The Boxcar Children Gone Wrong!

A/n: Wow. I have no idea where all of you who reviewed came from, I have no idea what you are doing reading this, but I'm really glad you did. Also, to whomever '2lazy2login' is… am I really the only real one? Wow… I haven't read the others, but… wow. So… we continue. If we're lucky, we may actually get to the Boxcar. If we're lucky.

Chapter Three: FLEE!!!!

"Hurry up, Henry!" Jessie screamed. They were running away from the scene of the (well, Jessie's) crime.

"C… can't," wheezed Henry, out of breath. "N… need to s… stop. Need air."

"We can't!" Jessie shouted. "We have to keep going!"

"Can't… go… on…" Henry gasped, slowing. "Going to… collapse…" And he did, right in the middle of the bike trail they had been running on. Benny rolled off his brother's shoulders, fat thumb stuck firmly in his mouth, fast asleep. Violet stopped running to check on her brothers. Jessie, sensing a situation that could eventually lead to her in prison, stopped as well, backtracking to where her brothers lay.

"Hey! Grunt! Brute! Henry, get up!" she prodded him several times with her toe. "Get up!" she knelt next to the eldest Alden and slapped him several times across the face, in case he was unconscious. Henry simply moaned. "Get up!" Jessie kicked his side rather hard.

"Please leave me alone," groaned Henry. "I really would prefer dying in peace."

"Oh, come on, Henry," said Jessie, who was trying to yank Henry up by his hair. "You aren't dying."

"Oh, I'm not, huh?" Henry wrenched himself out of her grip, and then rolled over.

"No, you're not. Now get up!!!" Jessie proceeded to beat him with her fists, as hard as her skinny little arms would allow. Finally, she gave up.

"Fine, loser. We're leaving. Come on, Violet." Jessie moved to leave. Violet stayed still, confused. "Come on, Violet. And bring the ball of fat; that is, our other brother." Violet moved and picked up Benny, staggering slightly under his weight. "Nuh uh, put him on the ground and kick him along like a soccer ball."

Violet, now utterly confused, put her little brother on the ground and tapped him with the toe of her shoe.

"No, no, you do it all wrong. Hard, like this." Jessie booted Benny rather hard, sending him flying. A look of shock and horror spread across Violet's face. "Don't worry, all that fat protects his internal organs. Now come on. We're leaving." They began walking after their little brother.

Henry lay on the ground, the sand getting in his hair. They had left him. HIM! The oldest in the family, who would be the breadwinner when he could work without a permit. They had left him. Suddenly enraged, Henry shot up in the air and ran after them.

"JESSIE, I'M GONNA GET YOU!" he hollered, moving to kick her. But she somehow managed to side step him, and he instead kicked Benny, sending the chubby boy a good hundred feet.

"Good kick!" Jessie grinned.

They managed about seven more good kicks before Benny woke up.

"Uhh… Jessie, I'm hungry."

"What do I look like, a box of cereal?"

"No… like a chicken leg."

"WHAT!" Jessie kicked her brother twenty feet.

"Owie…" Benny, still groggy, rolled over. "Whad'cha do that for?" he asked.

"There was a bug on you, but I smushed it. Don't worry."

Violet bit her lip timidly. "Uh… I think it's going to rain," she said quietly.

"No it's not," laughed Jessie. "Where'd you get that idea?" Suddenly, thunder rumbled, and rain started pouring out of the sky. Jessie looked up at the sky, and then back at Violet. "I hate you," she said.

"We need to find shelter!" Henry shouted for no apparent reason. He looked around. "There!" he pointed to a reddish boxy thing.

They ran towards it, only to find the red was actually rust.

"Climb inside!" Henry hollered, yanking the large door.

"Are you insane?! I'm not gonna get sepsis!" Jessie yelled back. But then the thunder rumbled loudly. "Oh, forget it!" Jessie climbed inside, followed by Violet, Benny, and finally Henry.

"Ew," said Benny around the large thumb in his mouth. "It smells like mildew in here."

"It's a boxcar," said Henry knowledgably.

"Let's live here," said Violet softly. "So we don't have to live with our psycho grandfather."

"Whatever. I'm tired now. Don't touch me while I'm sleeping, or I'll tear your eyeballs out followed by your esophagus, followed by both your kidneys, followed by…" The Aldens began to get sleepy as Jessie listed off her usual threats. "…And then the last thing I'll do is tear out your heart and force you to eat it…"

They all fell asleep, the thunderstorm rocking the smelly, disgusting boxcar like a cradle.

A/n: So, yeah. They found the boxcar! It was random, but I wrote it! Yay! Thanks to any and all who reviewed; please continue to do so, as you are my main reason for writing this! Thank you!