Chapter 9: Traveling Along the Way
Manny walked through a parking lot of the pool, with Sid running behind. “Come on, Manny.” begged Sid, getting in front of him. “Please, I’m begging you, I need him.” “What, a good looking guy like you?” asked Manny, trying to get Sid to leave.
“You’re just saying that, but you don’t really mean it.” Sid replied spitefully.
“No seriously, look at you. Those ladies don’t even stand a chance with such a handsome dude.”
Sid could tell he was trying to get him to leave. “You have a really cruel sense of humor, you know that?”
“Hey, don’t let me cramp your style.” said Manny. Sid took the baby out of his grasp. “Oh thanks Manny, you’re a pal.” He shook hands with him. “You’re the best.”
“Without the baby.” Manny took the baby from Sid’s arms and walked off.
“Manny, I need him.” Sid sighed, he was gonna have to manage without the baby. He walked back to the pool, grooming himself and walked over to the hot tub.
“So ladies?” said Sid, throwing off his sweatshirt and jumping into the hot tub. “Where were we?” However, the ladies were long gone, and there were two old friends in the hot tub.
“Carl?” asked Frank. “Easy, Frank.” replied Carl. The two growled. They had a score to settle. Sid screamed in fear, leapt out of the hot tub, threw his sweatshirt on, and sped out of the pool with the bikers after him.
Manny walked through the outskirts of the town, tossing and catching the baby. “So a pretty girl walks by, and suddenly he moves like a cheetah.” joked Manny. “And Diego, oh yeah, he’s a great tracker. Can’t even find his butt with both hands and a flashlight.”
He placed the baby on a rock. “What am I, their babysitter?” the baby looked at him. “What are you looking at, bone-bag?” he asked. The baby giggled at the nickname.
“Look, you’re probably gonna grow up to become the leader of a village.” said Manny. “Hah, I don’t think so. You’re not exactly what I expect. I mean, you’re only a baby, what’s so threatening about you?”
Sid ran through the streets, dodging through alleys and climbing over rubble. He ran near the outskirts of town and ran into Diego, who was sitting on the sidewalk, finishing up chicken wings he bought.
“Thank goodness.” said Sid. He turned around and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Oh No! I’m being attacked! Help! Help!” people on the sidewalk watched him as he was shouting, but seeing he wasn’t being attacked, went on their way.
“Where’s the baby?” asked Diego, wiping his hands with a napkin. “Oh he’s fine.” replied Sid. “Manny has him, put me in a headlock, quick, hurry!”
He turned around and cupped his hands around his mouth. “AHH! He got me! Help!”
“Get away from me.” said Diego, throwing away the bones and walking off. Sid listened and heard the bikers’ motorcycle rumbling. Panicked, he ran up and kicked Diego in the backside. Diego yelled in anger, grabbed Sid, and put him in headlock.
The bikers arrived on the scene and saw what happened. “Ah, Man!” complained Frank. Carl walked over. “Wait a minute.” Diego started sweating. Carl poked Sid with a stick. Sid summoned every ounce of strength, just to keep from laughing.
Carl threw the stick on the ground. “He’s dead alright.” The two bikers got on their bikes. “Man!” complained Frank. “These punks get to have all the fun!”
They rode off. Sid looked up. “Whew, I hate doing that to those guys.” He sighed. “But you know how it is.” He tried to get out Diego’s headlock, but Diego had it clinched in tight. “Okay, thanks, you can let go now.” Sid tried to pull Diego’s arm off him, but it stuck on like it was glued.
“Manny!” shouted Sid. Diego locked in even harder. “Manny!” Sid choked. Manny walked by with the baby in his arms. “Guys, I thought we were in a hurry.” He saw Diego with a headlock on Sid. “Hey, Diego, drop that. You don’t know where he’s been.”
Diego’s facial expression changed from anger to surprise. He dropped Sid from his headlock. Sid got up and brushed himself off.
“Boy,” breathed Sid. “For a second there I thought you were actually gonna kill me.”
“I don’t kill weaklings.” said Diego. “But for you kicking me, I might make an exception.” He threw on his rucksack and started walking after Manny.
“Would you?” asked Sid. “Hey, wait up!” he ran after Manny and Diego. They left the small town and started on the way.
(Now try to imagine the song “Send Me on my Way (By Rusted Root)” playing in the background.)
“Come on, Come on.” groaned Sid, trying to catch up to Manny and Diego. “Hey fellas!” shouted Sid, running after them. They stopped by a geyser and waited for him.
“Whew!” breathed Sid. “Thanks for waiting.” He flopped down on the geyser to rest. “Three, Two, One…” counted Manny and Diego. The geyser spurted out water and sent Sid flying in the air.
“Sure is faithful.” said Manny. Diego nodded. “I couldn’t agree more.” They started walking off. Sid did come back down, but he landed head first into the geyser.
