Crackdown

Note: Trifecta: Week Eighty-Six has posted their latest word challenge: crack, on which you must write a story between 33-333 words using the third definition listed: “3a : a narrow break : fissure   b : a narrow opening “

Crackdown (333 words)

TrifectaLenny and Verne disliked having babysitters. Moreover, they hated being babysat by Grand Uncle Vern, whom Verne was named after. He didn’t like children, but he was available and that was good enough for their working mother.

Lenny and Verne viewed Guv, as he had come to be known, like a mission. A spy mission to be exact: double agents out to reclaim the loot from the crooked overlord.

Today the loot was a pack of Little Debbie swiss rolls their mom had left for them. It was customary for the overlord to eat the spoils, arguing that it would ruin their dinner.

“Growing kids need corn and milk,” he once decried, as remnants of corn-less crumbs fell from his mouth.

Now, they waited for some time for Guv to get tired. Lenny, who was older, advised using walkie-talkies on this covert mission. Verne stuck her head out of the hallway and peered into the living room where Guv was sprawled out in an armchair facing the kitchen.

There were two good factors about Guv that made their missions possible. One, he loved television and two, he was lazy and often passed out while watching the former.

There was a third element, but it was not good. Even while sleeping, Guv’s eyes remained slightly open. The kids could never tell from the crack in either eye if he was out or in; if it was a rescue mission or one to abort.

With scrambled eggs for breakfast, the risk was necessary. They wanted those chocolate rolls more than ever. Verne would make the first move by crawling low across the carpet towards the kitchen.

She scurried across like a mouse. Nothing happened, Guv had remained still. Lenny moseyed along with confidence and just as he was about to cross the threshold he jumped.

“Looking for these,” said Guv as he held the box of cakes above his head.

Verne popped out of the kitchen.

“Little Debbie – over and out,” said Lenny.

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20 Responses to Crackdown

  1. Lewis Cave says:

    That’s a lot of work for chocolate rolls. Had it been Twinkies I would have been ready to fight. Great story.

  2. Anonymous says:

    Sounds like my childhood. Loved your story

  3. Gabriella says:

    Lovely story and I took an instant dislike to Guv!

  4. jannatwrites says:

    Well, of course they had to stop him…and save their swiss rolls. He needs to learn that you don’t mess with chocolate!

  5. Bryan Ens says:

    Great story. Guv’s a first class jerk!

  6. flatfroghaiku says:

    Haha, those kids were Guv’nered good and proper!

  7. mairzeebp says:

    I once ate an entire bag of mini Snickers that my mom had hidden. It felt like treasure and I was triumphant until my stomach began to ache. I wasn’t able to eat a Snickers for a year. I’ve since found my way back to their delicousness :). Thanks for linking up! ~Mary Beth

    • Shainbird says:

      I’m glad for your return, the road to chocolate is not the one least traveled. 🙂 But don’t you hate how commercials insist it’s a female thing?! Chocolate knows no gender!

  8. Draug419 says:

    I’d risk fire and brimstone for swiss rolls, hell yes.

  9. kallanannie says:

    You’ve done a great job painting Gov in just a few words, greedy thing that he is. In his defence, though–swiss rolls!!

  10. Dang it! I wanted them to win! Haha. Very well written. The children were instantly likable and I became invested in their mission.
    My response to the prompt: http://www.aliciaaudrey.com/blog/trifectaprompt-crack/

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