Sky Surfing Skateboarder by Bill Myers

Author:Bill Myers
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Another Snub

Without a word, Junior Genius reached up to the table and grabbed the last and final skateboard. It looked just like the others . . . well, except for the two silver rockets strapped onto each side.

“What is it?” Wall Street asked.

“You are beholding my greatest invention to date. The world’s one and only . . . rocket-powered skateboard.”

“Cool,” Wall Street said.

Junior flipped up a hidden lid on top of the board and switched some switches, dialed some dials, and knobbed some knobs. Immediately, Ol’ Superboard began to hum.

“Way cool,” Wall Street repeated as she took a couple of steps backward. Of course, if it was so cool, I wondered why she was stepping backward, instead of forward. Must be girl’s intuition . . . either that, or memories of all my other misadventures.

“How does it work?” I asked.

“It is self-propelled by these two jets you see on either side,” Junior said.

“What are these three little buttons on top?” I asked.

“Those are your speed controls. This green is for traveling up to fifty miles per hour. And this blue is for traveling up to one hundred miles per hour.”

I nodded. “And this last button?” I asked. “This red one?” I started to reach for it, but he immediately grabbed my hand.

“That,” he said, “is the only button you must not use.”

“Why, ’cause it goes over one hundred miles per hour?” I asked.

“That and more.”

“No kidding.”

“Actually, we are currently unaware of its limitations. We are still experimenting with it, which is why it is the one button you must never touch.”

I nodded slowly and understood.

“Would you care to step onto it?” Junior asked.

I gave Mr. Musclez a look, and he nodded. I turned to Wall Street and she nodded, too, before taking another step backward. (Good ol’ Wall Street.)

Actually, I figured I couldn’t do that much damage just by stepping onto the board. And I would have been right, too, except (and there’s always an “except” in these situations) I accidentally stepped on my shoelace when I was stepping onto the board. Even that wouldn’t have been so bad, if I hadn’t performed my world-famous B. R. McDoogle trip—(“B. R.” as in: “Bone Rearranging”; “McDoogle” as in: “You know it’s going to hurt”). Actually, it’s a complex move, patented worldwide, that has taken me several books to perfect. Fortunately, it landed me on the board safely enough. Unfortunately, it also landed me on the little green button . . .

The little green button that sent Superboard shooting off at fifty miles per hour.

The good news was, I immediately fell off and didn’t break a single body part.

The bad news was, after

K-zinging

off one wall and

K-pinging

off another, Ol’ Superboard got kind of frisky and

K-rashed tinkle, tinkle, tinkled

through the one and only window.

“Sorry,” I said, giving a feeble shrug.

Junior just looked at the hole and shook his head in amazement.

“Everyone’s good at something,” I explained. “For me, it’s disasters.”

“Ve are zorry, Junior,” Mr. Musclez said.

Junior nodded.

“Pity. It vaz our vavorite board, too.”

“Well, then,” Junior said with a heavy sigh, “you are quite fortunate.

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