ground, "Blacksheep" Grogan charged out after him.
Gobs of shaving cream flew from Grogan's face and chest as he copied Cary's leap. "I'll get you, you p-p-piece of shit !"
By then, Cary had run halfway across the yard and stopped to turn and wave. "Yoo-hoo! Come and get me!" He knew Grogan couldn't resist the bait, since Cary had been the one who'd sprayed shaving cream all over him.
Grogan started toward him, then was hit in the face by a blast of water. He hollered and batted at the spray with both hands, and it kept on coming.
"You're all washed up!" said Celeste, giggling as she followed him with the garden hose. She wore her full Spellerina costume--pink tutu, feathered Mardi Gras mask, pink and white ribbons in her blonde hair. She'd been standing to one side of the porch, just waiting for Grogan to chase Cary out of the house and land in the trap.
The effect was just as the Nuclear Family kids had planned. Grogan was distracted and confused.
Time for phase two.
As Grogan staggered and got soaked, Baron ran out from around the corner of the house. Like Cary and Celeste, he wore his Nuclear Family costume--navy blue t-shirt with a big foil "M" for "Musclebot." The tail of a bedsheet trailed from the white bundle he carried in his arms.
Here we go.
Cary sprinted over and grabbed the trailing end of the sheet. It was the end of three sheets, actually, all wound like ropes and tied together with knots Baron had learned in Cub Scouts.
Cary and Baron ran in opposite directions around Grogan, each carrying one end of the rope of sheets. Baron held his end up high, Cary held his down low, and together they wrapped the sheets around Grogan.
Then, Celeste hit him with the hose again, and he fell back onto the waterlogged ground with a splat .
The plan had gone perfectly. E.Q. was at work, Lydia was grocery shopping, and Grogan was at the mercy of the good guys.
"Yay!" Celeste clapped and jumped up and down. "We did it!"
"Yer out !" Cary chucked a thumb up and back like he was an umpire making a call in a baseball game.
Baron planted a foot on Grogan's chest. "Thanks for the idea of ganging up on you. We figured we might as well do it for real, since you already got us in trouble for it."
"You better m-make the most of it." Grogan struggled against his bonds. "When I g-g-get loose, you'll all w-wish you'd never b-been b-born."
" Not gonna happen." Cary crouched and poked Grogan in the nose with a finger. "The Nuclear Family takes care of its own."
Grogan laughed. "Try the Puke-lear Family ."
"What do we do with him?" said Paisley, standing near Grogan's feet and frowning down at him. She was dressed as Moon Girl, complete with black leotard, yellow cape, shorts, and sneakers, and black domino mask.
"Sending him away would be good," said Cary.
"Forever," said Celeste.
"I wish," said Baron. "But we'd just get in bigger trouble."
"It'd be worth it." Cary fiddled with the plastic goggles he wore as part of his Hurry costume, adjusting the strap around his head.
"We're just gonna give him a message," said Baron. "A message he'll remember."
"You d-d-dipshits have been reading w-way too many c-c-comics," said Grogan.
"Leave us alone," said Baron. "That's the message."
"Oh, okay." Grogan sneered, showing his oversized incisor fangs. "Whatever you r-retards say."
Baron sat down on Grogan's chest. "It's four of us against one of you."
"F-four retards," said Grogan.
Baron slapped Grogan in the face. "If you keep messing with us, we'll get you. Every time, we'll get you worse and worse."
The slap had knocked Grogan's head to one side. Slowly, he turned his head back to look up at Baron, eyes blazing with fierce hatred.
"You get to watch," said Grogan.
"Watch what?" said Baron.
"While I k-kill your retarded brother and sisters. I'll kill you l-last so you'll get to watch them d-d-die." With that, Grogan jerked his head up off the ground and spat at Baron.
The spit caught Baron on the forearm. He slapped
Gobs of shaving cream flew from Grogan's face and chest as he copied Cary's leap. "I'll get you, you p-p-piece of shit !"
By then, Cary had run halfway across the yard and stopped to turn and wave. "Yoo-hoo! Come and get me!" He knew Grogan couldn't resist the bait, since Cary had been the one who'd sprayed shaving cream all over him.
Grogan started toward him, then was hit in the face by a blast of water. He hollered and batted at the spray with both hands, and it kept on coming.
"You're all washed up!" said Celeste, giggling as she followed him with the garden hose. She wore her full Spellerina costume--pink tutu, feathered Mardi Gras mask, pink and white ribbons in her blonde hair. She'd been standing to one side of the porch, just waiting for Grogan to chase Cary out of the house and land in the trap.
The effect was just as the Nuclear Family kids had planned. Grogan was distracted and confused.
Time for phase two.
As Grogan staggered and got soaked, Baron ran out from around the corner of the house. Like Cary and Celeste, he wore his Nuclear Family costume--navy blue t-shirt with a big foil "M" for "Musclebot." The tail of a bedsheet trailed from the white bundle he carried in his arms.
Here we go.
Cary sprinted over and grabbed the trailing end of the sheet. It was the end of three sheets, actually, all wound like ropes and tied together with knots Baron had learned in Cub Scouts.
Cary and Baron ran in opposite directions around Grogan, each carrying one end of the rope of sheets. Baron held his end up high, Cary held his down low, and together they wrapped the sheets around Grogan.
Then, Celeste hit him with the hose again, and he fell back onto the waterlogged ground with a splat .
The plan had gone perfectly. E.Q. was at work, Lydia was grocery shopping, and Grogan was at the mercy of the good guys.
"Yay!" Celeste clapped and jumped up and down. "We did it!"
"Yer out !" Cary chucked a thumb up and back like he was an umpire making a call in a baseball game.
Baron planted a foot on Grogan's chest. "Thanks for the idea of ganging up on you. We figured we might as well do it for real, since you already got us in trouble for it."
"You better m-make the most of it." Grogan struggled against his bonds. "When I g-g-get loose, you'll all w-wish you'd never b-been b-born."
" Not gonna happen." Cary crouched and poked Grogan in the nose with a finger. "The Nuclear Family takes care of its own."
Grogan laughed. "Try the Puke-lear Family ."
"What do we do with him?" said Paisley, standing near Grogan's feet and frowning down at him. She was dressed as Moon Girl, complete with black leotard, yellow cape, shorts, and sneakers, and black domino mask.
"Sending him away would be good," said Cary.
"Forever," said Celeste.
"I wish," said Baron. "But we'd just get in bigger trouble."
"It'd be worth it." Cary fiddled with the plastic goggles he wore as part of his Hurry costume, adjusting the strap around his head.
"We're just gonna give him a message," said Baron. "A message he'll remember."
"You d-d-dipshits have been reading w-way too many c-c-comics," said Grogan.
"Leave us alone," said Baron. "That's the message."
"Oh, okay." Grogan sneered, showing his oversized incisor fangs. "Whatever you r-retards say."
Baron sat down on Grogan's chest. "It's four of us against one of you."
"F-four retards," said Grogan.
Baron slapped Grogan in the face. "If you keep messing with us, we'll get you. Every time, we'll get you worse and worse."
The slap had knocked Grogan's head to one side. Slowly, he turned his head back to look up at Baron, eyes blazing with fierce hatred.
"You get to watch," said Grogan.
"Watch what?" said Baron.
"While I k-kill your retarded brother and sisters. I'll kill you l-last so you'll get to watch them d-d-die." With that, Grogan jerked his head up off the ground and spat at Baron.
The spit caught Baron on the forearm. He slapped
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