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Part 3: Just wait til your father gets home by Gadfly Fugly the hell�s angel was not happy when his woman (he never could remember her name) woke him to tell him that someone had pissed on the real love of his life - his Harley. He came roaring out of the house looking to hurt someone. --------- Tim looked back blearily - he thought he�d heard something. "Oh f---! Run!" He grabbed Paul�s hand and dragged him behind him as he took off. Richard stood for a moment, wondering why the other two had suddenly disappeared. "Hey?" He asked blankly just as a huge hand clamped onto his shoulder. --------- As luck would have it, Tim�s escape route led him and Paul straight to the front door of Richard�s house. Literally. He came to an abrupt halt when he realised it was closed. He realised this when his head impacted with the heavy brass knocker. "Ooomph!" He bounced back off the door and landed on top of Paul. The door opened and Mrs Fidler stood there looking disapprovingly at Tim - she couldn�t see Paul. "Timmy Ferguson! What on earth are you doing?" "Isn�t our fault, Mishus F! There�s a monshter chashing ush! Tell her Rich!" Mrs Fidler looked around suspiciously for Richard. "Aaargh! Help!" She heard a muffled cry form somewhere underneath Tim. "Paul McDermott! Is that you?" She asked sternly. Tim eventually rolled off Paul, who lay gasping for air. "Yesmissusf. Richard�sbeingattackedbyagiganticleatherman!" Being dragged behind Tim, he�d had time to look behind and see what was happening. he was in such a rush to get the words out that it took Mrs Fidler a few moments to decipher what he�d said. "What!" She hurried through the front gate and down the street to where Richard was being menaced by a large man wearing bike leathers. "Eugene Miller! What do you think you�re doing with my son?" She stared up into Fugly�s face. Fugly dropped Richard and backed off a few steps. "Oh, hi, Mrs Fidler. How are you?" "I�m fine thank you, Eugene. How are you�re mother and father?" "Good thanks." Fugly shuffled nervously under Mrs Fidler�s stern gaze. "Now, Eugene, I believe I asked you what you were doing with my Richard?" She asked again. "Richard - stay right where you are!" She didn�t even bother to turn around to look at Richard as he tried to slink away. --------- Tim and Paul had managed to drag themselves to their feet and were holding each other up, swaying only slightly, by the time Mrs Fidler returned, dragging Richard by the ear. "Inside the lot of you!" She ordered, pushing the others ahead of he and into the house. "Paul McDermott - you should know better. You ARE the eldest, after all." "Yesmissusfidler." Paul fidgeted nervously. "And you, Timothy Dawson Langbene Ferguson! Letting these two lead you astray!" "Sorry Mishus Fidler." Tim said meekly. "And as for you, Richard Annakarennin Fidler - just you wait til your father gets home!" |
