My Daddy "The Fonz"

Chapter 9/Part 4: The ACTUAL Party (second half)

The whole class cheers then looks at Franklyn. Franklyn starts to squirm backward, further into his corner. "I-I'd rather not. I-I'll tell on you! My dad is a cop! Yeah, he can beat all your asses!" What? I can't believe he would say such a naughty word!

Everyone gasps at this.

I watch Daddy as he shakes his head at him and starts to hand out the water balloons to each of my classmates. I have to say, this is a long time coming. That meanie deserves every drop of water that gets spilled on him. Daddy winks at me as he gives me my balloon, then he bends down to my ear. "When I say the number three in my countdown, I want you to throw, okay? Be the first so you can show that kid who's boss, and be the leader for the other kids to follow suit. Show 'em all what justice looks like. Got it?"

I nod as my Daddy messes my hair. He gives me a silly smile as he passes out the rest of the balloons. "Okay everyone. Do NOT start throwing yet. You have on my count of three. At one, I want you to throw them all at once. You have four each, so this kid is gonna be sopping wet by the end of this."

"Uh, Fonz? Shouldn't we put a tarp down under the boy? Your floor's gonna be soaking," Joanie warns.

Daddy stops to think about it. "I guess you're right, squirt. Um..." Daddy starts to look around for some sort of tarp, but he comes up empty. "Guess I'll just use some towels and this here tablecloth." Daddy eyes the table with all our food on it and, with one whip of his arms, clears the table of the cloth without even moving the food an inch. Amazing. He is the coolest man there ever was. That's my dad. He then hands the cloth and some towels to Joanie so she can lay them all out. I'm surprised that Franklyn hasn't moved a muscle yet. I guess he never was a coward. Why would he be one now? If I was him, I know I would be running away by now.

"Okay, everyone, get your hands up, ready? On my count down–three..." Daddy stares at me and nods his head in Franklyn's direction.

Oh...It's my turn. I forgot. I wind my hand back as far as I can, but instead of hitting the bully, I just knock his dunce hat completely off. All the kids laugh, and I can feel my face go red.

Daddy shakes his head. "That's okay...Alright, everyone...two–wwwwwwww-ONE!"

Everybody throws their balloons so fast that I don't even get mine done. I'm the last one to get them thrown. Oh well. At least Franklyn is soaked from head to toe.

The kids in the front row start to call Franklyn names like "lard butt," and other stuff, and before Daddy could get Franklyn dried off, he starts crying and running out the door. Joanie gives Daddy a sad look and runs after the bully. Daddy stands still for a second but then follows Joanie out. "Stay put, kids. I'll be right back."

"Whoa, Bobby, your dad is so cool!" I hear one of the boys shout.

"I can't believe he put Franklyn in his place like that," Another boy yells.

Some of the girls laugh. "Yeah, serves him right," a freckly, red-head girl says.

I look at the floor and can't help but feel bad. Maybe there was a better way. I didn't realize we would make Franklyn cry. I didn't even know he COULD cry.

Fonzie's POV:

"Arthur, how could you? To a little boy? Come, Franklyn, let's get you dried off. Then I'll call your parents. How dreadful." I hate that look she gives me. Mrs. C always sends daggers of pure guilt into me with those eyes. Just one look is all it takes.

"I'm sorry, okay? But the kid deserved it. Every bit of it. He's a nerd. He's been bullying Bobby and other kids for far too long. He had to be taught a lesson," I try to explain.