I just wanted to say Thank You to the people who reviwed my story, and
hopfully I can start updating faster(I doubt it though, so pls try not to
get your hopes up) I'm just a kindof slow writer : ) Sorryz! Anyways, here
is the awaited Chapter 2!
Mrs. Hardy walked down the stairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner for their first "real" night at their new home. "Some of the things those two come up with." Mrs. Hardy murmered outloud to herself as she tried to remember where she had put the pans. "That's my boys though, and I wouldn't have them any other way."
"Now let's see...I want to make this a special dinner, sooo I will make some of my famous chicken-broccoli-rice casserole, scaloped potatoes, corn on the cob, garden salad, rolls ....mmmm ....let's see... some of my homemade punch, and for desert I'll maaake... I know! I'll make one of my chocolate-chip cakes that I know all three of my men just love." finally deciding on what they would be having, Mrs Hardy set to work.
* * *
"Hey Frank" Joe said after about 30 Minutes. Normally Joe wouldn't mind staying in his room with Frank and seeing who could color the best, but it was different when you were made to stay. He felt like he had to get out, besides, he was hungry.
"Hmm?" Frank asked concentrating on his car he was coloring while flicking his eyes over to Joe's and seen that he had merely scribbled over his.
"I'm hungry."
"So? What do You want me to do about it?"
"Get me something."
"Joey...You know Mom isn't going to let you have anything this soon before dinner, and we aren't suppose to leave our room, so we can't go get anything."
"Bu...but, Frankiieee! I'm sooo hungry!"
Frank looked up and saw that Joe had stuck out his lower lip making it quiver slightly, letting out a small whimper, and turned his big imploring puppy-dog eyes on him, threatening to start tearing.
As soon as Frank saw that look, he knew it was a losing battle. It was The Pout. In fact, Frank was the one that had taught it to Joe, which he soon mastered, for he himself had used The Pout many times. As if that wasn't enough already, Joes' stomach chose that moment to emit a small growl.
"See!" Joe cried, "Even my stomach is saying it's hungry."
Frank sighed. "Well, I'm kindof hungry too, sooo...I guess, we could, just maybe...sneak down to the kitchen and get something."
Instantly, as if by some magic, Joe's face transformed from being on the verge of tears, to one big smile. He leaped over his coloring book on Frank and hugged him tightly.
"Oompff!" Franks breath came out in a rush.
"Thank You, thank you, thank you, thank you big brother!" Joe gushed. "I was gonna die if I didn't get outta here!"
"I doubt that." Frank remarked as he got Joe off of him. "But, I felt the exact same way." he said with a smile.
"Okay, first thing we need to do is put on some dark clothes."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because. . . . because that's just what you do." said Frank slightly annoyed.
"Ohhh . . .okay."
"Let's put on our black turtle necks, black pants . . .let's see . . . some black socks so our feet will be quieter..." Frank stood for a moment rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Oh yeah! And some gloves so we don't leave fingerprints on anything we touch."
"All right!" Joe yelled enthusiasticly. "Let's put our stuff on."
* * *
"Ahhh! Just right." said Mrs. Hardy taking her cake out of the oven. "Now, all I have to do is to turn it over and get it out of the bunt pan without it falling apart." Mrs. Hardy put a plate on top of the cake and carefully turned over the bunt pan. "That was easy enough. Now only if it didn't stick." She cautiously pulled the pan away from the cake. "Perfect! Now to put some of the chocolate chunks on top." Mrs. Hardy took the rest of the chocolate chunks she had and spread them out on top of the cake. "A job well done even if I have to say so myself. Now all that's not done is my casserole."
Mrs. Hardy stood back and admired her work. She had everything all laid out in the dinning room, using her best china. "Well, while I'm waiting I could unpack the few boxes that we haven't got to yet. No time like the present." And with that Mrs. Hardy turned down her casserole and left the kitchen to go to the den and finish upacking.
* * *
"Okay Joe, do have your walkie talkie on?"
"Roger Frank. And I was thinking that we should use code names."
"That's a great idea Joe! I want to be Batman!"
"Frank! That's not fair!" Joe screamed. "You always get to be Batman!"
"Well, I am older so I should get to choose first, and besides, you can be Robin. Kind of like the sidekick." Frank tried to reason.
"I'm always Robin." Joe grumbled. "I think it would only be fair that neither of us get to be Batman."
"Okay, I guess so." Frank said although he knew if he really wanted to he could just tell Joe that that was the way it was and if he didn't like it, tough. But he didn't, knowing that it really wasn't that fair. He pondered a moment. "I got it! How's about I be Big B and you be Little B."
