Sneaking a Peak at TBD, a semi-sequel to Enter a Fistful of Marijuana

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-feeling the need to get some love or reaction from deep in the folders of my computer, even if it is for my own ego. 


When the Nuclear Bombs Hit...

In St. Louis, there was a rap showdown of epic proportions. The winner was poised to take rap music in an entirely new direction, one that would finally bridge the gap between street-wise and musically respected. In a parallel but different world, the winner of this rap showdown could go on to win a Nobel Prize in Music; a feat truly extraordinary as the Nobels had never acknowledged hip hop music's place in civilized society, going to show that even in parallel dimensions, hip hop was still marginalized. 

Washington D.C's airports were under a complete shutdown due to a suspicious piece of luggage which was really only an odd-shaped dildo. However, the dildo made it impossible for most senators and congressmen to return to the relative safety of their home districts. Later, many people in their home districts were quite happy with this development, despite the circumstances.

Two wannabe early 20's Hollywood screenwriters tossed their current script they were working on, one that involved Killer Zombies and began on their newest, better idea; Nuclear Zombies.

Chapter 3 First time to the Fort


Once they exchanged relevant data such as what were their favourite colours, their favourite Kool-Aid colours and favourite cartoon shows, they carried the small desk, chairs and empty pitcher and glasses back to Olivia’s home. Olivia, Georgia, and Jarrod lived in a house with the largest tree he ever seen right in the very middle of their front lawn. Hanging from one branch was a tire swing. Doggie went immediately over to the tree and lifted up one leg in appreciation of its grandeur[1].

“Wow!” he said, “Look at the size of that tree! Is the fort in there?”

“Nah,” said Jarrod, “Our dad won’t let us build anything in there. He says it would de-value the property.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that if we were to sell our house, we would get more money if there wasn’t a tree house in the front yard.”

“I would pay a million dollars for a tree house,” exclaimed Cash, showing a complete lack of realty economics.

“I would pay two million dollars!” said Chick, raising the ante.

“You don’t have two million dollars, silly,” said Olivia, “Only famous people have millions of dollars. Our dad told us that because he works in a bank.”

“What’s a bank?” asked Cash.
“A bank is a building where people go and give money to my dad and he keeps it safe for them.”

“Like a piggy bank?”

“Yes, like a piggy bank.”

“Your dad works in a piggy bank?”

“I didn’t say that. I said he works in a people bank.”

“Oh,” said Cash, trying to picture why people would go into a people bank when they could just use a piggy bank like he does.

The six of them put the desk and chairs in the garage and the girls started up the back stairs to a door. 

“You guys have to wait here. Mom doesn’t like other kids in the house.”

Jarrod picked up a football on the lawn and tossed it to Adam, who tossed it to Chick, who tossed it back to Jarrod. Cash watched in anticipation. He had never thrown or even caught a football before although he seen lots of other kids do it.

“Catch!” called Jarrod as he chucked the ball hard at Cash. He dodged before it hit him. The ball landed behind him and he ran to get it. He picked it up and tried to put a hand around it but found he couldn’t.

“You are supposed to catch it, kid,” said Jarrod, "throw it back."

He inspected the football. As balls go, it was the worst he had ever seen. The ends weren’t sharp but there looked to be a shoelace or something sewn into the middle of it.

“What happened to your ball?” he asked Jarrod as he pointed at the stitches.

“That’s what it is supposed to look like. It’s a real football not a toy one,” replied Jarrod, “You are supposed to put your fingers on the laces and then throw it.”

“Throw it to me, Cash!” said Adam, over by the willow tree.

Cash awkwardly put his hands on the laces but could only manage a finger. He more heaved than threw it towards Adam who was too far away. The ball bounced far in front of him. Adam ran up to it and kicked it towards Jarrod who caught it expertly.

“You’ve never thrown a football?” asked Adam.

“No.”

“That’s so weird," said Chick.

"How come you’ve never thrown a football?” asked Adam.

Cash didn’t know what to say. They heard a door slam shut and Georgia and Olivia appeared from around the corner. Bother were wearing clean clothes with no Kool-Aid stains on them.

