SAM’S TERRIBLY DANGEROUS TRIP TO SCHOOL.
Once upon a morning Sam woke up ready for another boring day of school. Everyday was always the same. Cornflakes, clothes, clean teeth, car, city and classroom. He got up, went to the table where his family were already crunching their cornflakes.
“Top of the morning son,” said his Dad as he did every day.
“Ready for another WONDERFUL day my darling?” chirped his Mum as she did every day.
“Shove a big pole up your nose nincompoop.” snarled his sister like she did every day.
“Ruby!” chorused his Mum and Dad like they did every day.
“Ink-on-poo” said baby Daisy.
Sam reached for the box of cornflakes and tipped them into the same grey bowl he ate from every day. Sighing he grabbed the milk, about to pour it on to his cornflakes. But as he looked down he realised his old grey bowl was writhing with brilliant blue scorpions.
“Leaping Lamingtons” squeaked Sam, dropping the milk on the edge of the bowl, flipping scorpions all over the family.
“My nose!” screamed Ruby as a vicious scorpion stung her right on the snozer.
“#&*$%&%$*” said Dad brushing scorpions from his moustache as they swarmed up his nostrils.
“Daisy!” hollered Mum leaping onto the table, snatching up Dad’s newspaper and expertly fashioning it into a paper sword. She ruthlessly Ninja-ed the scorpions to death before they stung her baby.
“Right” she said, climbing off the table and sweeping the scorpions off into the bin “Clean teeth, clothes and car.”
Sam pretended to brush his teeth as quickly as possible and scrambled into his old school clothes.
“MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMM!” Ruby wailed as she ran down the stairs into the kitchen. Her nose was as swollen and red as a clown’s that had been blown up with a bicycle pump.
“Your face looks like a baboon’s bottom.” said Sam helpfully
“Well YOUR face looks like a squashed cupcake with sprinkles.”
“Cut it out you two and get in the car” growled Dad, “We’re running late”
“I can’t possibly go to school with my face like this” pleaded Ruby.
“You go to school with it like that MOST mornings.” muttered Sam.
“Muuuum” complained Ruby.
“Ok dear, you can have the day off.”
Sam trudged to the car furious that his sister had escaped another boring trip to school.
“The wheels on the bus go round and round…” sang Dad trying to keep Daisy entertained as they crawled another slow couple of centimetres.
Sam pressed his forehead against the car window and gazed at a crane towering above the city.
“I wish that crane could lift us out of this traffic,” joked Dad from the front seat.
Suddenly, the crane lurched towards them, swinging its hook into the roof racks of the car and before Sam could even say “Leaping lamingtons” they were flying.
“Hope those roof racks hold,” said Dad.
“That’ll be the roof racks going Dad,” said Sam
“Ooof-ax,” said Daisy
“Agggh…”screamed Sam and Dad as the car plummeted to the concrete below.
SQUELCH! Went the car as it landed in the wet cement.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK went the fast drying cement as it instantly hardened, locking the car in an unbreakable grip of death.
“What’s in your pockets son?” Dad enquired with grim determination.
“A giant paperclip, an old hairy lolly and two rubber bands,” said Sam doubtfully
“Perfect,” said Dad as he produced a couple of coins and a lighter.
Slipping the coin into the paperclip he started heating up the coin with the lighter.
“Catapult,” he barked at Sam pointing at the two rubber bands.
“How in the world am I going to make a catapult out of two rubber bands?” thought Sam.
Shake, shake, shake came a sound beside him,
“Shush Daisy I’m thinking said Sam.
Shake, shake, shake.
“Brilliant!” said Sam “I can use your rattle to stretch the rubber band over. Why didn’t you tell me before Daisy?”
“Attle” said Daisy.
Two seconds later Dad was firing red hot coins at the window which shattered with the force and the heat allowing them to scramble outside.
“Five to nine,” said Dad we can make it if we run.
As they ran up the final hill towards school (Dad clutching Daisy under his arm like a footy) Sam saw the Mona fire organ straddling the zebra crossing. He had loved visiting this giant, two storey, fire-breathing, musical sculpture at the Mona festival but what on earth was it doing here?
“Murgh ah blurgh” said the giant organ as it blew fire.
“Murgh ah blurgh” said Daisy as Dad swept them to safety behind the crossing flags.
As the fire organ lumbered around searching for them, Daisy pulled a scorpion from her nappy.
“Orpion!” she shouted flinging the scorpion at the fire organ.
“Bluuuuurgh” moaned the fire organ incinerating the scorpion. Sam grabbed his water bottle to put the scorpion out but when the water hit its smouldering carapace the scorpion’s shell exploded with light, swelling 200 times its normal size.
“Leaping Lamingtons!” Sam and Dad whimpered as the scorpion and fire organ engaged in a fight to the death.
“Quick, while they are at it, we may as well get you to school Sam,” whispered Dad.
They tiptoed to the gate and then Sam let out a groan.
“STUDENT FREE DAY MONDAY” Dad read aloud.
“Day” said Daisy as the fire organ crashed to the ground and the giant scorpion limped away to lick its wounds.
“Nice day for a walk then,” said Dad
“Leaping Lamingtons” grumbled Sam.
By Claudia and her parents.