Day CXlll

Up against the wall

     He was getting upset, because he couldn’t understand why the door wouldn’t open. He yanked it, but it wouldn’t move. Finally he opened his eyes, and smiled, he suspected a rat, and realized what happened. He pointed at us, and laughed.

     “Okay, okay ya bozoss, enough ah weady…open da damn doh ahweady, okay!

      “Haw haw haw! Hee, heee heeee!” Whooo who who who!”

     I had never seen him so pissed. Then stupid James went to the corner phone booth, and called him. Back then there was a corner phone booth just about every where.

      “Hello da! Is diz Giovanni Marokino?” he asked in a muffled voice, half laughing as he tried to disguise himself.

      “Ya stupid dummy, jest wait I’ll get my hands on ya James!” he responded.

     “Wat did he say, wat he say?” Joe yelled.

     “He knows it’s me, man, and he’s pissed.”

     “Ahhhh gimme det,  ya dummy!”

     “Ahhhhhhh Mistah Marokino, suh!”

     “Okay Joe, now I know it’s youses tree stooges, lemme outa hea!”

    He got scared, and handed it to me, but I put my hands up, I didn’t want any part that nonsense.

        “I don’t wants diz, man…samata witcha!” and I gave it back to James.

     “Sooo, look Marokino…we wants tree hunet dollas…Oh, an tree coitons a smokes, man…then we lets youse out!”

     “Look ya dummy, dat’s extoition, ya can goes to jail fodet!”

     At that moment two squad cars, lights flashing, silently slid right up to the phone both.

     “Git up against the wall, and spread em ya bozos!”

     They put the three of us up against the wall, and let John out.

     “Bwaaa who who who, oh man!” Joe was crying like a little pussy, “John, John, we wuz…jest hasing fun witcha, man, is all.”