Doctor Proctor's Fart Powder by Jo Nesbo & mike lowery

Author:Jo Nesbo & mike lowery
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2007-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

“Daddy!” Trym yelled.

Nilly started laughing, but Lisa grabbed his arm. “We have to get them down,” she said. “They might get hurt.”

“Okay,” Nilly said. “Let me just finish laughing first.”

And then he laughed some more. And when Lisa heard that, she couldn’t help but laugh, too. And all the neighbors who’d been woken up by the bang now opened their windows to peer out and see what caused it. They heard three things: people yelling “Mommy” and “Daddy,” people laughing, and a flapping noise that reminded them vaguely of … but that couldn’t be, could it? … yes, it was: a real marathon fart.

“If we’re going to rescue you guys, you’ve got to hurry up before the fart ends and do exactly what I say!” Nilly shouted up to Truls and Trym. “Understand?”

“Just get us down!” Truls yelled.

“Grandma! And Auntie!” screamed Trym.

“Lift your legs so your butt is pointing down toward the ground, and let go!” Nilly yelled. “Now, right away!”

Truls and Trym were so scared that they just did what Nilly told them. They let go. And then wafted down between the branches, pulling with them a bunch of leaves and acorns, and landing rather hard in a heap in front of Lisa and Nilly.

“Well?” Nilly asked, rolling the matchstick from one corner of his mouth to the other. “Do you guys want some more?”

“N-n-no,” Trym said.

“All right,” Nilly said. “That’ll be fifty cents, then.”

“Wh-what?” Trym said. “Did you hear that, Truls?”

But Truls hadn’t heard. He was lying on his back on the sidewalk, staring blankly up at the sky, blinking over and over again.

Trym dug down in his pants pocket and held out a dollar, which Lisa accepted.

“Well, gentlemen,” Nilly said, stuffing the matchstick into his back pocket. “The clock is ticking and unfortunately, Lisa and I have to get going.”

Nilly and Lisa started running. They made it onto the playground just as the bell rang.

“Hey, Nilly!” It was a boy whose face was vaguely familiar to Nilly. “Cool powder! You wanna come play soccer at Kålløkka after school today?”

“Nilly!” someone else yelled. “Børre and I are going to come buy more farters tonight. Do you want to come over to Børre’s afterward and play PlayStation or something?”

A girl came over to Lisa. “Some friends are coming over for pizza tonight. Can you come?”

Nilly and Lisa nodded in all directions and ran toward the door to the school.

“Can you believe it, Lisa?” Nilly whispered. “We’re popular. You’ll see—you’ll have a new best friend in no time.”

Lisa nodded slowly.

As they filed into the classroom along with everyone else, she tugged Nilly’s sleeve:

“Hey, Nilly, I’ve been thinking.”

“Yeah?” Nilly said.

Lisa smiled and looked down.

Nilly wrinkled his forehead. “What is it?”

Lisa opened her mouth and was about to say something. But then it was like she changed her mind and closed her mouth again. And when she opened it again, it was like she was saying something different from what she’d been planning to say originally.

“Well, I was thinking that it was strange that you happened to have a bag of fartonaut powder with you,” she said.

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