(A/N -- Wow... chapter 4. Now, this, personally, is my favorite chapter.
There are just so many laughs! But you'll find that out...Anyhoo! Enjoy the
chapter, R & R, and I'll see you peeps at the bottom of the page!)
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CHAPTER FOUR: "Jack! You don't drink mustard!"
Okay, fast forward to the playground. Chill out, chill out... Jack's fine. A glass broke when the table fell on him, and cut his arm. Nothing a band-aid couldn't fix (which Jack found very amazing)... Anyhoo, the playground.
We were walking on the half-mile track that surrounded a small football field, baseball diamond, the playground, tennis court, basketball court, and a picnic gazebo (believe me, it's a big area). As we came up on the baseball diamond, Jack (his shirt covered in Poptart stains... haha) and Will spotted the squirrel, and began muttering furiously to each other their plan of attack. Lindsay and I smiled, but Elizabeth got annoyed quickly.
"Jack?" she asked him. "Are you really going to attack that squirrel?"
"Aye," Jack replied.
"But why?" Elizabeth asked, a giggle in her voice.
"I haven't had any action in a while!" Jack said.
"So you attack a metal squirrel?!"
"Sure! Seems logical..."
"And you're going to help?!" she asked, rounding Will.
"Of course," he replied. Elizabeth sighed hopelessly at them as me and Lindsay continued smiling. She bent down to us, and whispered.
"Believe me," she said, "there's nothing logical about either of them." We walked past the giant yellow slide, and sat on the bench under the oak tree. We saw Will and Jack sprint to opposite sides of the squirrel, following their plan. Then, watching them crouch low, and tiptoeing toward the squirrel, something hit me... mentally (and it wasn't pretzels this time).
Ok, they were about to attack an inanimate object at 8:30 in the morning in the middle of a residential area! There were houses full of sleeping people surrounding the playground! This wasn't good... I told Lindsay to stay put, and she told Elizabeth where I was going as I left the bench. I crept up to Jack's side, imitating his crouch.
"Jack!" I whispered urgently.
"What?" he whispered back.
"Don't attack the squirrel!" Jack stopped, and turned to me.
"Why?" he asked. I looked around for a good excuse, and I found it.
"Well, uh... he has help! See? You're outnumbered!" I said motioning to the rocky toucan and seahorse beside the squirrel. Jack's eyes widened.
"You're right, luv!" he said. "Will, hold your fire!" Jack yelled over to him. Will cautiously went around the squirrel, seahorse, and toucan (dude, it's a hunk of metal on a spring!). I explained that he and Jack were outnumbered, and they followed me back over to the bench, their heads hung low in disappointment.
"So, you decided not to attack?" Elizabeth said with a smile as Will sat down next to her. She patted him on the back, and he sighed.
"We were outnumbered," he said, looking over at the squirrel.
"Oh," Elizabeth giggled. "I'm sorry to hear that." We decided on Poker for a bit, and we laid out an old quilt under the shade of the tree. We kept busy with Poker (Jack helped me! Hey, I suck at Poker...) for about an hour, when Amber and her friend, Nathan, decided to show up.
Lindsay and I stood up quickly, pulling Jack and Will to their feet. We ran them past the yellow slide to the restroom building next to the tennis court. Elizabeth sprinted along side us, keeping a steady lead.
"What's going on?" Elizabeth asked in confusion. Lindsay and I kept shoving Jack and Will into the restroom (by pure accident, the girls' restroom... lol).
"Let's just say it's time to become Lindsay's stepsister. Will, get in!" I said. Lindsay and I kept pushing hard on their backs.
"No! Ye' won't be puttin' me in the brig!" Jack said.
"Move!" Lindsay yelled. With a final thrust of power, we managed to get them inside. We locked the door, Will and Jack banging and yelling with all their might.
"Shut up!" Elizabeth said with a swift kick at the door. "Oww... "
"The door is made of steel," I said as she clutched her foot. "C'mon..." We ran back over to the bench, Jack and Will still rebelling against the restroom door. We sat on the bench, trying our best to ignore Jack and Will.
Amber and Nathan came over, asking who Elizabeth was. We explained (ya know, I'm getting REALLY sick of writing this word...) that she was Lindsay's stepsister, and it worked! We would've pulled it off, except...
