Noiz: Whatever.
It was a nice day outside and the breeze was blowing. But Murdoc and
Joey
looked sour. They weren’t even talking. But soon, things would get
worse.
The trip started going do hill when the boys were driving when…
BURST!!!!!
They stopped when they heard a hissing sound. “What was that?” Joey
asked.
“I’m looking. I’m looking.” Murdoc snapped. Then stepped out of the car
and walked to the back tires. A nail pierced through one of the tires.
“Shit.” Murds hissed. “Flat tire, right?” Joey asked. “What do you
think
brat?!?” the bassist snapped. “Uh… yeah.” said Joe. Then the boy
unfastened
his seatbelt and crawled to the backseat. They had a flat tire all
right.
“So what now?” Joey asked. “I’m thinkin’. I’m thinkin’!” Murdoc barked.
Then he had an idea. “Get out of the car!” Murdy said quickly. “Why?”
Joe
asked. “JUST DO IT!” Murds yelled. Joey quickly complied. “Come on.”
the
bassist said. Then he began walking along the shoulder. “Wait!” Joey
yelled.
Murds turned to see Joe running towards him. Once the kid caught up,
Murdoc
began walking again. “So where are we going?” the boy asked. “To a
friend.”
Murdoc answered. “That’s what I was afraid of.” Joey thought.
The boys went to a gas station. The scent of oil made Joey sick to his
stomach. But he followed Murds inside the mechanic store. The drills
hurt
Joe’s ears. “Why are we here?” Joey asked. “What?” Murds asked. “WHY
ARE
WE HERE?!?” the boy yelled. “What?” the bassist asked again. “WHY ARE….
JUST FORGET IT!” Joe yelled. “WHAT!” Murdoc yelled. “*Sweat drop* I
SAID
FORHET IT!” Joey said at last.
They finally made it to the office. Joey was glad to be sane from the
oil
and drills. Murdoc knocked on the door. “I’m coming!” a voice called
behind
the door. A large soot-covered man opened the door. “Murdy?” the guy
asked.
“Yes, it’s me.” Murdoc replied. “Murdy, Haven’t seen you in a while!”
the
guy yelled. Joey squinted to read the guy’s nametag. ‘Bubba’ is what it
read. “Bubba? Who’s crazy to name their son Bubba?” he thought.
“Well come on in!” said Bubba. Murds and Joe obeyed.
“So what brings you by, Murdy?” Bubba asked. “Uh…. we have a little
tire
trouble.” Murdoc answered. “Where’s the jeep?” the owner asked. “Along
the road.” Joey answered quickly. Murds quickly covered his mouth.
“Shut
up!” the bassist hissed. “Stranded, eh?” Bubba asked. “Grrrrr! Yeah.”
Murdy
groaned. Bubba rose from his desk and went to the front. “Hey everyone!
Murdoc Niccals has a flat tire along the road!” he yelled. The workers
stopped and laughed. Murdoc turned cherry red and turned to Joey.
“You’re
going to pay for this! Brat!” he hissed. Joey just looked down at the
cold
hard floor.
“So
where are you stranded?” Bubba asked Murdoc. “Come with me.” Murds
answered.
Then he began walking back to the jeep. Bubba and Joey followed. “Ugh!
This guy smells worse than Murdoc!” Joe thought.
When they got to the jeep, a couple of dogs were eating leftover food
in
the backseat. “Get the hell out of my jeep!” Murds yelled. Then he ran
over and chased the dogs away. Once the dogs were gone, Murdoc showed
Bubba
the tire. “Oh. That is serious.” said Bubba. He turned to Joey. “You
boy!”
Bubba said. Joe looked up. “Run back to the shop and get a spare tire.”
the mechanic said. Joey wanted to say no but then thought about getting
home. So he nodded and quickly ran.
A few minutes later, Joey came back smelly and tired. “What took ya?”
Murds
asked in a cranky voice. Joey explained the trouble he had with the
mechanics.
“Where’s the tire?” Bubba asked. “Here.” said Joe. The boy handed then
the tire. “Thanks boy.” said the mechanic. Then he rubbed Joey’s hair.
“Yuck!” Joey thought. Then he sat down on the shoulder.
Once the tire was changed, Murdoc paid the bill and Bubba left. Then
the
boys drove home.
Joey come home that evening, Dolly asked: “So, how was your day?”
Rather
than saying it was a living hell, Joey said: “Fine.”