"Big B and Little B?" asked Joe rather skeptically.
"Yeah! You know, like Big B for Big Brother and Little B for Little Brother."
"Well, its not the same as Batman, but, Little B ain't so bad. I think I even kindof like it!" Joe exclaimed.
"Let's get right to it. Little B, I'm not gonna lie to ya . . ."
"You better not lie to me!"
"Joe! Would you just let me finish! As I was saying . . . I'm not gonna lie to you, this could be a very dangerous mission. We could get caught and get the stuffin's beaten outta us." Joe gulped as Frank paused for a moment. Then with a somber face, "If you should choose to accept this mission with me, there will be no turning back. Do you understand what I have just told you?"
"Yes. I understand what you have told me and I understand that this could be a dangerous mission, and I choose to accept." Joe announced soberly. "I am ready Big B."
"Alright, here's what we do. First we make sure that the passageway from here to the stairs is secure. Then we go down the stairs. When we make it to the bottom, I want you to remain there and be the lookout, while I make sure that the enemy isn't in our target area."
"Target area?"
"The kitchen. Once I have established that it is safe, I will enter and get our objective."
"Objective?"
"The food. Now, if you see the enemy approaching, I want you to warn me, then I want you to move outta there as fast as you can and get back to home base." Frank held up his hand as he saw Joe about to speak agian, "That's our room Joe."
"Oh. What will you do if the enemy comes?"
"I will try to get out. If I'm not behind you, it means I have been captured." Frank said in a subdued tone.
"Oh no! Don't get captured Frank, I don't want you to get captured!" Joe cried out. "Maybe we shouldn't do this." he added.
"We're doing it alright! We are not backing down, we are not cowards! Are we Little B!"
"No." Joe said disheartedly.
"Are we!"
"No." A little louder this time.
"I can' t hear you!"
"No! Big B, NO!" Joe shouted this time as he started for the door. "Let's go do it!"
"Whoa! Hold on a second there, let's make sure we have gone over everything."
"Yeah, right." Joe said calming down.
"That's better. Now, in the event that I should be captured, for that matter, should either one of us be captured, that brother cannot inculpate that the other had anything to do with it."
"Incul-huh?"
"I mean, that if one of us get caught they cannot tell on the other one, so at least one of us will escape the punishment. Are you ready?"
"I'm ready."
At this Frank put his right hand over his heart and said, "Two bodies . . ." while Joe did the same and said, "One heart." They had seen that on a movie once and ever since then that had become their "saying".
They carefully opened up their door making sure it didn't squeak, and peeked out. "No one there, let's go." Frank whispered tip-toeing over to the stairs.
"Stay close to the wall Little B."
"Okay Big B."
They quietly made their way down the stairs. "Okay." Frank said once they had reached the bottom. "Stay here and keep a lookout." He said to Joe who nodded his head.
Frank made his over to the kitchen swinging door, and cautiously pushed it open part way. Seeing no one, he quickly went inside and let the door shut behind him. "I'm in Little B." Frank spoke into his walkie talkie.
"All is quiet here, and be careful Big B." Joe was starting to get a little anxious.
"You too." Frank quickly scanned the kitchen looking for something to take. Ah ha! Frank thought to himself as his eyes landed on something. Perfect!
Just as he was about to pick it up, Joe's voice blarred through his walkie talkie. "Big B, Big B, come in. I repeat, come in!"
"What is it Little B?"
"The enemy is coming your way. I repeat, the enemy is approaching."
"Get outta here now! Return to home base. I will try to follow."
Joe hesitated for just a second then said with resolve. "I'm not leaving you here alone!"
"You can be so stubborn. Well, what is the enemy doing now?"
"The enemy is coming to the door!" Joe said starting to panick.
Hearing this Frank picked up his objective and whirled around to face the door, as he did this he knocked some silverware that was sitting on the counter to the floor. Oh no! Frank thought. I'm a gonner for sure.
Thinking quickly when he heard the crash, knowing he had to save his brother, Joe picked up the nearest thing he saw, which just happened to be the ball he and Frank hadn't put up, and he sent it flying through the air with all of his might right over his mother's head into the room she had come out of. Then there was the sound of it hitting something.
"What in the world was that." Mrs. Hardy took her hand off the door and started going to the rooom the ball went in.
