Chapter 2: Revenge
"Whoa Mikey, what happened here man," asked Vince, when he saw Mikey on the ground.
"Yeah who did this to you?" Questioned T.J.
"It was Mundy, Skeens and L.K," answered Mikey, sobbing.
"Oh no. Please don't say they took you're money,' moaned T.J.
"Sorry," was Mikey's reply.
T.J paced up and down, wondering what to do. Mundy and his gang had already been expelled from the school. That ruled out telling the teachers. Was it serious enough for the police? Yes, surely, but even if it wasn't just about everyone knew that The L.K had gotten away with a lot because his dad was a police chief.
"Should we try the police?" Vince asked.
"Nah. Think about Lazy Kid's dad," replied T.J. "Damnit," he continued. "Why did we have to be kept behind today of all days? Let's go to Kelso's, you don't look seriously injured Mikey."
The four of them trudged over to Kelso's feeling both Pity for Mikey, but furious at Mundy at the same time. T.J was blaming himself. If only he'd run he thought.
When they got to Kelso's they met Spinelli and Gretchen there. Gus bought them ice creams in attempt to cheer them up. They sat down and started eating in silence. It was a while before T.J broke the silence.
"I've got a plan," he said. "I've given it lots of time and thought. Its not a very good one and not a usual one, bit it seems it's the only way."
"Lets hear it," squeaked Spinelli.
"As we all know, 'Dogs Pajamas' are performing tomorrow in Astroville, the town right next to ours. I'll bet my cap they'll spend $400 of the cash on the show. There are eight of them. Tickets cost $50 each."
"Makes sense," said Gretchen.
"Right," T.J continued. "We'll find out from Randal where their meeting place is and at what time."
"What makes you so sure Randal knows, and that we can trust him," questioned Vince.
"Oh he knows. Besides, we could just ask Butch if he doesn't. Anyway, I'm going to get 'The Big Four' to help us fight them."
"You're going to fight them," asked Mikey.
"How do you know that Mike, Gary, Luke and Max will help us," Gus asked.
"They owe me a favour," replied T.J.
"Well I'm with you Teej," said Vince. "If fighting them is the only way, which it looks like at the moment, then you can count me in."
T.J smiled. He knew that with Vince's newfound muscles after all those years of athletics, he would be a great asset to the fight. It was amazing what sports could do for you.
"Well it is a lot of money. Although I know I'll regret this, you can count me in Teej," said Gus.
T.J's smile widened. As Gretchen's handheld P.C Galileo had predicted in fourth grade, Gus had grown taller and huskier over the years. Another great pair of arms added to the fight.
"I think you guys should go ahead with this, but I'm going somewhere else," said Spinelli.
"But this is complete and utterly wrong, there must be another way, " pleaded Mikey.
"I agree with Mikey, there is always a better solution than violence, " said Gretchen.
"Sorry Mikey and Gretch, but if there was, it wouldn't be satisfying," said T.J. " Now all of you go home, I'm going to get 'The Big Four' now. I know where they'll be. The arcade. Lets just pray they agree to it.
"O.k., later Teej," said Vince.
T.J walked as the five walked home while he went his separate way. He was too angry at the moment to listen to Gretchen and Mikey and think of the consequences.
He got to the arcade and as he predicted, 'The Big Four' were playing pool in the far left corner of the arcade. T.J walked over to them. It was always a pleasant thought to know you were friends with the four toughest guys in your year.
"Hey Teej, over here," said Mike, he seemed to be the one who did the talking.
"Hiya, enjoying your game?" T.J asked.
"Yeah."
"Uh, O.k. Um listen, do you think you could spare a minute?"
"Sure, what's up?"
T.J explained the situation to them, thinking about how great it would be if these guys who had tractors for arms were on their side. When he finished Mike thought about what T.J had said.
"Sure. $500 you say? It's the least we could do for you after all you've done for us. Call me when you've made the arrangements. It's about we pounded Mundy and his gang. I'm sick of them."
"Great," said T.J, with a grin on his face.
More like excellent he thought.
"Four giants are on my side. Eight of them, eight of us. They are one year older; we have the advantage of a surprise attack," he said to himself.
