Friday’s Story #12
By: Keith
The Cookie Truck
By Keith Wilcox
Bobby and Alan stood in Bobby’s front yard. There was a gas station across the street. The two boys stood watching as a delivery truck pulled up to one of the pumps. As a man stepped out of the truck Bobby said to Alan, “You know that Deli down the street?”
“I know it.” said Alan.
“You like those cookies they sell, right?”
“I like them.” Alan was starting to get suspicious. “What about the cookies?”
“They get supplied by that truck right there.” Bobby was pointing to the delivery vehicle. “I’ve seen it outside the deli and I’ve seen that man wheeling in boxes of Magic Morsels cookies” Bobby motioned towards the guy pumping the gas.
“So?” Alan shrugged his shoulders. “Do you want to steal the cookies or something? I think you’ve been watching too many movies.”
“Listen, it’ll be easy. The truck comes every Monday. All we need to do is be there. When the guy opens the back door you throw a dirt clod at him. He’ll chase you, and I’ll sneak into the truck and take a few boxes of cookies!” Bobby looked a little crazy as he described his plan. Alan was hardly convinced.
“You mean I’m going to be the decoy? What if I get caught? Screw that!”
“Don’t be a wimp! If we pull this off we’ll have cookies for a month!” Bobby stared at Alan as if to say Duh.
Alan was skeptical, but he agreed to go through with it. He wanted cookies just as much as Bobby. He just hoped he didn’t get caught. Not to worry, he thought, I’m fast enough.
Monday came and their plan was put into action. Bobby and Alan were in the deli parking lot waiting for the truck. They waited a long time, but eventually the truck came. Bobby was hiding in a bush and Alan was waiting on the curb with a dirt clod in hand. As planned they waited for the guy to get out and unlatch the back of the truck. As he opened the door Alan threw the dirt clod. It struck the man right in the back of the head. He spun around, saw Alan and made chase. The plan was that Alan would run away towards the front of the truck, and he did. He bolted around the front of the truck. Bobby jumped out of the bushes and made straight for the opened back door. Alan ran all the way around the truck with the cookie man in hot pursuit. He made a full circle and almost ran straight into Bobby as he was climbing into the delivery truck. Alan extended his right hand and pointed into the truck as he ran by. The man, confused as to what was happening, turned his head and saw Bobby with a box of cookies in his hands. Alan kept on going, but now the man wasn’t chasing him anymore. He was after Bobby.
Alan jumped into the bush where Bobby had originally been hiding. He watched as the cookie guy dragged Bobby out of the truck and into the deli, presumably to ask the owner if he knew who Bobby was and where his parents could be found. Alan casually jumped out of the bush, picked up the box of cookies that Bobby dropped and went home. He left the cookies in the tool shed in his back yard because he knew he would be visited by the police and Bobby.
When the cops came, he simply said he had had a change of heart at the last second and couldn’t go through with the robbery. He fingered Bobby because he was scared of being blamed for the whole thing if he had gotten caught. For such a petty juvenile crime, the police gave him a stern lecture about following bad influences and such. His parents, of course, supported him. Alan was a good kid; he’d always been a good kid.
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Hahaha! Could this possibly be our Alan in the not so distant future? Smart!
To bad they didn’t get away with it.
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