a door handle to a janitor's closet", Nick said proudly and Wes had to fight his grin. "But when we got to the door it was gone."
"So where did you find it?" Wes asked.
"We were looking everywhere for it", Jeff said happily. "And then we got to the woodshop class and there it was!"
"Where?"
"Among the other wooden hammers", Nick said and brought the gavel out and handed it to Wes. "It's been used for woodshop so it's a bit… marked."
Wes looked at the thing and chuckled. There were little dents and marks all over it. He chuckled and turned to look at the boys.
"Thanks guys I'm happy you found it", he said.
"We didn't mean to make you upset Wes", Jeff hurriedly said.
"You didn't upset me Jeff. I was just afraid I had to turn back… to the whistle." He shuddered. Niff didn't understand it. But unbeknownst to all three a certain group of boys, well a trio watched from the door. All three cursed. Damn they'd hoped Wes would have no other choice than to use that whistle. Not even their best hiding place were good enough. Now they understood how Wes felt whenever the whistle came back. Stupid boomerang.
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