TEAM BAKEWELL BOXER
Part 1.5 : Putting the ⁽ᶦⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃˡ⁾ Rank In Prank
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Team Bakewell Boxer had stopped in the Pizzeria arriving first, Mandy and Connor had sat and gone straight into ordering, the other racers then arrived in due course
Connor : “…BABY CLAMS?! YOU DON’T EVEN LIKE SHELLFISH … oh sorry um … um … i’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs please”
the waitress gave them a perplexed look and went to get their order
Mandy : “I just thought I’d give it another go, the ones last time were still alive I think” she shrugged and then moved her bag from her lap to beside her chair
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after a short while the car park began to fill with other teams drawing a good few looks from passerbys
Team RK Series Racing had pulled up on the table next to them, with Team Eyelashes and The Thompson Family opposite
Connor : “alright” Connor gave his ‘teacher to teacher’ smile to Redwood and Tonsom “good job finding this place, this pasta is bloody good even Mandy is eating those clams, dropped a few mind”
Mandy gave Connor a wry smile and rolled her eyes
Tonsom : “well I expected more to turn up honestly, but evidently they have not” Tonsom began gently cracking his knuckles “I expected Team Coyote Jim to be here at least”
Mandy : “oh bugger I’ve left the car unlocked with my purse in it, excuse me gentlemen I won’t be long” Mandy squeezed between the tables and exited the restaurant, then went round to the carpark with her bag
Connor : “I swear she brought her purse in with her bag earlier, anyways you were saying … um sorry what was your name again?”
Redwood : “I’m Tim and he’s Tonsom and the person by the car is Connor” he pointed around the corner of the window
Connor : “hey I’m a Connor too, strange seems to be a common name, never thought it was”
Tonsom : “actually would you be able to help us out, we want to know more about how Coyote Jim are doing on this rac…”
Redwood : “we’re writing a blog post ya see, and they’re one of the more interesting entries so if you could help us with some details on the driver and the car, we figured seen a you’re car is faster you might be able to keep up being raced up and all”
Tonsom : Tonsom nodded “of course if you needed any assistance at all on the run we’d be very glad to help you out seen as you’re doing this for us”
Connor : “we’ll I’m sure Mandy won’t mind driving faster to catch up, and nothing wrong with helping each other out, i’ll give you my phone number shall I?”
Redwood : “yeah sure” pulling a phone out of his pocket “Tonsom’s not very good with phones”
Connor : “07955…”
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MEANWHILE IN THE CARPARK
Mandy clutched her bag doing a skipping, running um … trot over to the Aviso which had been parked next to by the Mitaz and opposite were the Kuma and Anhultz, Connor of Team RK was inside the Dione
Mandy made it to the car nonchalantly opened the boot retrieved : a roll of black duct tape, a spoon from their emergency picnic set and went round to the front to retrieve a tube of nail glue from the glove box and a permanent marker
with Connor from Team RK thankfully unaware she, proceeded to pull the ghastly eyelashes from the front of the Mitaz attempting to mask the sound with a ‘cough’
“oh come on you bastard come off!” THUNK “yes!”
the left hand side lashes were putting up more of a fight than the previous
“fucking pain in the arse” hushed grumbling insued THUNK “yes!”
she then quietly opened the passenger door released the handbrake and rolled the Mitaz forward a touch, then placing her handbag down on the floor reaching into it retrieving three of the baby clams she had dropped into her bag at the table earlier, trying to muffle a gag as she picked them up
“50 quid I payed for this bag 50 effing quid! …” she grumbled to herself slowly scooping out the insides of the garlicked clams and dropping them through the air vents on each side of the cabin
she then moved round to the back of the car pausing for a moment to look at the ridiculous fake exhausts then realizing the real ones on the Aviso weren’t that much better
now crouched behind the Mitaz, glueing and sticking and duct taping the eyelashes in a circle just below the number plate and then she began drawing …
… she stood back to marvel at her expertise in producing a very good representation of a dogs arsehole with hairs and all with the phrase ‘warning stinky’ arrowed toward the rim
“hehehe”
she then moved to the front of the car reaching across the windscreen to peel off the stuck on letters with the clam spoon and rearranged the word ‘SUPERWAGON’ to ‘EW ARSE’ glued on with the remainder of nail glue, the final ‘E’ was made of a bastardised mix of the left over letters, the waste was simply thrown in the bin
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BACK IN THE RESTAURANT
Mandy came half sprinting in clutching at her purse uncharacteristically, Tonsom, Redwood and Bakewell Boxer Connor all turned towards her
Mandy : “come on Connor we are actually in a race, it was great speaking to you all”
Connor : "you were gone a while Mandy … "
Mandy : "oh … I was … just checking the fluid levels, anyway we really must dash mustn’t we Connor " she began walking to the door making the ‘bloody get on with it face’ at Connor, the one he knew all too well
Connor took his time, in Mandys eyes at least, shaking everyone’s hand and saying goodbye whereas in reality it was only about 15 seconds or so
they walked to the car with Connor smiling to other Connor in the Dione as they walked past
the Aviso left the car park in typical fashion : a cloud of smoke and tyre squeal leaving two black lines from exit down the road
