Authors: Andy Griffiths
âHurry up, Andy!' says Dad.
âI'm trying to!' I yell, âbut the window is stuck.'
âJust break it!' pleads Dad. âI'll replace it later! We have to get those overalls!'
I can hardly see anything. The mud is washing off my hair and into my eyes. It must be even worse for Dad because all my mud is washing off me and down onto him. I wipe my eyes and try to work out how to break the window.
I'm just about to karate chop it when I hear a noise. A car is pulling up alongside us.
I look over my shoulder.
Uh-oh.
It's Mr Bainbridge. Dad's boss.
He's getting out of the passenger side of the car.
The car is being driven by Mrs Bainbridge.
âAndy?' says Mr Bainbridge.
âWho is that?' says Dad, turning around to see.
âNo!' I scream. âDon't turn around!'
But it's too late.
I teeter on his shoulders as he turns. Dad puts his hands up to steady me. I grab them.
âAagghh!' says Mr Bainbridge.
âAagghh!' says Dad.
âCover your eyes, dear!' yells Mr Bainbridge, running around to the driver's side of the car to stand in front of Mrs Bainbridge's window.
Now don't get me wrong, but I'm not too worried about the Bainbridge's seeing
me
in the nude. It's happened so many times now that it's almost routine, but I feel for Dad. This is his first time ever.
âSo this is where he gets it from,' says Mr Bainbridge. âLike father, like son!'
âI'm very sorry, Mr Bainbridge,' says Dad. âI know this seems highly irregular but I can assure you there is a very good reason . . .'
Mr Bainbridge puts up his hand.
âDon't waste my time and your breath,' he says. âAs you well know I am a man of high standards and I demand the same from my employees. I do not expect to come to work and find them naked, covered in mud and performing acrobatics in the driveway. I've come to expect this sort of behaviour from your feral son, but for a man of your age and in your position it is inexcusable! I will not tolerate it. You are fired.'
âBut Mr Bainbridge,' splutters Dad. âI . . . I . . . I . . .'
Poor Dad. He's struggling here. He's obviously not as used to making up excuses as I am.
âIt's okay, Dad,' I say âI'll handle this.'
I look down at Mr Bainbridge.
âYou can't fire my dad!' I say.
âAnd why not?' says Mr Bainbridge.
âBecause this isn't really happening,' I say.
âNot happening?' says Mr Bainbridge. âWhat are you talking about?'
âIt's a hallucination,' I say. âYou've been working very hard lately. We're just products of your confused mind. You should get back in the car, go home and have a good long lie-down . . .'
âThat'll do, Andy,' says Dad.
âDon't listen to him, Mr Bainbridge,' I yell. âHe's a hallucination. He doesn't know what he's talking about.'
âNo, Andy,' says Dad, âno more lies.'
Dad bends down and lowers me to the ground. He stands up straight, and faces Mr Bainbridge.
âMr Bainbridge,' he says, âI don't mind at all that you've fired me, because you've just saved me the trouble of quitting.'
Mr Bainbridge gasps in shock. So do I.
And so does Mrs Bainbridge, who is peeking out from behind Mr Bainbridge.
âYou see,' says Dad, âI realised something about myself this morning. I realised that I've been living a half-life. A safe life. A boring life. A life of too much responsibility and not enough fun. Not enough danger.'
What is Dad on about? Obviously the stress of being locked out of his house without any clothes on has driven him over the edge.
âDad,' I say, âdo you know what you're saying? Are you crazy?'
âYes,' says Dad, putting his arm around my shoulders. âI'm crazy all right. Crazy for life! I want to take more chances, climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sun-sets. Life's too short to waste, Andy. You, me, Mum and Jen â we're going to escape this rat-race. We're going to leave the city. We're going to live off the land â in the wild â in the raw.'
âWe are?!' I say.
âYes,' says Dad, sweeping his arm through the air. âWe don't need all . . . this! Come on, son, let's get out of here.'
âBut, Dad,' I say, âwhat about the overalls?'
Dad kneels down and picks up a fresh
handful of mud and starts slapping it all over himself.
âOveralls?' he says. âWho needs overalls when we've got mud?'
âBut the key,' I say. âWe haven't got the key.'
âWe don't need a key,' he says. âWe'll climb onto the roof and go down the chimney like we should have done in the first place! It'll be a challenge. And, more importantly, it will be fun!'
He slaps a few more handfuls of mud carelessly across his body and marches off down the drive, not even looking back.
It's stopped raining. The clouds have broken up and golden rays of light illuminate my dad, highlighting every muscle in his body. He looks stronger than I ever imagined he could.
Mr and Mrs Bainbridge are just staring, slack-jawed.
I give them a shrug and run after my dad.
Well, what else can I do?
I'm a little worried about how our new life is going to work exactly, and what Mum and Jen are going to think about it when they get back home, but speaking for myself, I think it sounds kind of fun.
Crazy, but fun.
WHAT PEOPLE SAID ABOUT
JUST TRICKING!
âMad, fun and way out there!'
DISNEY ADVENTURES
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THE AGE
âJust Tricking!
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WHAT PEOPLE SAID ABOUT
JUST ANNOYING!
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MAGPIES
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SUNDAY MAIL (Brisbane)
âThis boy needs some discipline!'
SUN-HERALD (Sydney)
âChildren aren't going to learn much of any benefit from this book â in fact, they may pick up a few tricks you wish they'd never learnt'
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JUST STUPID!
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VIEWPOINT
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STINKY STORIES
(illustrated by Jeff Raglus)
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THE AGE
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THE SUNDAY AGE
JUST TRICKING!
By Andy Griffiths
Illustrated by Terry Denton
Is this the right book for you?
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YES | NO | |
Do you ever pretend that you are dead to get out of going to school? | ||
Do you like to ring people you know and pretend to be someone else? | ||
Do you leave banana skins in the middle of busy footpaths? | ||
Do you own any of the following items: fake dog poo, rubber vomit, gorilla suit? | ||
Do you wish that every day could be April Fools' Day? |
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SCORE: One point for each âyes' answer. | |
3-5 | You are a practical joking genius. You will love this book. |
1-2 | You are a good practical joker. You will love this book. |
0 | You are not a practical joker You are what practical jokers call a âvictim'. You will love this book. |