I Scream for Ice-Cream

It all started on July 3rd, 1996, in a calm, peaceful suburban community, in Duglin, Ohio. Six kids known as the "Big Kids Club" rode through their quiet neighborhood on bicycles, and heard something that was rarely heard all summer, especially in Duglin. The sound came from a half a mile away, but sounded closer, by the way the tune carried itself. This was the only sound that could cause a fat boy to get up from his lazyass and do something - something as in going to chase down the ice cream truck to purchase a chocolate fudge bar, as in some cases, greatly preferred by most obese children in Duglin. As parents in their backyards thought they were the first to hear the annoying tune come their way - they were wrong to a full degree. Kids were already up and running to their parents to ask for little loans of change, for an ice cream treat to enjoy and cool off from. It was up to those kids though, to chase down that truck to make it stop.

A boy by the name of Denny Wilson came up running behind the patrol of the Big Kids Club's bicycles.

Calvin, Calvin! Denny called.

"Will you give me a lift on your pegs to the ice cream truck?" Denny said, already climbing on the back of Calvin's red bike.

"No!" yelled Calvin.

"Get your own bike, or run to the truck like what rest of the kids are doing. Better yet, just go home. Nobody wants you here, and mom said you were grounded, so beat it, Denny." Calvin was Denny's big brother, and by the way he treated his little brother - you could say he was a sarcastically, good role model to Denny. Denny listened anyway, and obeyed his big brother and went on home.

As the Big Kids Club rode up beside the ice cream truck - a man the size of a hippopotamus - referring to Cindy's first impression - came up to the truck's counter top and stared deeply at the six kids. The Big Kids Club watched suspiciously at the ice cream man, as he smoked a lit menthol cigarette He was an oversized man with a greasy, grimed face, and chapped mouth, which blew out grayish white cloud puffs of tobacco smoke. He had a nametag on the left side of his grease stained sleeveless shirt. The ice cream man by the name of Earl Higgins, and Earl did not look too happy with the Big Kids Club staring up at him in his truck. He put out the lit cigarette on the astray beside him and took the butt, and flicked it at Carlos, calling him a spic, and telling him to "go back to Mexico where ya belong". He then tried to speak Spanish in his own slurred English tongue, and failed, translating the language to nothing, but a disfigured gibberish.

Earl Higgins looked at Cindy standing by her bike, and engaged at her revealed tan skinned legs that showed from her wearing purple short shorts. Earl liked what he saw, and licked his upper lip, rotating his tongue around his dirty, hairy mustache.

"Ya got yourself a nice set of legs on ya, girl - how about ya come up in this truck, and good ole Earl will teach ya how to spread them. I will promise an ice cream for ya too, girl. All ya have to do, is suck my cone, and an amount of vanilla ice cream will shoot out into ya mouth. Sound like fun?" Cindy became quickly scared - she got back on her bike, and rode behind Calvin - her crush