Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used in the movie The Goonies. I do not own Marilyn Monroe's name (ha ha) or the TV show "I Ran All The Way Home."


Chapter 3: Starting 'The Plan' and Peanut Butter Sandwiches

Mouth and I were fighting over the TV. He was watching the beginning of some dumb Marilyn Monroe movie, with a stupid police chase. I was missing "All The Way Home," one of my favorite movies of all time. I hated western or action things, and the police chase in this movie was no exception. Mouth thought my movie was old, and I thought his movie was just stupid.

"You can see this movie at the theater when it's re-released; Mine is a TV release, and I'm missing it!"

"The stupid one?"

"Not half as stupid as this bull!"

"What?! This is a GREAT police chase."

"You can see it on TV almost anytime; I'M MISSING MY MOVIE!!!"

We screamed and shouted, arguing for about 20 minutes. Neither of us heard the front door slam.

"Clark! Lea!" Dad was trying to shout over us. As soon as I saw his face, I knew something was wrong.

"What is it, Dad?" I asked, concerned.

"I lost my job. The Perkins are claiming our house tomorrow."

Lost my job…

Lost my job…

Lost my job…

Perkins…

Perkins…

Losing our house…

Taking house…

Like what almost happened to Mikey…

What would we do?

Where would we go?

Short notice…

Apartment…

Rent…

Debt…

Friends…

Gone…

Never…

Again…

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I woke up.

Just a nightmare, I thought, relieved.

After a week had passed, Troy's threat was still fresh on my mind.

After a week, you're still having nightmares about Troy? I chided myself. Snap out of it, HE's not going to tell anyone obviously, and Mr. Walsh is going to win this election anyway! It's not a problem!

I felt unsure about those last 2 thoughts, but pushed the matter away as I got dressed and staggered into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I stared at myself in the mirror and saw dark brown hair that was tousled (I had forgotten to brush it last night,) and blue eyes had a mixture of sleepiness and grumpiness in them. I looked 3 years older than I really was (which was 14) and felt around 50 years older.

Over a week, we had developed a plan for the victory of Mr. Walsh- and Astoria. It included scouring all of the town records, trying to dig up something against the Perkins family. What we would do with it, we still weren't completely sure. Blackmail? Good idea, but nevertheless one we could get in real trouble for. Negative campaign ads? A possibility.

"The Plan" also required a rendezvous spot for everyone at 10:00 on a Saturday morning. And a few times during the week. Mikey got tired of being the main host, so suggested our house as a meeting spot.

Today was our first Saturday meeting. If I had predicted how hard it was going to be for me to wake up, I wouldn't have agreed to it so whole-heartedly.

I walked downstairs, being greeted by several shouts of "Good morning, sleepyhead!"

Everybody automatically resumed their conversation.

We called our group "The Convention." It consisted of me, Mouth, Mikey, Data, Chunk, and Stef. Brand was not in on the secret and neither was Andy, and we weren't sure whom she supported.

"SOOO guys, come up with anything?"

"Ha. Wouldn't you like to know."

"If you came down here on time, maybe you would."

I sighed. Who would want to be awake at 10 on a Saturday morning?

"Hey Lea! Snap out of it!"

"Snap out of what?" I asked grumpily.

"WAKE UP!!!"

"Yeah, whatever," I said, laying my head down on the table.

The conversation resumed again, and this time I was able to join it without question.

"So guys, what are we going to do?" Mikey asked. Apparently, no one had any interesting (or useful) information on the Perkins.

"What else to do? Keep looking." I said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh yeah, like that's as easy as it sounds…"

"Well, I mean, there's bound to be something." I pressed.

Mikey sighed, and all was silent until…

"Lunchtime!" Chunk yelled savagely, like a war cry in the middle of a battlefield. I rolled my eyes. Someone really ought to teach him some manners. Not me, though…

Sure enough, it was 2 seconds after noon. I had to hand it to Chunk, who never missed a meal.

"Guys, what's to eat?" Mikey asked. I was surprised it wasn't Chunk's question.

"Ummmmmmmmm…"

"VERY appetizing." Mouth said sarcastically.

"Cool! How about a bit of 'ummmm' for everybody?"

"I think I'll pass."

"Good, Mikey. Can you suggest anything better?"

Silence. "Chunk?"

"Ummm… peanut butter sandwiches?"

"Done," I said. Peanut butter sandwiches were the only type of food that I could whip up that would taste halfway decent.

I walked halfway to the kitchen, then realized that I should check how many sandwiches to make. I had known all these kids for years, but there would be no harm in making sure I knew the right number. I turned around and counted the number of people at the table.

5 people- no, wait! Don't forget me! 6 people.

I turned around and walked into the kitchen to make the peanut butter sandwiches.


I know it's been awhile since I last updated, and this isn't a great chapter. It's mainly just to explain what's going on, how the goonies plan to bring Troy's dad down, etc. I am hoping to get the next chapter uploaded soon- ta ta till then!