Sid walked along, carrying the baby in his arms. The baby poked Sid in the throat. He didn’t mind. He poked again. Sid, deciding to play along, poked him in the throat gently. The baby poked back harder, and then Sid poked back harder and vicesa versea until they were both fighting. Diego and Manny were walking in front, hearing the whole commotion.
“Don’t make me come back there.” said Manny. “He started it!” protested Sid, still fighting with the baby. “I don’t care who starts it, because I’ll finish it!” Manny replied.
The group kept walking until they came to a road with a stoplight. The stoplight flashed red. Two tour buses filled with girls passed, all chattering and taking pictures. When the light flashed green, they crossed the street, but Sid, however, decided to follow the tour buses. Manny caught him by the sweatshirt. “Don’t even think about it.” he said, dragging a disgruntled Sid behind him.
They walked down a big chunk of ice they used as bridge, being held down by Manny. But when Manny stepped off, Sid was behind him, and the makeshift bridge sent him flying.
Sid, holding the baby, picked up a chunk of snow, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at Manny. It nailed Manny in the back of the head. Manny spun around to see the culprit, and Sid pointed to the baby. Manny shrugged, he could let it slide, once.
Diego walked by a makeshift sign, he stopped to read it, and a look of shock crossed his face. It read: “This way to half peak, signed Zeke.” Diego shook his head. Why am I not surprised, he thought. He saw Manny and Sid approaching, kicked down the sign and covered it with snow, then made a footprint in the ground. When Manny and Sid came over, no one was the wiser. “The humans are going this way.” Said Diego, pointed in the way of the makeshift footprint.
They crossed a frozen pond, where they ice skated for a little bit. However, Manny, being a giant, and Diego, never having skated before, were not prepared for ice skating. Sid however, was skating circles around Manny and Diego, all with the baby on his head.
Manny slid on the ice, trying to keep himself up. Sid skated around him. “Hi Manny.” he yelled while he skated around him. Manny, distracted, fell backwards on his butt. Luckily, the ice didn’t break. Diego was stuck on his knees, trying to get up, but no avail. Sid skated around Diego. “Hi Diego.” He laughed as he skated by him. Sid threw the baby in the air, did a perfect jump spin, and caught the baby. He should have looked where he was skating, however, because he crashed headfirst, got stuck in the ice wall, and sent the baby sliding on the ice by himself.
Manny picked up the baby then walked off the ice rink with Diego following behind. “Hey Sid.” said Manny, while watching Sid try to pull himself out of the ice wall.
“You’re lost aren’t you?” asked Manny. “We should have got a map.” “We don’t need a map.” replied Diego. “I have a good sense of direction.” They passed a small camp, where a guard was sitting outside, guarding the entrance and twiddling with thumbs. “Ask him for directions.” said Manny, pointing at the guard. The guard looked up from twiddling his thumbs. “I don’t need directions.” protested Diego. “Fine, I’ll ask him.” replied Manny. He walked forward to the guard.
“Hey, buddy, have you seen a couple of villagers around here?” asked Manny. The guard, who was a mute, shook his head. He then held three fingers, signifying he was trying to tell them three words.
Sid stepped forward, carrying the baby. “Hey, I love this game.” said Sid, who loved a good game of charades. “Okay, go ahead.” The guard held up his fingers, then held up one finger.
“Three words, first word.” Sid and Manny watched as the guard made different gestures and movements. “Pack!” guessed Manny. The guard nodded. “Good one Manny.” commented Sid. “Pack of-” the guards made sword swinging and knife swinging gestures. “Swords… and Knives.” Diego’s hand grasped one of the knives in surprise, this guy was trying to tell about the Sabers.
“Pack of bandits, Pack of thieves…” Sid and Manny guessed. They talked to themselves about the right answer. The guard walked over and started pointing at Diego, but Manny and Sid were too busy conversing among themselves what the answer was.
Diego quickly looked around, winded up his right fist, and delivered a quick jab that knocked out the guard. He hid the knockout guard behind a rock. Manny and Sid looked up from their guessing and looked around.
“Hey, where did he go?” asked Sid, confused at how the guard disappeared. “He, uh… didn’t want to play the game anymore.” Diego lied. “I guess he got bored of your guessing.”
Manny looked at Sid and shrugged, and they both continued walking. Diego looked down at the knocked out guard, he wasn’t gonna be happy when he woke up.
Manny walked along, watching Diego upfront. Sid, who was behind them, looked down at the fresh snow and then at Manny. He set the baby on a rock, picked up a chunk of snow, and hurled it at Manny. The chunk hit Manny in the face and he turned around angrily.
The baby pointed at Sid and he smiled nervously. Manny picked up a large pile of ice and sent it flying right on top of Sid. Sid lay in a heap of snow, with an occasional arm or leg sticking out. Manny smiled. “Now we’re even.”