One Shot - Mikey Walsh

2|I didn't touch it!

"𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆."

Mikey shot up hearing the door open "Oh hi mom!" He says, shoving the statue behind his back so she wouldn't see it. "Hi mom." Brand greets. "Hi, Hi." Chunk states nervously. She looks at the broken screen door. "I see Data dropped by." Her saying this caught his attention. "Hi Mrs Walsh how are you?" Data shouts. "Hi Mrs Walsh." Mouth and Tara wave at the same time. "Boys, and girl this is Rosalita. Rosalita is going to help us with packing just until my arm gets better." Mrs Walsh introduces the stranger next to her. "Ole!" Mikey shouts. "Hola." Mouth greets. "Rosalita doesn't speak a word of English and I know some of you have taken some Spanish in school.." Mouth interrupts her. "Mrs Walsh I speak perfect Spanish, and it it's any help to you i'd be glad to communicate with Rosalita." He smiles mischievously. "You're a lifesaver Clarke com with us will you?" Mrs Walsh asks.

Mouth puts his hands together in a prayer like position and states in an innocent tone. "Why certainly Mrs Walsh." He follows the two women with a wicked grin on his face proving he was up to no good. "Mikey! No more potato chips. Hello Irvine... Mikey honey..." "It's Brand ma." Brand states pulling himself up so his mom could get past. After they were gone Tara turns to Mikey and Chunk, who had filled his mouth with potato chips. Tara shakes her head at Chunk then watches as Mikey tried to fix the statue. "You think your mom's gonna notice?" Chunk asks with his mouth full so no one could understand. "What?" Mikey question. "Do you think your mom's gonna notice?" He says again adding something on the end that Tara couldn't quite understand. "I wonder if she'll notice." Mikey thinks out loud. "That's what I said!" Chunk exclaims. "Of course she'll notice she notices everything." Mikey snaps back. Meanwhile, upstairs Mrs Walsh was showing Rosalita around and getting Mouth to translate sentences that she doesn't know Mouth changed completely.

Tara runs into the kitchen and looks through the drawers. "Tara? What are you doing?" Brand questions as she tries to find the glue she was looking for. "Gotcha!" She cheers and rushes into the living room and hands the glue to Mikey. "This might help ya know." Tara states sarcastically. Chunk tries to glue the missing piece back on the statue. "Look. How's that? How's that?" He asks proud of himself. "Oh my god." Tara laughs. "Oh you idiot you glued it on upside down." Mikey laughs. "You dork. If god made us to do it that way you'd all be pissing in your faces!" Brand mocks. "Looks fine to me." Chunk says, astonished.

Soon Mouth, Mrs Walsh and Rosalita come down the stairs. "You are so fluent in Spanish. That was so nice of you." Mrs Walsh praises Mouth, ruffling his hair. "Nice is my muddle name, Mrs Walsh." Mouth responds pulling his comb out and brushing his hair back into place. "I'm taking Rosalita to the the supermarket. Now listen..." She starts but Data cuts in. "Hi, Mrs Walsh." He says again. "I'm going to be back in an hour. Mikey, I want you kept inside. Brand, if he's coming down with asthma I don't want him out in the rain." She tells her oldest son. "He should be put in a plastic bubble." Brand maliciously states earning a slap on the shoulder from his mom. "I'm serious Brandon, that's not funny. If he takes one step outside then you are in deep, absolutely the deepest, ah deep." She stammers to find a word to say. "Shit ma." Brand finishes for her. "I don't like that language, but that's exactly what you'll be in. And you Dotta." "Data." "Data, use the back door from now on okay?" She says making the boy look down disappointed. "Alright." He agrees.