"What's that?" Nathan asked. Lindsay, Elizabeth, and I listened; it was the Duo of Disaster (haha...), Jack and Will, still yelling for their freedom from the bathroom.
"Nothing" Lindsay said (Nothing? How could you say it was nothing?! Idiot...). She had spoken way too soon on that one. A gunshot rang out from the restroom, and we all went running to it. We stopped as the door eased open, a smoking hole where the lock had been. We all stared up at Jack and Will; Elizabeth, Lindsay, and me in panic, Amber and Nathan in amazement.
"Cool!" Nathan yelled. "You're that dude from the pirate movie!" Lindsay and I exchanged nervous looks, and gulped.
"Aye?" Jack said in suspicion as he and Will stepped into the sunlight.
"Awesome..." Nathan said. He stared at them for a few moments, then simply said: "You wanna play some football?" I slapped my hand on my forehead. Football... this was gonna be good... After Amber and Nathan had taken an eternity (ok, three hours! But still, very log time....) explaining (God, there it is again!) the history, rules, ect. of football, they began to play. Well, first play, Will and Jack were tackled. Ok, the next fun part...
Jack and Will became very upset. Instead of holding my lil sis and her friend at gunpoint (thank God...), they ran over to the swings, and started ripping down the chains. Amber and Nathan started screaming and running. Too late – Jack and Will got hold of them, climbed on top of the swing set frame (20 feet tall!), and tied them up, and ran away from them, letting them dangle helplessly by their feet. We released Amber, but Lindsay held us back from Nathan.
"Get me down!" Nathan yelled as we stood next to him.
"You promise to stop liking me?" Lindsay asked him. Amber and I smiled up at Nathan; he had had a crush on Lindsay for a while.
"Yes!"
"Didn't hear you..."
"YES!"
"'Scuse me?"
"WILL YOU GET ME DOWN ALREADY?!" We finally got him down. It was funny... Jack and Will were under a small metal slide across the playground talking. Amber and Nathan left right after that (hmm... wonder why?). Jack and Will attempted to chase them again, but then, Lindsay yelled the magic word.
"Rum!" Lindsay screamed from the quilt as me and Elizabeth set up lunch. They came bounding over the playground, and skidded to a halt when they hit the welcoming shade of the oak tree.
"Rum?! Where?!" Jack panted. After explaining (*cringe*) that there was no rum, another tantrum from Jack, and a slap across his face (I could've shot Lindsay! She hit Jack!), we sat, eating our ham sandwiches (which were an instant hit). Lindsay and I enjoyed ours plain, while everyone else sampled a bit of everything. Jack piled everything on his sandwich, but wasn't too crazy about the Pepsi.
"Eck..." Jack said after a sip. "Too...too..."
"Fizzy?' Lindsay said, helping him out. Jack nodded, snapped his fingers, and pointed at Lindsay.
"That's the one!" he said. He ripped another piece off of his sandwich, and set his Pepsi down. He scanned the quilt for a new drink. "Hmm...'wos is?" he said with a mouthful of food. I looked up from my sandwich at a weird sound – Jack was squirting mustard into his mouth.
"Jack! You don't drink mustard!" I yelled at him (I felt horrible, but I couldn't help thinking 'What an idiot'). Jack choked, screwed up his face, and rubbed his throat. Lindsay smiled over at him.
"Is your throat burning?" Lindsay asked, grinning at Jack, who was fanning his open mouth.
"Yeah," he panted, searching for relief of the mustard burn. He grabbed the rest of his twinkie, about swallowing it whole. On top of that, he drank some ketchup (ok, now that's just gross...).
After an unforgettable day at the playground, we decided to head for the mini-mart up the road, Mark's Grocer (Mark's for short!). Jack, however, had other plans.
"Lass, ye' will let me and Will attack the squirrel before I'd be goin' anywhere," he said, leaning up against the tree.
"But you're still outnumbered!" Lindsay said.
"Oi..." Jack said. "I'll be back for ye', ye' demon of Barbossa!" he screamed after the squirrel as we turned to leave. Demon of Barbossa? Ok...
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-- Well, what do ya think? It's my favorite so far... and peeps, the squirrel is in later chapters, so look for it...lol. We're gonna have to ask ya to please review! Lindsay and I wanna know how we're doing! My friends are loving it, and now I wanna know about your thoughts! Review and make Lindsay and me smile! Cya in the next chapter! --
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CHAPTER FOUR: "Jack! You don't drink mustard!"
