Action Packed Summer

Part 2

Halfway through the meal, Archer nudged Hunter in the ribs.

“Look, its some them people we freaked out with the wardrobe prank. Quick, duck, they’re looking this way!” he said and he shoved his brother down and the rest followed.

Ana peered around her seat.

“It’s okay, they’re looking at the food!”

She heard a bump and then swearing from the other side of the table. “Crap! That flipping hurt! Bloody table!”

And Bowman came into view above the edge of the table, rubbing the crown of his head, eyes watering.

“Bowman! Language!” cried Ana, through her laughter.

Bowman frowned at her.

“You’re a mean sister, laughing at my misfort-” he started to say, but he was cut off by Archer, who nodded to the table in front of him, and the family (the one with the kids that saw the wardrobe prank) who were now sitting down there.

His artic blue eyes (just like his sisters) had an artful gleam in them.

Archer picked up his fork and impaled on of his meatballs.

Aiming it carefully he flicked the meatball backward, then forward.

The others looked wide-eyed at the meatball as it flew through the air. Archer had already hid his and Ana’s plate.

The meatball splatted onto the plate of Swedish tapas belonging to the man.

The man turned around angrily but Archer was talking earnestly to Hunter.

The man turned back around suspiciously. Archer sneakily forked another meatball and took aim again.

The others didn’t know but he was aiming to get it down the man’s collar. He flicked it and this time it was perfect.

The meatball bounced off the man’s head slightly and then rolled down his back.

A line of sauce appeared through the cotton of the shirt.

Slowly and menacingly the guy turned around but the group were already off, Hunter talking urgently to his mother on the phone.

“Fifteen minutes? Ok Aunt Lucy, meet you by the car!” and he hung up.

The group turned to see the man doing a sort of funny dance, attempting to rid his shirt of the meatball.

His kids were laughing wildly and hysterically, he wife, trying not to laugh. She at least, he a sense of humour.

The man turned around during his dance and saw them and shook his fist in rage. The exited sharpish.

They were on their way when Bowman stopped them. Hang on, I’m buying this!” he said, holding up a rainbow colour fluffy snake. The others rolled their eyes at him.

“Aren’t you a little old for cuddly snake toys, Bowman?” asked Hunter, exasperated. Bowman shook his head and when to the tills to purchase his snake.

A ten minutes later Bowman came out and met the rest at the car.

“What took you so long?” questioned Ana. Bowman shrugged.

“I needed the loo. You got to go when you got to go. Plus, we have the hike next, and I don’t want to go in the undergrowth. It’s not a pleasant prospect!” he answered, clambering into the car, “And its beggars belief if I went in the undergrowth someone would come across me!” The others laughed.

“Everyone buckled up?” asked Lucy, as she pulled away.

Everyone nodded, then Archer said, “Um, Aunt Lucy, I kind of need the loo.”

Then Hunter said, “Same actually, can you pull back?”

Aunt Lucy sighed and reversed back into the space.

“Right, your all going. Go back inside and go. Now! Five minutes or I’ll abandon you all.  Everyone except Bowman clambered out the car. Bowman had a smirk on his face

. “And they thought they were so smart!” And started stroking his snake’s head, like an evil mastermind.