chapter 34

sell us some junk

Joe was whistling in the dark woods, following Chief like they were on a Boy Scout hike, not being stalked by killer mafia guys. Chief couldn’t figure out if Joe was whistling because he was nervous or just plain nuts. 

Their trek felt like it was taking forever. The sky got darker and the woods got thicker. Chief walked into a branch and it snapped against his forehead. “Dahhh! That hurt!” 

Joe stopped singing. “Woah, Chief. I’m glad I’m not six-six!”

Chief pushed through the branches, cursing, then they burst through the woods into an open space. In front of them stood a tall chain-link fence, and on the other side of it was a huge pile of tires and all sorts of junk scattered everywhere. The fence stretched along the outskirts of the woods for as far as they could see. 

“This isn’t good,” Chief said. They had no idea where they were and no idea where they should go, and the two mafia guys were probably catching up to them. 

Joe, on the other hand, had his face pressed up against the fence like they had just stumbled into Disney World.

“What a cool place! Look at all that junk! I love junk! Wow, this is great!” 

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