Since no one was answering the phone over at the Casil's house, little Pepito journeyed on over
to see what his little wide-eyed buddy was up to.
He was halfway there when he encountered Adam and Steve.....2 of the biggest kid assholes in the
class. They were strutting down the street like they owned the place when they spied Pepito.
"Weeeell, if it ain't that weird kid from school," chimed Adam. Adam had a good build for a six
year old and had golden blonde hair that was constantly falling in his face and icy blue eyes.
He was often seen playing kickball on the playground with his dishwater blond bud Steve. Steve
was more lanky but still athletic, and had a restless stare coming from a pair of hazel eyes.
"You melted the heads off half the kids in the class," said Steve.
"All except for your little friend. What was his name? Squeedge? Squeaks?"
"No, it's really stupid. Somethin' like Todd. Or Turd," snickered Adam.
"SILENCE!" yelled Pepito. "I've no time for this tomfoolery. I've got places to go."
Adam stepped in his path. Steve stood behind Pepito.
"You ain't going no where, pal," said Steve.
"Except the bottom of that Dumpster over there," said Adam pointing to a filthy rusted disposable
unit covered in grime and dozens of flies buzzing over it.
"Hey," Pepito tried to escape, but the 2 boys wouldn't let him go.
"Whassa matter? Are you gonna be late for your date?"
"Hey, I bet he's going over to Todd's house!"
"Yeah?" said Pepito. "So what?"
"Are you two gonna...you know," said Steve making a gesture with a limp wrist. Adam giggled.
"If you must know," he began. "I've acquired $5 of your currency and I'm going invite him over
to spend the night and watch some films."
Suddenly, Adam yanked the bill from Pepito's pocket. "Oh, but it looks like your outta money
Pepito!"
"Yeah," said Steve. "Now We'RE gonna buy Ice Suckies whit this!"
"Pop quiz, hotshot," Adam waved the bill in front of Pepito's face. "I've just robbed you of
your money. Now you can't see your little friend. What do you do? WHAT DO YOU do, man?"
"These little bastards are really asking for it," thought Pepito.
"You really want to know?" he said.
"What?"
"I said, do you really want to know?" repeated Pepito, with a wicked grin.
"Puh-leeaze," scoffed Adam. "What's a little freak with crappy hair gonna do? Make our heads
explode?"
That was the last straw.
Pepito began to giggle. Then it became loud snickering. Then it grew to loud laughter.
"What's so funny?" demanded Steve.
"You morons never learn," said Pepito. "I blow up 90 percent of everyone's heads in class yet
you mongoloids STILL take the time to rag on me. Especially my hair. So I'm gonna do my father
a BIG favor."
"What, wipe our names off that list you were talking about on your first day?"
"Even better. See, Hell has no place for two brawny yet stupid brutes like you."
Adam and Steve loomed over Pepito, cracking their knuckles preparing to throw punches. One more
word.....
"I've heard enough of this red-eyed freak with horns," said Adam.
"And I grow weary of dealing with jackasses," replied Pepito.
He raised his hands and a bright flash of light beamed down on Steve and Adam. Their screams were heard from miles away.
***
When the yelps reached Squee's house, he dropped the crayon he was using to color a picture of
Shmee. His father bounded into the room.
"Aw, shit," he said.
"Did you see who it was?" asked Squee.
"No, you're still here." And he turned and exited the room.
At that precise moment, the doorbell rang. Squee walked to the door and opened it. Pepito stood
on the front stoop.
"Hey, Squee."
"Pepito!" Squee tried to hide his shock. "Great to, um see you."
"You wanna come over? I've got some cash so I figured we could rent a few movies and then you
could spend the night."
"I dunno," Squee said. If he spent the night at Pepito's ANYTHING was possible. He could wake
up as a new recruit for Satan's minions. Or have his hair burnt off. Or be missing some body
parts. Or watch "Jabberjaw" reruns till dawn.
"My mom says we have to go to church tomorrow," he lied.
"But I brought something!" Pepito jumped of the stoop and led two gray donkeys on a rope into
Squee's view. "Burros!"
"What!? Where'd you get them?" asked Squee excitedly.
"I have my ways. Anyhow, we can ride them to my house and even set up a corral in the backyard
and ride them there, too."
"Hold on." Squee zipped up into the house and came back with a loaded backpack and his stitched
up teddy, Shmee under his arms. Pepito helped his friend load his stuff onto one of the burros.
Then they rode off into the setting sun. Mr. Casil stood on the porch shaking his head.
"Honey? Grab that bottle of pink champagne and call up that little motel that charges by the
hour!"
"What's the occasion?" asked Squee's mom.
"Our son finally ran away on the back of an ass."
Squee and Pepito rode through the backroads on the backs of the trotting donkeys. About a block
from Pepito's house, Squee's little burro stopped and began to bray for no reason.
"Quiet, you!" Pepito shot a tiny beam of thunder on the beast's bum causing it to bray louder.
"Don't be so mean," said Squee, climbing off the donkey. He stood in front of it and began to
pet it's mane. That's when he saw that the burro had the oddest pair of hazel eyes. Then it
opened its mouth revealing a set of big, flat yellow teeth. Then, in a low voice the donkey
said, "Hey, Squee....." A wrinkled, sopping 5 dollar bill came tumbling from it's mouth and
landed at Squee's feet.
"OH MY GOD!" Squee began to scream at the top of his lungs into the night. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Back at the house of 777, Johnny quit writing in his journal when the screams hit his house. He
simply looked out the window, wondering what kind of creature would be screaming so loud.