“Mom says we can only go to the Fort for a little bit because Dad will be home soon and we are going to have supper,” said Olivia.

“Okay,” said Jarrod, throwing the football to Adam. “Get this, this kid has never seen a football before.”

“So?" said Olivia, "You’ve never seen a bar of soap before.”

The others laughed. Cash laughed too, but he didn’t like the way Jarrod kept calling him 'this kid'. Of course he had not seen a real football before, he just got here. Plus his Dad didn't like sports.

They took the football with them, although it became apparent that the girls had no interest in playing. The boys threw the ball amongst themselves. Jarrod never threw it to Cash but Chick did and sometimes Adam. Cash made sure to never throw the ball to Jarrod. Although Cash never caught one pass and spent most of the time chasing the bouncing ball all over the road, he was having fun. Doggie was excited to chase the ball where ever it went, including into the roadside ditch on occasion. He would  bark at it until one of the boys picked it up in which case he would chase it again until it once again bounced into the ditch. Cash was very happy to find out there were kids his own age living in his neighbourhood and there was a fort!

Occasionally he would glance over at Olivia and Georgia, who were using their hands to talk in their secret language. He couldn't wait to learn how to talk with his hands too. His mom would be so impressed with him.

They reached the corner where the Kool-Aid stand had been and turned down Rattletip Road. It felt strange to walk past his driveway. What Cash wanted to do was run in and tell his Mom about his new friends but he also really wanted to see this fort. The fort won out. He could always tell his Mom about his new friends later and maybe even tell her about the secret fort.

They Squiresed over the ditch on the side of the road and into a small trail he never noticed before. The girls led the procession, first Olivia then Georgia. Doggie ran back and forth between the boys and the girls as Adam, Jarrod, Cash and finally Chick brought up the rear. Cash tried not to be scared. The trees were dark and full of shadows and the sunlight didn't get through the trees very well.

“Are we allowed to be back here?” asked Cash anxiously as he looked back to see what little he could of the road.

“Sure we are,” replied Chick behind him, “this is part of our property.”

“I don’t see any fort though,” Cash said, “And what if we get lost? My mom will be really mad. I have to get the eggs.”

Chick smiled and told Cash to look back towards the road.

"Why?" he asked as he turned. When nobody answered, he turned back around to find that he was alone. There was nobody there. They all had disappeared.

“Hey! Where did they go?” asked Cash, looking at Doggie, who cocked his head at him.

A stream of water that came from nowhere hit him on the chest. Doggie started barking excitedly at a clump of bushes in front of them. He could hear laughter behind it and the top of Adam's head. Cash walked towards the bushes, noticing there were a pile of logs behind it, built up like a wall. It was nearly as tall as him. Poking out over the top of the log wall and covered in leaves there was the fluorescent orange business end of a water gun.

“I see you!” he exclaimed, although he truly didn't. However he figured if he said that they would give away where they were.

“Halt!” said Jarrod, standing up and aiming the water gun at Doggie and Cash, “No one gains access to The Fort without the password. What’s the password?”

“Well, I don’t know,” replied Cash, he had a worrisome suspicion that they wouldn’t let him in the Fort without knowing the password and nobody had told him what the password was so therefore he wouldn’t be allowed to enter the Fort.

“Then you may not enter The Fort,” said Jarrod.

Adam popped up beside Jarrod.

“There is no password, Cash. We are just playing soldiers. It's what we do.”

Jarrod lowered his water gun and Olivia and Georgia stood up from their hiding spots. Cash noticed they were also holding water guns.

 Cash smiled from ear to ear and followed Adam past Jarrod through the bushes.

Adam explained the Fort was actually an old cabin some other  kids made years ago before he was born. Apparently some of the parents told them they weren’t allowed to make a cabin and so it was never finished. There was a doorway but the walls were barely taller than Cash. He could see there was no roof, except for one corner which had been made with a piece of plywood and was covered in old branches and dead leaves.

