Mathew and Sarah were walking home holding hands, when Jessie and his two friends came running up from behind, snatching Mathew’s lunch box and carrying Sarah off to the playground. Running to the top of the playground Jessie yelled “The Bandits attack again!”
Sarah screamed as she was dragged to the top of the slide, “Ahh! Mathew help me!” Matt was quick to react; he ran to a near by tree and pulled out his gun.
“Pow pow! Let her go you dirty rotten bullies!” The Bandits, Jessie, Tommy, and Timmy scurried off to better cover.
Mathew noticed Zak come up next to him, with his green and brown striped scarf hiding his face. “Don’t worry Matt; I’ll help get her back.”
“Um, thanks Zak. Why do you have a scarf on? It’s super hot today.”
Zak pretended he didn’t hear the question, “I’ll cover you on the right, and you go wide left to get Sarah down the slide.” With that he spun, took out his double finger pistols, and started shooting at Timmy and Tommy on the bridge. “Pow! Pow! Run Matt, run!”
Mathew did just as Zak told him; he ran wide left to a tree closer to the slides, but seeing Zak under more and more gun fire he started shooting too, drawing Tommy’s attention away from Zak.
“Bang Bang!”
“POW, POW pow! I gotcha, I gotcha!”
“Bang! No you didn’t! Bang bang!”
“Yes he did! You’re dead!”
“No I’m not! I have a force field!”
“Cowboys don’t have force fields!”
“Yes huh!”
“No, just ask Mr. Beecroft!”
“Well then I’m a cowboy from the future! Bang bang!”
After declaring himself a future cowboy, Matt made his move up the winding tube slide to where Sarah was being held hostage. After stumbling a slow assent he saw that Jessie was taking Sarah away to another part of his new bandit fortress.
Mathew quickly pulled out his double finger pistol, and aiming at Jessie yelled, “Let her go Jessie!”
“Do you really think you can hit me and not Sarah? Ha-ha you must be a lot better shot now from the last time we faced off,” mocked Jessie.
“Let her go. We didn’t do anything to you.”
“Say, why don’t we make this a bit funner Mattie-boy? Let’s race for her. Loser gets undie-hanged.”
Don’t do it Matt! Just shoot him! I trust you,” pleaded Sarah.
“Where are we racing to?” asked Mathew, slowly lowering his finger pistol.
“From the merry go round to the cafeteria and back.”
“You got your self a race.”
“No Matt just kill him right now!” Begged Sarah, but she wasn’t heard.
Jessie gave Sarah to Tommy and Timmy and met Matt at the starting line. The two racers mounted their horses. Zak counted down from five. “Five...four...three...two...one. Go!” They took off running like mad men. Everyone was clapping and cheering them on. Other kids came to join in the excitement of the rivalry. In the chaos, the boys seemed to forget all about Sarah. So, Sarah picked up her backpack, and walked home, leaving the boys to play their silly games. When the race was over and Matt declared the winner, they all looked around wondering where Sarah had gone. Searching the playground left to right, top to bottom, forward and back ward, Mathew was left scratching his head wondering where his damsel in distress had gone. After a minute or two of confusion the boys all agreed that the game was better without girls, and continued their running, shooting, jumping, shouting, rolling, till it came time to ride off into the sunset.