"Poor bastard."
THE END
to see what his little wide-eyed buddy was up to.
He was halfway there when he encountered Adam and Steve.....2 of the biggest kid assholes in the
class. They were strutting down the street like they owned the place when they spied Pepito.
"Weeeell, if it ain't that weird kid from school," chimed Adam. Adam had a good build for a six
year old and had golden blonde hair that was constantly falling in his face and icy blue eyes.
He was often seen playing kickball on the playground with his dishwater blond bud Steve. Steve
was more lanky but still athletic, and had a restless stare coming from a pair of hazel eyes.
"You melted the heads off half the kids in the class," said Steve.
"All except for your little friend. What was his name? Squeedge? Squeaks?"
"No, it's really stupid. Somethin' like Todd. Or Turd," snickered Adam.
"SILENCE!" yelled Pepito. "I've no time for this tomfoolery. I've got places to go."
Adam stepped in his path. Steve stood behind Pepito.
"You ain't going no where, pal," said Steve.
"Except the bottom of that Dumpster over there," said Adam pointing to a filthy rusted disposable
unit covered in grime and dozens of flies buzzing over it.
"Hey," Pepito tried to escape, but the 2 boys wouldn't let him go.
"Whassa matter? Are you gonna be late for your date?"
"Hey, I bet he's going over to Todd's house!"
"Yeah?" said Pepito. "So what?"
"Are you two gonna...you know," said Steve making a gesture with a limp wrist. Adam giggled.
"If you must know," he began. "I've acquired $5 of your currency and I'm going invite him over
to spend the night and watch some films."
Suddenly, Adam yanked the bill from Pepito's pocket. "Oh, but it looks like your outta money
Pepito!"
"Yeah," said Steve. "Now We'RE gonna buy Ice Suckies whit this!"
"Pop quiz, hotshot," Adam waved the bill in front of Pepito's face. "I've just robbed you of
your money. Now you can't see your little friend. What do you do? WHAT DO YOU do, man?"
"These little bastards are really asking for it," thought Pepito.
"You really want to know?" he said.
"What?"
"I said, do you really want to know?" repeated Pepito, with a wicked grin.
"Puh-leeaze," scoffed Adam. "What's a little freak with crappy hair gonna do? Make our heads
explode?"
That was the last straw.
Pepito began to giggle. Then it became loud snickering. Then it grew to loud laughter.
"What's so funny?" demanded Steve.
"You morons never learn," said Pepito. "I blow up 90 percent of everyone's heads in class yet
you mongoloids STILL take the time to rag on me. Especially my hair. So I'm gonna do my father
a BIG favor."
"What, wipe our names off that list you were talking about on your first day?"
"Even better. See, Hell has no place for two brawny yet stupid brutes like you."
Adam and Steve loomed over Pepito, cracking their knuckles preparing to throw punches. One more
word.....
"I've heard enough of this red-eyed freak with horns," said Adam.
"And I grow weary of dealing with jackasses," replied Pepito.
He raised his hands and a bright flash of light beamed down on Steve and Adam. Their screams were heard from miles away.
***
When the yelps reached Squee's house, he dropped the crayon he was using to color a picture of
Shmee. His father bounded into the room.
"Aw, shit," he said.
"Did you see who it was?" asked Squee.
"No, you're still here." And he turned and exited the room.
At that precise moment, the doorbell rang. Squee walked to the door and opened it. Pepito stood
on the front stoop.
"Hey, Squee."
"Pepito!" Squee tried to hide his shock. "Great to, um see you."
"You wanna come over? I've got some cash so I figured we could rent a few movies and then you
could spend the night."
"I dunno," Squee said. If he spent the night at Pepito's ANYTHING was possible. He could wake
up as a new recruit for Satan's minions. Or have his hair burnt off. Or be missing some body
parts. Or watch "Jabberjaw" reruns till dawn.
"My mom says we have to go to church tomorrow," he lied.
"But I brought something!" Pepito jumped of the stoop and led two gray donkeys on a rope into
Squee's view. "Burros!"
"What!? Where'd you get them?" asked Squee excitedly.
"I have my ways. Anyhow, we can ride them to my house and even set up a corral in the backyard
and ride them there, too."
"Hold on." Squee zipped up into the house and came back with a loaded backpack and his stitched
up teddy, Shmee under his arms. Pepito helped his friend load his stuff onto one of the burros.
Then they rode off into the setting sun. Mr. Casil stood on the porch shaking his head.
"Honey? Grab that bottle of pink champagne and call up that little motel that charges by the
hour!"
"What's the occasion?" asked Squee's mom.
"Our son finally ran away on the back of an ass."
Squee and Pepito rode through the backroads on the backs of the trotting donkeys. About a block
from Pepito's house, Squee's little burro stopped and began to bray for no reason.
"Quiet, you!" Pepito shot a tiny beam of thunder on the beast's bum causing it to bray louder.
"Don't be so mean," said Squee, climbing off the donkey. He stood in front of it and began to
pet it's mane. That's when he saw that the burro had the oddest pair of hazel eyes. Then it
opened its mouth revealing a set of big, flat yellow teeth. Then, in a low voice the donkey
said, "Hey, Squee....." A wrinkled, sopping 5 dollar bill came tumbling from it's mouth and
landed at Squee's feet.
"OH MY GOD!" Squee began to scream at the top of his lungs into the night. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Back at the house of 777, Johnny quit writing in his journal when the screams hit his house. He
simply looked out the window, wondering what kind of creature would be screaming so loud.
"Poor bastard."
THE END