A lot of it was covered in moss. There were some stumps made into seats and a tree which had fallen aSquires the back made for a natural wall. There was another tree right beside the cabin shell. Nailed to its trunk were boards which led up to a wooden seat on a branch high up.

"That's our look-out," said Adam, "you can see our house and your house from up there."

"It's called the Look Out," added Chick.   

“That’s because Jarrod will throw water balloons at you if you aren’t careful,” said Olivia, "so you need to look out."

Under the corner with the roof there was an old toy box. Adam opened it to show Cash it was full of comics, water guns and other toys  and tools including a small axe, a hammer and a small shovel.

For the rest of the afternoon, the group hung out in the fort, telling each other and Cash of past adventures and the established hierarchy for The Fort, which would be forgotten by the same time tomorrow. Doggie made a bed for himself and was passed the time chewing on an exceptionally delicious stick he brought in. Georgia and Chick played quietly with some toy animals in the box. Olivia and Adam explained some of the rules of the Fort to Cash as Jarrod sat on the box and read a comic book.

The rules were quite easy to remember. He was to tell nobody about the Fort and grownups weren’t ever, ever allowed in. If he needed to pee, he had to do it far away from the Fort, no peeing inside. The password was ‘there is no password’ until they changed it. Later they decided to make Doggie the official Dog of the Fort to which Doggie accepted with relative humility although he wasn’t too enthusiastic on wearing the crown of leaves the girls made for him. He preferred to chew his stick in peace.  

Georgia made some motions to Olivia who translated.

"Georgia says she thinks we need a name for our gang."

"Yeah, that would be so cool," said Cash, "I've never been in a gang before."

With much discussion of possible names for their group it was Georgia who came up with the name the 'Kool-Aid' gang, because they all loved Kool-Aid and they were cool.

Olivia smiled. This had turned out to be a very good day. She made some money from the Kool-Aid stand and made a new friend. Despite being a boy Cash was nice and relatively clean. He still was wearing the faint whispers of Kool-Aid on his upper lip. For some reason, it seemed to fit him.

“Cash! Dinner!”

"Oh-oh, there's your mommy calling," said Jarrod from his comic.

"Yeah, your mommy's calling," copied Adam. 

Cash and Olivia stood up and she pointed him towards his house. Through the trees they could just barely see his mother on their front porch. She took his hand and led him out of the fort and around it to a small path that led right to his property. Doggie followed them enthusiastically.

"Follow Doggie and you'll get home no problem," she said. 
"But I want to stay here with you guys," Cash said.

As if on cue, they heard another voice calling.

“That's our mom,” said Olivia, “we have to get going too. But don't worry, maybe we can play tomorrow.”
“I would like that very much. Maybe you can come over for a play date!” said Cash, eyes lighting up.

Olivia smiled. She looked Cash square in the eyes. He had very nice eyes.

“You have nice eyes,” said Olivia, “Sure we can have a play date. But you don't say play date. That's for babies. We just say 'come over and play'."

Cash smiled too. He heard his mom calling again and yelled back.

“Coming!”

He waved to the others.

“Bye everyone, see you tomorrow!”

They all said good bye in their own ways; Olivia and Chick actually said bye, Georgia waved the international sign of good bye, Adam said 'seeya' and Jarrod grunted. Olivia watched to make sure Cash got out of the woods before she turned to Georgia.

"Okay, Georgia let's go. Jarrod, we're leaving. Bye Chick, bye Adam," she said for the two of them.  She knew Jarrod would follow them on his own terms. Adam and Chick would leave soon after. It was the usual way they left the fort when Mom called.

At dinner she told her mom and dad of the new boy in the neighbourhood and how he bought everyone Kool-Aid. Georgia also tried to sign about her day. Her Mom was very interested, her Dad, as was usual said nothing and once dinner was over went to his usual chair to watch his shows. Jarrod sat down beside him as he usually did while Mom, Georgia and her practiced sign language.

For the rest of the evening Olivia found her thoughts turning back to the new boy and his funny moustache. It was a nice feeling to meet a new friend.





[1] which although not scientifically proven is a lot like marking his territory.