Okay, fast forward to the playground. Chill out, chill out... Jack's fine. A glass broke when the table fell on him, and cut his arm. Nothing a band-aid couldn't fix (which Jack found very amazing)... Anyhoo, the playground.
We were walking on the half-mile track that surrounded a small football field, baseball diamond, the playground, tennis court, basketball court, and a picnic gazebo (believe me, it's a big area). As we came up on the baseball diamond, Jack (his shirt covered in Poptart stains... haha) and Will spotted the squirrel, and began muttering furiously to each other their plan of attack. Lindsay and I smiled, but Elizabeth got annoyed quickly.
"Jack?" she asked him. "Are you really going to attack that squirrel?"
"Aye," Jack replied.
"But why?" Elizabeth asked, a giggle in her voice.
"I haven't had any action in a while!" Jack said.
"So you attack a metal squirrel?!"
"Sure! Seems logical..."
"And you're going to help?!" she asked, rounding Will.
"Of course," he replied. Elizabeth sighed hopelessly at them as me and Lindsay continued smiling. She bent down to us, and whispered.
"Believe me," she said, "there's nothing logical about either of them." We walked past the giant yellow slide, and sat on the bench under the oak tree. We saw Will and Jack sprint to opposite sides of the squirrel, following their plan. Then, watching them crouch low, and tiptoeing toward the squirrel, something hit me... mentally (and it wasn't pretzels this time).
Ok, they were about to attack an inanimate object at 8:30 in the morning in the middle of a residential area! There were houses full of sleeping people surrounding the playground! This wasn't good... I told Lindsay to stay put, and she told Elizabeth where I was going as I left the bench. I crept up to Jack's side, imitating his crouch.
"Jack!" I whispered urgently.
"What?" he whispered back.
"Don't attack the squirrel!" Jack stopped, and turned to me.
"Why?" he asked. I looked around for a good excuse, and I found it.
"Well, uh... he has help! See? You're outnumbered!" I said motioning to the rocky toucan and seahorse beside the squirrel. Jack's eyes widened.
"You're right, luv!" he said. "Will, hold your fire!" Jack yelled over to him. Will cautiously went around the squirrel, seahorse, and toucan (dude, it's a hunk of metal on a spring!). I explained that he and Jack were outnumbered, and they followed me back over to the bench, their heads hung low in disappointment.
"So, you decided not to attack?" Elizabeth said with a smile as Will sat down next to her. She patted him on the back, and he sighed.
"We were outnumbered," he said, looking over at the squirrel.
"Oh," Elizabeth giggled. "I'm sorry to hear that." We decided on Poker for a bit, and we laid out an old quilt under the shade of the tree. We kept busy with Poker (Jack helped me! Hey, I suck at Poker...) for about an hour, when Amber and her friend, Nathan, decided to show up.
Lindsay and I stood up quickly, pulling Jack and Will to their feet. We ran them past the yellow slide to the restroom building next to the tennis court. Elizabeth sprinted along side us, keeping a steady lead.
"What's going on?" Elizabeth asked in confusion. Lindsay and I kept shoving Jack and Will into the restroom (by pure accident, the girls' restroom... lol).
"Let's just say it's time to become Lindsay's stepsister. Will, get in!" I said. Lindsay and I kept pushing hard on their backs.
"No! Ye' won't be puttin' me in the brig!" Jack said.
"Move!" Lindsay yelled. With a final thrust of power, we managed to get them inside. We locked the door, Will and Jack banging and yelling with all their might.
"Shut up!" Elizabeth said with a swift kick at the door. "Oww... "
"The door is made of steel," I said as she clutched her foot. "C'mon..." We ran back over to the bench, Jack and Will still rebelling against the restroom door. We sat on the bench, trying our best to ignore Jack and Will.
Amber and Nathan came over, asking who Elizabeth was. We explained (ya know, I'm getting REALLY sick of writing this word...) that she was Lindsay's stepsister, and it worked! We would've pulled it off, except...
"What's that?" Nathan asked. Lindsay, Elizabeth, and I listened; it was the Duo of Disaster (haha...), Jack and Will, still yelling for their freedom from the bathroom.