"Big B, Big B! The coast is clear. We have to move now!" Joe shout whispered frantically. He waited until he saw his brother burst through the door with something in his hands, and join him, then as quietly and quickly as they could they ran up the stairs to their room and shut the door.
Mrs. Hardy walked down the stairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner for their first "real" night at their new home. "Some of the things those two come up with." Mrs. Hardy murmered outloud to herself as she tried to remember where she had put the pans. "That's my boys though, and I wouldn't have them any other way."
"Now let's see...I want to make this a special dinner, sooo I will make some of my famous chicken-broccoli-rice casserole, scaloped potatoes, corn on the cob, garden salad, rolls ....mmmm ....let's see... some of my homemade punch, and for desert I'll maaake... I know! I'll make one of my chocolate-chip cakes that I know all three of my men just love." finally deciding on what they would be having, Mrs Hardy set to work.
* * *
"Hey Frank" Joe said after about 30 Minutes. Normally Joe wouldn't mind staying in his room with Frank and seeing who could color the best, but it was different when you were made to stay. He felt like he had to get out, besides, he was hungry.
"Hmm?" Frank asked concentrating on his car he was coloring while flicking his eyes over to Joe's and seen that he had merely scribbled over his.
"I'm hungry."
"So? What do You want me to do about it?"
"Get me something."
"Joey...You know Mom isn't going to let you have anything this soon before dinner, and we aren't suppose to leave our room, so we can't go get anything."
"Bu...but, Frankiieee! I'm sooo hungry!"
Frank looked up and saw that Joe had stuck out his lower lip making it quiver slightly, letting out a small whimper, and turned his big imploring puppy-dog eyes on him, threatening to start tearing.
As soon as Frank saw that look, he knew it was a losing battle. It was The Pout. In fact, Frank was the one that had taught it to Joe, which he soon mastered, for he himself had used The Pout many times. As if that wasn't enough already, Joes' stomach chose that moment to emit a small growl.
"See!" Joe cried, "Even my stomach is saying it's hungry."
Frank sighed. "Well, I'm kindof hungry too, sooo...I guess, we could, just maybe...sneak down to the kitchen and get something."
Instantly, as if by some magic, Joe's face transformed from being on the verge of tears, to one big smile. He leaped over his coloring book on Frank and hugged him tightly.
"Oompff!" Franks breath came out in a rush.
"Thank You, thank you, thank you, thank you big brother!" Joe gushed. "I was gonna die if I didn't get outta here!"
"I doubt that." Frank remarked as he got Joe off of him. "But, I felt the exact same way." he said with a smile.
"Okay, first thing we need to do is put on some dark clothes."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because. . . . because that's just what you do." said Frank slightly annoyed.
"Ohhh . . .okay."
"Let's put on our black turtle necks, black pants . . .let's see . . . some black socks so our feet will be quieter..." Frank stood for a moment rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Oh yeah! And some gloves so we don't leave fingerprints on anything we touch."
"All right!" Joe yelled enthusiasticly. "Let's put our stuff on."
* * *
"Ahhh! Just right." said Mrs. Hardy taking her cake out of the oven. "Now, all I have to do is to turn it over and get it out of the bunt pan without it falling apart." Mrs. Hardy put a plate on top of the cake and carefully turned over the bunt pan. "That was easy enough. Now only if it didn't stick." She cautiously pulled the pan away from the cake. "Perfect! Now to put some of the chocolate chunks on top." Mrs. Hardy took the rest of the chocolate chunks she had and spread them out on top of the cake. "A job well done even if I have to say so myself. Now all that's not done is my casserole."
Mrs. Hardy stood back and admired her work. She had everything all laid out in the dinning room, using her best china. "Well, while I'm waiting I could unpack the few boxes that we haven't got to yet. No time like the present." And with that Mrs. Hardy turned down her casserole and left the kitchen to go to the den and finish upacking.
* * *
"Okay Joe, do have your walkie talkie on?"
"Roger Frank. And I was thinking that we should use code names."
"That's a great idea Joe! I want to be Batman!"
"Frank! That's not fair!" Joe screamed. "You always get to be Batman!"
"Well, I am older so I should get to choose first, and besides, you can be Robin. Kind of like the sidekick." Frank tried to reason.
"I'm always Robin." Joe grumbled. "I think it would only be fair that neither of us get to be Batman."
"Okay, I guess so." Frank said although he knew if he really wanted to he could just tell Joe that that was the way it was and if he didn't like it, tough. But he didn't, knowing that it really wasn't that fair. He pondered a moment. "I got it! How's about I be Big B and you be Little B."