Mrs Walsh stops looking over at Mikey, Chunk and Tara. "What is that?" She questions mortified, pointing in the direction of the statue. "Ah shit what?" Chunk states nervously, thinking she'd noticed the statue. "What is that? That is a mess I want it cleaned up guys." She was pointing back to the chips on the floor. "Oh, yeah sure." Chunk agrees relieved that she hadn't noticed the broken ornament. "You got it!" Mouth exclaims. "One hour kids and i'll be back. Bye baby." She kisses Mikey on the head. "Bye Mrs Walsh." Mouth says a grin on his face. "Bye." Chunks says. "Bye mom." Brand states. "Adios Senorita." Mouth says wickedly waving at Rosalita. Mrs Walsh left with Rosalita looking terrified behind her. Brand grabs Mikey and pulls him across his lap. "You want a breathing problem? You've got one." Tara watches in amusement as Mikey struggles to get out of Brand's grip. "Hey guys. What's your dad going to do with all that stuff that's in the attic?" Mouth asks Mikey. "He's going to give it back to the museum, or whoever they pick to be the new assistant, curly or kerney." "Curator." "That's what I said!" Mikey exclaims.

"Hey, wait a minute guys. What if there's some stuff up there for us. Maybe there's some stuff we can keep from the oldsiders. Maybe there's some rich stuff." Mouth shouts at the end of his sentence. "Rich stuff." Tara echoes standing up excitement bubbling in her chest. "No, No you guys." Mikey tries to stop everyone as they rush up the stairs. "Food! Lots of food." Chunk almost drools at the thought of it. "Food! Lot's of food.. Big Macs." Chunk says again, everyone else is exclaiming about rich stuff. "That's my dad's responsibility, you guys. The museum has a list of it somewhere. You guys listen to me, damn it. That's his stuff." Mikey shouts trying to stop his friends. Everybody climbs up to the attic looking around at all the cool stuff. "Hey look at this. I didn't know dad had all this stuff up here." Brand says in wonder as he looks at everything. "AH great. Look at that neato." Chunk exclaims. Tara looks around the place and comes across an old chest. She opens it and finds a crown, and an old gown. Smiling she puts the crown on her head. "Hey come on guys. This is my dad's place. He doesn't want you up here. You heard what my mom said to the house keeper about not wanting anybody up here." Mikey says.

Mouth walks over to Mikey and puts his arm around his shoulder. "Mikey, I can't believe you have something this cool in your house." Mikey walks away shouting at everyone else. Meanwhile, Tara was carefully putting the gown on, looking down she twirls and giggles. "Mouth when you drop something put it back up!" Mikey trails off. "Hey wait a second." He whispers, Tara noticed the zero shouting of Mikey. She looked over to see him with something in his hands. "Whatcha got there?" Tara questions sinking down next to him. "Whoa, is that a map?" She asks again looking over his shoulder. Mikey noticed her reflection in it and saw the crown on her head. He turned to see her looking like an old school princess. "Wow." He says quietly, awestruck. "What? Does it look bad?" Tara ask self-consciously. "No it looks great." Mikey smiles at her. "Thank you." Tara smiles back, red dusting her cheeks. "CHUNK!" Mikey shouts. "I didn't touch it." "I know you didn't touch it get over here." Mikey says. "Hey Chunk, hold this." Tara says, handing Chunk the map.

Chunk starts rambling on about how cool the attic is whilst Mikey and Tara count down how long it'll take for Chunk to break the glass. Crash. Chunk dropped it breaking the glass. Mikey picked it back up shaking the glass away so he wouldn't cut himself accidentally. "Hey Mike found a map." Chunk calls out. "Is that a map?" Brand questions, making Tara roll her eyes. "No it's a drawing of a map to find lost pennies." She mocks, earning a shove from Brand. "Look, look it says 1632 is that a year or something?" Chunk asks. "No it's your top score on pole position." Mouth remarks. "Yes it is a year, Chunk. Look Data it's a map of our coast line." Mikey states. Brand points to a certain point of the map. "What's all that Spanish junk right there?" "Who knows?" Data responds to the question. Tara focuses on the map seeing if she could try and put the sentences together.

"Mouth, mouth, you said you can translate. Translate, right there." Mikey points to the part of the map in Spanish. "Yeah translate it." Chunk echoes. "Ye, intruders beware, crushing death and grief soaked with blood of the trespassing thief." Mouth translates out loud. "Wow." Tara whispers."