Travel Back In Time (Whiz Kids and Little House Mashup)

Chapter 2

1883

Richie opened his eyes and put a confused look on his face as he looked around. He was defiantly not in his bedroom, or 1983 for a matter of fact. "Ugh!" he said, frustrated. "Damn it, Ralf! Ugh! What happe-"

"Albert Ingalls! Watch that language of yours!" a woman called out.

Richie turned around to see an older lady with dark brown hair in a bun, strands of hair falling over her face. She had a broom in her hands and it looked like she was sweeping the deck she was standing on. He looked up and read the sign on the building. It read 'Oleson's Mercantile'. He looked back at the woman and replied, "huh?"

"Yes yooooouuuuuuu Albert," she exaggerated with a snotty attitude. "I saaaiiiiidddd, watch that language of yours!" She put down the broom and walked up to Richie. "I know you weren't taught to use your mouth that way." She looked up and down him. 'And what on God's earth are you wearing?!"

That's when Richie knew for a fact that he wasn't in the twentieth century. "I'm wearing clothes. And who are you?"

The lady swung her hands in the hair. "Boy, you know who I am. I'm Mrs. Oleson to yooooouuuuu." She tried to push on his glasses, but he backed up. "And what kind of spectacles are those?"

"Umm... they're glasses. Where am I?"

"Harriet!" a man's voice rang.

Mrs. Oleson turned around. "Oh, what now Nels?!"

An older man stepped out onto the porch and looked at the lady. "Nancy and Willie are in a fight... again, and it's your turn to break it up." He looked at Richie. "Oh, Albert." He scanned him too, with a puzzled expression written on his face. "Uhh, Willie wanted to ask you if you wanted to go fishing in a couple hours."

"Uhh..." Richie said, very confused. "I'm sorry, I don't know where I am right now."

"Oh, of course you do," Mrs. Oleson laughed. "But with those clothes and spectacles, you don't look like you're from this century."

Richie sighed. "Well, you got something right." He rubbed his eyes and looked around.

Mr. Oleson walked up to him. "Albert? Are you okay? You don't seem like yourself today."

"Why do you to keep calling me Albert?! My name is Richie... Richie Adler."

Mrs. Oleson pressed her lips together. "Oh, you poor poor boy. Nels, I think he hit his head or something."

"No!" Richie snapped. "I didn't hit my head and I'm perfectly normal! Listen, I don't know how I got here or where I am." He glanced around him "Is there a phone I can use? I gotta call my mom, Alice, Ham, and Jeremy."

"Who are those people? More pen pals?" Mrs. Oleson questioned.

Richie repeated his question. "Do you have a phone I can use?!"

"Of course," Mr. Oleson stated. "Almost everyone in this town has one. Do you not have one yet?"

"Oh Nels, of course they don't have a telephone yet. They are too poor to afford one."

"Harriet!" Mr. Oleson snapped. "That is not a nice thing to say and you know it."

Richie shook his head in disbelief. "Of course I do. But I don't even know where I am or what the fucking year is, and so I don't know what to do!" he nearly cried.

Mr. Oleson back away a little in shock. Everyone knows not to cuss, especially the Ingalls.

"Uh... I think you are confusing both of us a little bit Albert. So whatever little scheme of yours that you are playing, you better cut it out," Harriet said, holding her chest.

"Ugh, please!" Richie said, cupping his head in his hands for a moment. "Can I please just use a god damn phone or at least tell me how far away I am from Calabasas California?"

Mr. Oleson finally gave in. "Sure, you can use our telephone."

"Thank you," Richie sighed, showing a small smile. He followed Mr. Oleson into their store and into the living room. When he saw what the phone looked like, he sighed and did an equation in his head. Oh my god, I'm in the late 1800's aren't I? Can this day get any worse? he thought. He picked up the phone thingy and held it up to his ear, turning the dial. He was going to call his mother first and tell her what had happened and then call Alice, Ham, and Jeremy. He dialed 311-555-2200.

"Umm, Albert?" Nels interrupted. "You don't need that many numbers."

Oh shit, I forgot. Telephones back then didn't have numbers like now-a-days, he thought. He hung up the phone and sighed knowing that there was no hope of ever getting back to the twentieth century.