The kids rode down the road on their bikes quickly. They were on a mission, and needed to hurry before someone finds them.
Kelly tried hard to hold onto the handlebars in back of her as she sat on the front of Mikey's bike. "Whatever you do, don't drop me Mikey!"
Mikey smiled. "I won't drop you. I promise."
"Give me your word!"
Mikey interlocks her pinky with his. "I promise." Then quickly puts his hand back on the handlebar.
They ride past the museum and see Mr. Walsh lowering the flag. They all greet him.
"Hi Mr. Walsh." Data says.
"Uh huh."
"Hi Mr. Walsh." Mouth says.
"Hi Mikey."
"Hi Dad." Mikey tries to avoid his stare. He's probably looking at him like that because there's a girl riding his bike.
Chunk trails behind them. "Hey guys, wait for me!"
-ooOoo-
Late in the afternoon, they finally reach the forest, but they're all busy arguing to really focus.
"Where are we going, Mikey?" Kelly asks.
He points to where the trees seem to stop. "That's where we're going. Right around this next curve is Gold Rock Beach. Three rocks, I know it. I've got a feeling about this one."
"You always have a feeling, Mikey. Every time you have a feeling you get us in trouble." Data says.
"Get us in trouble? You're the one who always gets us in trouble, Double-oh Negative."
"I'm James Bond - 007, not Double-oh Negative."
"You guys, I'm hungry. I know when my stomach growls there's trouble." Chunk says nervously.
"Shut up, Chunk!" The boys say.
"Get ready to jump off, Kelly." Mikey says.
"Okay." She replies.
They all pedal up the hill, some more laboriously than others. As soon as they reach the bottom, Mikey gives the signal.
"Now!"
Kelly jumps off and lands perfectly on her feet. She's quite surprised at her balance. She was sure she'd mess up in front of the boys. She watches as most of the boys get off their bikes just fine. Mikey stumbles a bit and then retreats back up the hill to gather the map that he dropped. She laughed.
"Hey, you make me go up this big hill, and you said, you said you'd give me a Twinkie. Now I'm gonna be late for dinner and my mom's gonna yell at me. And she's not gonna let me eat my dinner and she's gonna punish me. Ah, you guys, ah. Anybody got a candy bar? Baby Ruth?" Chunk complains.
"Let's see." They all crowd behind Mikey, looking at how he aligns the doubloon. "I can't believe it."
"What?" Mouth asks.
"That's it guys. That's it!"
"What's it?" Data asks.
"The three rocks, out there." He says pointing at them. "Take a look. One, two, three."
"You're right! Let's go get them!"
"You're right!"
"Let's go get 'em!"
They all rush to their bikes again and ride off.
-ooOoo-
The boys struggle to carry their bikes up a steep hill by the seaside as Kelly roams free.
"Forget it." A frustrated Mouth sighs.
Chunk drops his bike, and the others fall suit. "Come on. Gee, this better be it, Mikey."
"Shut up, Chunk." Mikey yells. He pulls out the doubloon again, aligning it just for verification. "Guys...I think I have a match. I'm sure of it! The lighthouse, the rock, and the restaurant all fit the doubloon. That must mean that the rich stuff is near the restaurant." He pulls the map out. "So… wait a second, Mouth, I'm going to need you to translate the map because I don't understand Spanish." He points. "Right there."
Mouth squints, reading the map. "Alright, alright, alright. Diez veces diez..."
"What does that mean?" Kelly asks.
"Ten times ten."
"Uh, hundred." Mikey says.
"Hundred." Data repeats.
Mouth continues to translate. "...stretching feet to nearest northern point."
Mikey can't wait. "North. What's north? Which way is north?"
"That's where you'll find the treat."
"The treat...the rich stuff! The treat! The rich stuff. That's it!"
Data checks his compass, and points. "North is that way!"
"So, it's near the restaurant!"
Mouth leads Chunk, Kelly, Mikey, and Data across the grassy field. They count out there steps as they get closer to the restaurant.
-ooOoo-
As they get closer, they notice two figures in trench coats walking inside.
"Wait a minute, guys. There's somebody there!" Mouth states.
They huddle behind some of the rocks to stay out of sight.
"Sixty and another forty is an even one hundred, right to the old restaurant. The rich stuff has gotta be there." Mikey says.
"I don't know about it Mikey. Hey, it's gettin' late, and hey, that's a summer place; what's it doing open in the fall?" Chunk asks suspiciously.
"See, there's nothing to be scared of. See, there's already two customers who went inside the restaurant." Data says.
"Yeah, yeah, but what if they're not customers? What if they're drug dealers?"
"Drug dealers? Shit man." Data hits him. "Did you see their clothes? Drug dealers wouldn't be caught dead in those polyester rags."
Kelly is the only one who laughs at his comment.
They all continue to walk towards the building, but stop when they hear two gunshots.
Chunk starts to panic. "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey. That sounded like gunshots. Not the big ones that you hear in war movies, but gunshots, real ones. They're trying to kill us!"
"Gees Chunk. Turn off your brain, alright? Someone probably dropped a pot."
"Yeah."
"Yeah, just dropped a pot."
Everyone except Chunk merrily skips to the restaurant. Chunk runs behind them.
Chunk gulps. "Ah, ah, are you sure, Mikey? Because if you're sure I'm sure, you know. They might pick up the pots, and they might try to kill us. They're gonna kill us! In fact..."
Mikey runs up him and covers his mouth. He whispers, "Chunk… shut up!"
He sighs, but looks over at pop cooler outside.
"Soda pop! Oh boy, am I thirsty." He opens it, but there is nothing in side, much to Chunk's dismay. "Damn it!"
The others look through the window to see inside. Mikey takes a puff from his inhaler.
"Looks like the cook is carrying something to the kitchen, or something." Data says.
"Yeah, food. Looks like food or some kind of trash." Mikey says in response.
"Don't let them see us." Kelly whispers.
Chunk wanders around to the side and sees a car. Covered in bullet holes. He's seen one like this before…
"ORV...bullet holes...bullet holes!"
Chunk runs back to the doorway to warn the others, but they've already gone inside.
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