*********Meanwhile on Will's Wild Goose Chase ****************

Whistling through his fingers, Will signaled the second wave. Immediately the school children dispersed as a sound of thunder rocked the playground, heralding the onslaught of…the Stallions pee-wee football league. Fresh from the field, armed in full contact apparel, the junior jocks smeared the martial arts masters in a piggy pile of impractical proportions.

Despite his fortitude, Will winced at the ensuing carnage. He cringed as the herd (mainly composed of 3rd graders) did their worst - an elbow to the groin here, a foot to the forehead there-crack, crack, crunch, amongst cries of mercy.

Underclassmen so viscous, so eager to please, he concluded.

Well, whatcha' gonna do? He shrugged about to make tracks when Mr. Piven's shout of "Bus is leaving," ruined all. The Stallions stampeded away and he was (Da-dum) abandoned.

Underclassmen so fickle, so self-centered, like they couldn't walk home; but Will had no time to fuss about it, Winkie, Blinkie, and Nod were fast getting to their feet. They didn't look happy.

In fact they looked kinda mad in a bruised, potato pelted, water logged way. Go figure.

Therefore, Will smiled his 'who me' best before crossing his eyes and taking off, Blinkie's swiping hand just missing his sleeve.

The Chase and its Stats followed are as follows.

Around the Merry-go-Round: Casualties zero. Dizziness all.

Above and Below the Slide: Nod a twisted ankle (he fell from the top after Will pushed him into Blinkie). Winkie a stinging left eye (thanks to a Sling-shot pebble).

Monkey Bars/ Jungle Gym: Score for Will that master of the steel lattice. Ice packs for the rest, those losers of the swelled…parts.

Tire Swings: Tie, for Will shimmed up the chains to do a tight rope act on the supporting pole, but the threesome shook the apparatus causing the boy to fall.

Almost, he was caught but biting the fist that clenched him he escaped into the parking lot yelping for joy as he spotted Grandma Horton in her Pink Cadillac.

"Why Will!" She exclaimed from the passenger seat. She'd been waiting for Jack to return with Abby and never in her wildest dreams imagined that Will would appear out of no where, hop/slide through the driver's window, turn on the ignition, stomp on the gas, and peal out of the lot at Mock Speed to the tune of squealing/burning rubber.

"Buckle up Mrs. Horton, you're in for a ride!" He hollered, gaze fixated on the road while thanking the heavens above that he read and re-read "The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook" from front to back five consecutive times.

Oh yeah, the Library Rocks!