"Whoa Mikey, what happened here man," asked Vince, when he saw Mikey on the ground.
"Yeah who did this to you?" Questioned T.J.
"It was Mundy, Skeens and L.K," answered Mikey, sobbing.
"Oh no. Please don't say they took you're money,' moaned T.J.
"Sorry," was Mikey's reply.
T.J paced up and down, wondering what to do. Mundy and his gang had already been expelled from the school. That ruled out telling the teachers. Was it serious enough for the police? Yes, surely, but even if it wasn't just about everyone knew that The L.K had gotten away with a lot because his dad was a police chief.
"Should we try the police?" Vince asked.
"Nah. Think about Lazy Kid's dad," replied T.J. "Damnit," he continued. "Why did we have to be kept behind today of all days? Let's go to Kelso's, you don't look seriously injured Mikey."
The four of them trudged over to Kelso's feeling both Pity for Mikey, but furious at Mundy at the same time. T.J was blaming himself. If only he'd run he thought.
When they got to Kelso's they met Spinelli and Gretchen there. Gus bought them ice creams in attempt to cheer them up. They sat down and started eating in silence. It was a while before T.J broke the silence.
"I've got a plan," he said. "I've given it lots of time and thought. Its not a very good one and not a usual one, bit it seems it's the only way."
"Lets hear it," squeaked Spinelli.
"As we all know, 'Dogs Pajamas' are performing tomorrow in Astroville, the town right next to ours. I'll bet my cap they'll spend $400 of the cash on the show. There are eight of them. Tickets cost $50 each."
"Makes sense," said Gretchen.
"Right," T.J continued. "We'll find out from Randal where their meeting place is and at what time."
"What makes you so sure Randal knows, and that we can trust him," questioned Vince.
"Oh he knows. Besides, we could just ask Butch if he doesn't. Anyway, I'm going to get 'The Big Four' to help us fight them."
"You're going to fight them," asked Mikey.
"How do you know that Mike, Gary, Luke and Max will help us," Gus asked.
"They owe me a favour," replied T.J.
"Well I'm with you Teej," said Vince. "If fighting them is the only way, which it looks like at the moment, then you can count me in."
T.J smiled. He knew that with Vince's newfound muscles after all those years of athletics, he would be a great asset to the fight. It was amazing what sports could do for you.
"Well it is a lot of money. Although I know I'll regret this, you can count me in Teej," said Gus.
T.J's smile widened. As Gretchen's handheld P.C Galileo had predicted in fourth grade, Gus had grown taller and huskier over the years. Another great pair of arms added to the fight.
"I think you guys should go ahead with this, but I'm going somewhere else," said Spinelli.
"But this is complete and utterly wrong, there must be another way, " pleaded Mikey.
"I agree with Mikey, there is always a better solution than violence, " said Gretchen.
"Sorry Mikey and Gretch, but if there was, it wouldn't be satisfying," said T.J. " Now all of you go home, I'm going to get 'The Big Four' now. I know where they'll be. The arcade. Lets just pray they agree to it.
"O.k., later Teej," said Vince.
T.J walked as the five walked home while he went his separate way. He was too angry at the moment to listen to Gretchen and Mikey and think of the consequences.
He got to the arcade and as he predicted, 'The Big Four' were playing pool in the far left corner of the arcade. T.J walked over to them. It was always a pleasant thought to know you were friends with the four toughest guys in your year.
"Hey Teej, over here," said Mike, he seemed to be the one who did the talking.
"Hiya, enjoying your game?" T.J asked.
"Yeah."
"Uh, O.k. Um listen, do you think you could spare a minute?"
"Sure, what's up?"
T.J explained the situation to them, thinking about how great it would be if these guys who had tractors for arms were on their side. When he finished Mike thought about what T.J had said.
"Sure. $500 you say? It's the least we could do for you after all you've done for us. Call me when you've made the arrangements. It's about we pounded Mundy and his gang. I'm sick of them."
"Great," said T.J, with a grin on his face.
More like excellent he thought.
"Four giants are on my side. Eight of them, eight of us. They are one year older; we have the advantage of a surprise attack," he said to himself.
