We were watching ET with Nate. ET had died, and come back to life. Elliot and the other boys had stolen the ambulance, ditched it for their bikes and were being chased by police cars and fire trucks. "Trucks!" Nate pointed out to us. "Trucks!" He loves trucks.
"Yes, trucks. But, shh. Watch." He hushed and starred memorized b
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ET and the boys on their BMX bikes. They zigzagged this way and that,
dodging the police at every turn. Then, when they thought they escaped
and could take ET home, men on foot burst in behind them, snatching at
their shirts and hoodies, just missing them. Police cars and trucks
closed all exits. The gig was up. Escape impossible. Officers, with
guns at the ready, closed in.
"Oh, no trucks!" Nate yelled.
"Watch." We said, and just then, ET's great big glowing heart caused the boys on their bikes to fly over the blockade and escape. "Look, Nate, they're flying!"
Excited, and jamming his words together, Nate yelled, "Fucko!"
"What?" Barb and I asked shocked.
"Da Fucko!" Nate yelled again and pointed to ET and the boys as they flew past the men with guns, over the street lights, up past the setting sun and into the woods.
See, I told you. "Fucko" does not mean what you think. It means, according to Nate: Flying past trucks on your bicycle with an alien in your basket.
"Oh, no trucks!" Nate yelled.
"Watch." We said, and just then, ET's great big glowing heart caused the boys on their bikes to fly over the blockade and escape. "Look, Nate, they're flying!"
Excited, and jamming his words together, Nate yelled, "Fucko!"
"What?" Barb and I asked shocked.
"Da Fucko!" Nate yelled again and pointed to ET and the boys as they flew past the men with guns, over the street lights, up past the setting sun and into the woods.
See, I told you. "Fucko" does not mean what you think. It means, according to Nate: Flying past trucks on your bicycle with an alien in your basket.
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