"Big B and Little B?" asked Joe rather skeptically.
"Yeah! You know, like Big B for Big Brother and Little B for Little Brother."
"Well, its not the same as Batman, but, Little B ain't so bad. I think I even kindof like it!" Joe exclaimed.
"Let's get right to it. Little B, I'm not gonna lie to ya . . ."
"You better not lie to me!"
"Joe! Would you just let me finish! As I was saying . . . I'm not gonna lie to you, this could be a very dangerous mission. We could get caught and get the stuffin's beaten outta us." Joe gulped as Frank paused for a moment. Then with a somber face, "If you should choose to accept this mission with me, there will be no turning back. Do you understand what I have just told you?"
"Yes. I understand what you have told me and I understand that this could be a dangerous mission, and I choose to accept." Joe announced soberly. "I am ready Big B."
"Alright, here's what we do. First we make sure that the passageway from here to the stairs is secure. Then we go down the stairs. When we make it to the bottom, I want you to remain there and be the lookout, while I make sure that the enemy isn't in our target area."
"Target area?"
"The kitchen. Once I have established that it is safe, I will enter and get our objective."
"Objective?"
"The food. Now, if you see the enemy approaching, I want you to warn me, then I want you to move outta there as fast as you can and get back to home base." Frank held up his hand as he saw Joe about to speak agian, "That's our room Joe."
"Oh. What will you do if the enemy comes?"
"I will try to get out. If I'm not behind you, it means I have been captured." Frank said in a subdued tone.
"Oh no! Don't get captured Frank, I don't want you to get captured!" Joe cried out. "Maybe we shouldn't do this." he added.
"We're doing it alright! We are not backing down, we are not cowards! Are we Little B!"
"No." Joe said disheartedly.
"Are we!"
"No." A little louder this time.
"I can' t hear you!"
"No! Big B, NO!" Joe shouted this time as he started for the door. "Let's go do it!"
"Whoa! Hold on a second there, let's make sure we have gone over everything."
"Yeah, right." Joe said calming down.
"That's better. Now, in the event that I should be captured, for that matter, should either one of us be captured, that brother cannot inculpate that the other had anything to do with it."
"Incul-huh?"
"I mean, that if one of us get caught they cannot tell on the other one, so at least one of us will escape the punishment. Are you ready?"
"I'm ready."
At this Frank put his right hand over his heart and said, "Two bodies . . ." while Joe did the same and said, "One heart." They had seen that on a movie once and ever since then that had become their "saying".
They carefully opened up their door making sure it didn't squeak, and peeked out. "No one there, let's go." Frank whispered tip-toeing over to the stairs.
"Stay close to the wall Little B."
"Okay Big B."
They quietly made their way down the stairs. "Okay." Frank said once they had reached the bottom. "Stay here and keep a lookout." He said to Joe who nodded his head.
Frank made his over to the kitchen swinging door, and cautiously pushed it open part way. Seeing no one, he quickly went inside and let the door shut behind him. "I'm in Little B." Frank spoke into his walkie talkie.
"All is quiet here, and be careful Big B." Joe was starting to get a little anxious.
"You too." Frank quickly scanned the kitchen looking for something to take. Ah ha! Frank thought to himself as his eyes landed on something. Perfect!
Just as he was about to pick it up, Joe's voice blarred through his walkie talkie. "Big B, Big B, come in. I repeat, come in!"
"What is it Little B?"
"The enemy is coming your way. I repeat, the enemy is approaching."
"Get outta here now! Return to home base. I will try to follow."
Joe hesitated for just a second then said with resolve. "I'm not leaving you here alone!"
"You can be so stubborn. Well, what is the enemy doing now?"
"The enemy is coming to the door!" Joe said starting to panick.
Hearing this Frank picked up his objective and whirled around to face the door, as he did this he knocked some silverware that was sitting on the counter to the floor. Oh no! Frank thought. I'm a gonner for sure.
Thinking quickly when he heard the crash, knowing he had to save his brother, Joe picked up the nearest thing he saw, which just happened to be the ball he and Frank hadn't put up, and he sent it flying through the air with all of his might right over his mother's head into the room she had come out of. Then there was the sound of it hitting something.
"What in the world was that." Mrs. Hardy took her hand off the door and started going to the rooom the ball went in.
"Big B, Big B! The coast is clear. We have to move now!" Joe shout whispered frantically. He waited until he saw his brother burst through the door with something in his hands, and join him, then as quietly and quickly as they could they ran up the stairs to their room and shut the door.