The sunlight beam down on the face of Dodger, who wore with a black eye mask with a red blanket on top on his body, covering for warmth from the coolness from the night.
The back seat of his car wasn't comfortable like his bed. But his body wasn't complaining as much. Maybe an air mattress will be better. But it'll have to wait.
The blaring sound of an alarm woke up the sleeping Busy Body. He pulled off the mask, grabbing his cell phone, and turned off the alarm.
Getting up and exiting the back seat, Dodger stretched his arms and legs, followed by other exercises. Going inside the van that is attached to the back of the Hammerhead.
After walking out with a toothbrush in his mouth, spitting into a red cup, he took out a fresh pair of blue jeans and his orange shirt that had his business name on the back.
Dodger POV
With a new set of clothes on, I grab my gloves and made my way down the long trail to the farm further in the distance thanks to the little bit of the sun that was slowly rising.
Looking at my phone, I whistled at the time. Friday 6:20 AM. Today starts my double job here in Royal Woods, Michigan.
I knocked on the door of the house after I finally made it. A man in overalls opens up, and I introduce myself to him. We talk about the farm and chores to do over the weekend since he's going to a farming convention.
"Don't worry, Mr. Hunnicutt. I will do my hardest to make sure your farm is in tip-top shape" I saluted to him.
The Farmer smiles, waving the salute off. "I'm not worried one bit. Farmer Ernest told me about you and the amazing work you did for his worm farm. I don't doubt you one bit."
I remember that worm farm. I hated those carnivorous... things. Those teeth... those sharp teeth. Never again.
The sound of a door closing made us turn to see a small ginger hair boy with buck teeth, wearing a dark and light green stripe shirt, brown shorts, and white sneakers with green stripes.
"Ah, Dodger. Meet my son, Liam. Liam, this will be your babysitter for the sleepover tonight."
"Hi there."
"Hello Sir" Liam said, the southern accent drawing out. "Pa, the chickens have been fed, and I gather the eggs from the hen's house."
"Thanks, son. Let's get you to the bus before you're late. Take care, Dodger. My number is on the fridge. If there's trouble, call me immediately."
"Yes, Sir," I told the father and son as they walked the trail for the bus. I checked out the list and began to work.
"No need to worry as I'm Dodger: Certified Farm Hand!"
Royal Woods Elementary School
It was lunch when a group of friends sat at a table with their trays of food; a slice of pepperoni pizza, french fries, green beans, and either a brownie or a chocolate cookie.
"I'm all packed up and ready for tonight" said the boy with white hair and an overbite with a chipped tooth, wearing an orange t-shirt and blue jeans. "This is going to be an epic sleepover!"
Two of the four friends cheered for the plans. This was a month of planning and begging their parents for this sleepover to happen.
The main problem was where it was going to be. One house was filled with girls ranging from 3 to 18 years old. They would embarrass and harass them all night.
Another plan was going to be the main house. But early in the week, their pet, a cat, had fleas which break out around the house. They had to move out due to the Fumigation.
The last plan was their friend's farm. His father was going to a convention, and his little sister was going to be with their grandparents.
Liam turns to the boy in orange. "Lincoln, I got a babysitter for the sleepover."
"Really?" He gave the farm kid an uneasy grin.
"Yeah. He's helping Pa out with the farm while he's out of town. He seems cool."
Lincoln let a small yet nervous laugh before clearing his throat. "Looks like we'll have two babysitters then."
"Two?" A black kid wearing thick black frame glasses, yellow and blue stripe polo shirt and black pants. He raised an eyebrow at the kid in front of him. "Who the other one?"
"Lori is joining us" answered Lincoln.
The kid almost choke on the piece of pizza he had in his mouth. Swallowing the food, he quickly grabbed a napkin and put it on his nose. The color of white slowly turns red.
"S-S-She's joining us?"
"Yeah, Clyde. Bobby is going to be busy all weekend, and we might go to Dairyland Amoosement Park tomorrow morning since we've been good boys as of late."
A tall white boy with curly orange hair, buck teeth, a light green t shirt, and baggy blue pants lay his head on his right hand. "Wish I could join tonight and tomorrow. But we're having the Annual Spokes Garage Sale. Should be epic."
"Liam" the short red haired boy with glasses wearing white and blue stripe polo shirt and jeans called out, showing a newspaper he had in his pocket.
The front page says "Cow-napped!"
"You better be safe on your farm. Cows have been disappearing from farms in the US lately. It has to be aliens."
"Did you see another alien movie before bed, Zach?" Lincoln asked.
Zach shook his head, his crazy hair waving around. "No. I was searching for any activity in the stars. But I've read that farmers found their cows missing the next day."
"Zach, what are aliens going to do with cows? Milk them?" The tall kid joked, getting a laugh from Lincoln, Clyde, and Liam.
"No, Rusty. Something bad is happening, and our friends could be involved."
"The only thing that's going to happen" Lincoln raises his small carton to the center of the table. "Is Clyde, Liam, and I having the time of our life."
The two boys who he named joined in the toast with their milks. They had the rest of their class periods to get through before they could enjoy the weekend.
