“Bike thieves”, he whispered, “right here in the middle of the park, hidden up in a tree!”
No one seemed to notice him, so he climbed back down to a lower branch and started thinking about what he had to do to get his bike back.
His brain was working rapid fire coming up with ideas and tossing them out as impractical. Finally, he thought of three possible ideas.
First, he could climb back up and steal his bike back. That wouldn’t work though because the guys up in the tree were all bigger than he was.
Second, he could round up all his friends but, even with all of his friends they probably couldn’t overpower those guys and force them to give him his bike back.
“I’ll go to Uncle Jim; he’s a police officer.”
“But wait, he’s going to want proof!”
He reached into his pocket for his “Emergency Only” phone.
“It has a camera, and this is an emergency.”
He climbed back up very slowly, took out his phone and took several shots of the tree house workshop and the thieves. One of the thieves must have heard the little shutter sound the camera made, because one of them turned and started toward him.
Elwood flew down so fast he almost fell, then he ran toward the police station as fast as he could. But, he tripped on his still untied shoe lace and did the most splendid face plant ever seen in all of history and nearly knocked himself silly.
“Ok, another dumb move!” His head was spinning round, and he saw all sorts of blinking lights.
“I really need to tie that shoe.”
“There he is!” came a voice from the bike thieves tree.
Elwood looked and saw two huge boys running toward him, and they did not look like they wanted to help him.
Without getting his shoe tied, he jumped up and headed for the police station again. When he got to the street, the light at the crosswalk was red, and a lot of traffic was whizzing by.
“There he is just waiting for us!”
Elwood turned and saw the two boys running hard after him.
“Uh oh! I better get going somewhere!”
Elwood ran to the left. The police station was down that direction anyway, and he could cross the street when it was clear.
After running two blocks without tripping, he saw the police station across the street. He looked both ways, saw that the traffic was clear enough for him to cross the street.
He crossed without tripping and was almost in front of the police station when the two bigger boys caught up to him. Each grabbed an arm and jerked him to a stop.
The one on his right said, “No you don’t twerp! You’re not gonna squeal on us!”
The one on his left pulled him around so he was facing away from the station, put his face right in front of Elwood’s. “Yeah, because if you do, we’ll pound you to a bloody pulp.”
Just then a voice came from behind him. “Is there some sort of trouble here boys?”
It was Uncle Jim’s voice!
The first boy stiffened. “Oh, no . . . officer . . . sir, we were just . . .”
Elwood wrenched himself out of the boys grasp and turned around, “Oh yes, there is Uncle Jim!”