"Nothing" Lindsay said (Nothing? How could you say it was nothing?! Idiot...). She had spoken way too soon on that one. A gunshot rang out from the restroom, and we all went running to it. We stopped as the door eased open, a smoking hole where the lock had been. We all stared up at Jack and Will; Elizabeth, Lindsay, and me in panic, Amber and Nathan in amazement.
"Cool!" Nathan yelled. "You're that dude from the pirate movie!" Lindsay and I exchanged nervous looks, and gulped.
"Aye?" Jack said in suspicion as he and Will stepped into the sunlight.
"Awesome..." Nathan said. He stared at them for a few moments, then simply said: "You wanna play some football?" I slapped my hand on my forehead. Football... this was gonna be good... After Amber and Nathan had taken an eternity (ok, three hours! But still, very log time....) explaining (God, there it is again!) the history, rules, ect. of football, they began to play. Well, first play, Will and Jack were tackled. Ok, the next fun part...
Jack and Will became very upset. Instead of holding my lil sis and her friend at gunpoint (thank God...), they ran over to the swings, and started ripping down the chains. Amber and Nathan started screaming and running. Too late – Jack and Will got hold of them, climbed on top of the swing set frame (20 feet tall!), and tied them up, and ran away from them, letting them dangle helplessly by their feet. We released Amber, but Lindsay held us back from Nathan.
"Get me down!" Nathan yelled as we stood next to him.
"You promise to stop liking me?" Lindsay asked him. Amber and I smiled up at Nathan; he had had a crush on Lindsay for a while.
"Yes!"
"Didn't hear you..."
"YES!"
"'Scuse me?"
"WILL YOU GET ME DOWN ALREADY?!" We finally got him down. It was funny... Jack and Will were under a small metal slide across the playground talking. Amber and Nathan left right after that (hmm... wonder why?). Jack and Will attempted to chase them again, but then, Lindsay yelled the magic word.
"Rum!" Lindsay screamed from the quilt as me and Elizabeth set up lunch. They came bounding over the playground, and skidded to a halt when they hit the welcoming shade of the oak tree.
"Rum?! Where?!" Jack panted. After explaining (*cringe*) that there was no rum, another tantrum from Jack, and a slap across his face (I could've shot Lindsay! She hit Jack!), we sat, eating our ham sandwiches (which were an instant hit). Lindsay and I enjoyed ours plain, while everyone else sampled a bit of everything. Jack piled everything on his sandwich, but wasn't too crazy about the Pepsi.
"Eck..." Jack said after a sip. "Too...too..."
"Fizzy?' Lindsay said, helping him out. Jack nodded, snapped his fingers, and pointed at Lindsay.
"That's the one!" he said. He ripped another piece off of his sandwich, and set his Pepsi down. He scanned the quilt for a new drink. "Hmm...'wos is?" he said with a mouthful of food. I looked up from my sandwich at a weird sound – Jack was squirting mustard into his mouth.
"Jack! You don't drink mustard!" I yelled at him (I felt horrible, but I couldn't help thinking 'What an idiot'). Jack choked, screwed up his face, and rubbed his throat. Lindsay smiled over at him.
"Is your throat burning?" Lindsay asked, grinning at Jack, who was fanning his open mouth.
"Yeah," he panted, searching for relief of the mustard burn. He grabbed the rest of his twinkie, about swallowing it whole. On top of that, he drank some ketchup (ok, now that's just gross...).
After an unforgettable day at the playground, we decided to head for the mini-mart up the road, Mark's Grocer (Mark's for short!). Jack, however, had other plans.
"Lass, ye' will let me and Will attack the squirrel before I'd be goin' anywhere," he said, leaning up against the tree.
"But you're still outnumbered!" Lindsay said.
"Oi..." Jack said. "I'll be back for ye', ye' demon of Barbossa!" he screamed after the squirrel as we turned to leave. Demon of Barbossa? Ok...
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-- Well, what do ya think? It's my favorite so far... and peeps, the squirrel is in later chapters, so look for it...lol. We're gonna have to ask ya to please review! Lindsay and I wanna know how we're doing! My friends are loving it, and now I wanna know about your thoughts! Review and make Lindsay and me smile! Cya in the next chapter! --