Storm & Skye and the Secret of the Car Wash – EP09 Promise


With a thump the red door closed behind Storm
and Skye. At that exact moment, Walt came walking towards
them. He was carrying a toolbox and had a lit up
cigar in his mouth. “Look at that,” he said, and blew out a cloud
of smoke towards Storm, “there’s da bloke with da knight and da horse.” “And the dragon,” Storm said, coughing because
of the smoke. But he immediately felt Skye’s elbow poking
him. “Allright, “Walt said, and his moustache danced
up and down, “dragons too now? What a lovely mess.” “I’m just kidding, Sir,” Storm said hurriedly. “We were only playing as if there was one.” “I see,” Walt said, “a joke. Should be careful of them jokes.” His eyes narrowed. “But you go ahead and ride ya bike with my
lil’ niece. I will go fix them lamps over there. See ya.” And he had already turned the corner, a thick
trail of smoke following behind him. “Uncle Walt can never know,” Skye whispered. “Promise? Otherwise I won’t be allowed to come here
anymore.” “I promise,” he whispered back. “Really really promise. But, uhm, I didn’t know you were a girl.” Skye nodded, and kicked a pebble from the
pavement. “But actually I’m a boy,” she said firmly. “Okay,” Storm said, and he took his bike. “Do you have a bike?” Skye walked towards a large bush on the lawn,
and pulled out a small pink bicycle. With red cheeks she took it back to Storm. The bike made a huge noise. Around the spokes pink beads were rattling
like crazy. “It’s a very old one,” she said as she put
on her goggles, “and by the way, pink is the stupidest colour in the world.” Storm suddenly felt like pink biscuits. “I’ll race you to the end of the road,” he
said. He tore off on his racing bike and left Skye
behind. The rain hit him in the face, and the wind
was blowing, but he kicked the pedals vigorously without looking back until he reached the
end of the road. Skye was just a small, pink-blue dot, far,
far away. “That’s not fair,” she gasped, when she caught
up, “I don’t have gears.” The lenses of her goggles were all fogged
up, and she almost hit a lamppost. Completely soaked, they arrived in Storm’s
street. Mum would probably think it was the rain that
had made him wet. And that was a good thing, because if she
knew what had happened, there would definitely be trouble. “This is my house,” he said as he got off
his bike. “We only just moved here.” Skye pushed the goggles back in her hair,
and looked at the large, freshly painted door and the colourful flowers on the windowsill. “I live close by,” she said, and she pointed
to the end of the street. “Left around the corner, and then right,
and that’s where my house is. On the third floor, number 72.” “Oh,” Storm said. It seemed great to live on the third floor. Their house did not even have a second floor. And they were only number 6. Then there was a loud banging on the window. Baldwin’s head appeared among the flowers. He was smiling and waving. “Hey Storm! I finished the bookcase! Want to come look?” “In a minute!” Storm yelled, and he turned his back to the
window. “You seem to have a very jolly father,” Skye
said. “That’s not my father, that’s Baldwin. He’s my stepfather.” “Your stepfather?” “That’s a kind of second father,” Storm said,”
not my real father. My real father lives in another house. A much nicer house.” “Oh, so you have two fathers! I have only one. And a mother. But two brothers. They’re two years old. They are twins. And you?” Storm shook his head. “We used to have a hamster, but he died.” “How sad,” Skye said. “We don’t have pets. My mother is allergic to everything.” There was another knock on the window. “Storm!” Baldwin shouted, and he pressed his nose against
the window, “Supper is ready!” Storm rolled his eyes. “I have to go.” “Me too, I think,” Skye said, and she grimaced. “We are having broccoli.” Storm watched her as she rode off, her bike
rattling. He thought she was the coolest girl he had
ever met. As she reached the corner, he yelled: “I will
come round the car wash soon!” “Ok!” she shouted back. And the last thing he saw before she disappeared
behind the houses, was a silver shimmer in her hair.

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