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The Ghastly Obscenities of Brady Jeston
Chapter Twenty-four


By TurtleBoy



"Holy crap! My mum's a convict!" James squealed in excitement when he saw his mother exiting the police station. Although he was disappointed that she was not wearing an inmate's black-and-whites, the smudges of ink on all of her fingers was enough proof for James to believe that his mother was a cold-hearted criminal.

"James! Get your head back in the car!" bellowed Peter, next to his wife in the parking lot, as he approached the SUV.

Brittany was speed-walking past James, toward Natalie's car, leaving both Peter and Natalie in her dust. "Hurry up, Pete!" she shouted without looking back at him. "We're wasting time!"

"What?" Peter stared to the other side of the vehicle, at the passenger's side, where he had thought his wife would be, and then turned his head to see her standing next to Natalie's car instead. "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for our son!" snapped Brittany in frustration. "What does it look like I'm doing!?"

Peter scratched at his brow and shook his head. "We've already looked at every park in the city, Brittany. Just come home and rest for a while."

"Rest?!" Brittany said sharply, "I don't need rest. I need my son!"

Before Natalie could locate her keys to unlock the doors, Brittany was already tugging at the handle repeatedly. "Calm down, Brittany," Natalie said timidly, in more of a suggestion. "We won't find the boys any quicker by rushing. If anything we'll wind-up passing them by on an empty street."

Brittany sighed and placed her hand on her shoulder, half-expecting to grab a tea towel. "I'm losing my marbles," she said and then exhaled to try and calm her nerves. "That policeman was a right arse-hole. This whole thing wouldn't have happened if he had just taken the boys' photos."

"Well, we're just lucky that he isn't going to press charges," Natalie pointed out. "MUM!" shouted James. "Aren't you comin' wid'us?!"

Brittany turned her head to see half of James's body dangling out the window of the SUV and gasped. "Get your ass down, James! You're gonna break something!"

James frowned and dropped back down into the vehicle. "But Mum!" he whined, peering out over the lowered glass in the window. "When are you coming home?"

Peter opened his door and sat behind the steering wheel. "Buckle-up, James. Mum'll be home for supper."

"But…" James slowly reached for his seatbelt and wrapped it around his waist, "I want to go with Mum."




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"I JUST HAD BRADY-DOODLE!" shouted Mark at the top of his lungs. His hands were angled around his mouth in the shape of a cone as he stood on top of the fallen tree trunk, wearing only his shirt and shoes.

Even though Brady was almost certain that no one could hear him, he still couldn't help feeling panicked and attempted to pull Mark down from the trunk. "Stop!" he pleaded, tugging at his shirt. "What if someone hears you?!"

Mark looked down at Brady and grinned as wide as his cheeks would allow. "Then we'll ask them if they want to see what Brady-doodle is!" he replied, placing his knuckles to his hips. "And some Markey-doodle, too. It'll be dandy."

Brady stared up at Mark and blushed, unsure if he was humiliated or envious of Mark's half-nude announcement. Mark's shirt was hanging midway of his half-mast penis, dangling proud and free. Brady, on the other hand, had already dusted himself off and redressed. "Are you done?" asked Brady, looking away when Mark turned to look at him again.

"Aw, what's the matter?" asked Mark with a giggle. "No one's out there," he said and hopped down from the tree trunk.

"I know," hoped Brady. "I just want to get the tent set up, that's all."

Mark rolled his eyes and bent down to collect his clothing. "Sure you do," he teased, wiggling his bare-bottom in Brady's direction and looking back to see if he was watching. "But I guess I am crazy-hungry. You never did let us stop for breakfast."

"Oh yeah!" Brady recalled as he picked up the backpack. "I completely forgot - why didn't you say something?"

Mark dropped his jaw in disbelief. "Weren't you even listening to me the entire way up here? I whined so much my throat started to hurt."

"Well, I'll just have to cook you up an awesome, gourmet lunch then," promised Brady, "I've got a dozen wieners that have your name on them," he chuckled.

"Wieners?!" protested Mark. "I'm already filled up of wiener. Got the dried-up juice on my back to prove it, too!" he said with a grin.

"That wasn't a wiener. That was a Brady-doodle-bratwurst!" said Brady in mock-pride.

"Nuh-uh! That was a Brady-doodle-butt-burst!" said Mark, which he finalized with a preponderant nod.

"What?" Brady asked. "I didn't burst anything."

"No, but you did esssplode all over me! Remember? Dried-up-juice back?"

"So… does that make you a Markey-doodle-belly-burster?"

Mark nodded. "Of course," he replied while stepping back into his shorts. "So, anyway, let's get out of here. We've got a tent to erect!"

Brady giggled, watching Mark as he collected their bags. "You just wanted to say 'erect', didn't you?"

"Nope," Mark replied with a smirk. "I just wanted to see your face go all red again."

"My face didn't go all red!" protested Brady. "Did it?"

"Yup," said Mark with a nod. "You get all blushy every time anything penis-related comes up," he explained, waiting for Brady to get all blushy again.

"I do not!"

"Do too!"

"No!"

Mark tip-toed toward Brady and, slowly, leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "penis." However, Brady's complexion didn't change in the slightest to this, so, in order to get a satisfying reaction, Mark stuck out his tongue and sloshed it around Brady's ear canal.

"Hey!" Brady dropped the tent on the ground and slapped his left hand against his soggy ear. "Eww! What are you doing?!" he shouted, as Mark ran ahead giggling like a school girl.

Ignoring his soggy ear, Brady picked up the tent and raced after Mark, who had just disappeared over the other side of a small cliff. Brady awkwardly attempted to climb the four-foot lift but the roots were still slick with morning dew, which kept causing him to lose his footing and thump back to the ground. "Mark!" he yelled, peering over ledge to where he had last seen Mark, "Come back!"

After waiting nearly a minute, Brady realized that Mark would not be coming back to his aid. He stared down at his large travel bag in one hand and the tent in the other and sighed weakly. "Mark?" he tried again, quieter this time, and placed the tent on the ground so that he could use both of his hands to toss his bag up.

Just as Brady had thrown the travel bag to the top, Mark jumped out from behind a tree and recited his best, most-scariest roar. However, to Mark's disappointment, Brady merely batted his eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" said Brady. "Were you there the whole time?"

Mark nodded with a guilty smirk on his face.

"Meanie."

"What?! Nuh-uh! I was gonna help you, but…"

"But you decided it would be better to jump out from behind a tree and scream like a little girl?"

Mark frowned and dropped his shoulders. "Really? You weren't even a little scared?"

"Nope," replied Brady with a shrug. "My ear was to clogged with Markey-doodle-slobber to hear you properly," he teased and bent down to grab the tent.

Looking back, over his shoulder, Mark pointed toward an opening in the trees. "I can see the lake from here," he announced happily and stepped forward to take the tent from Brady's reaching hands.

"Really?" replied Brady. "Are you sure?"

Mark thought through a hum and tapped his finger at his chin. "Well, unless I'm suffering from dehydration or hunger-dyration… I guess it could be a mirage."

"Well that's just cheesy, then." Brady reached for an exposed root and pulled himself up to the top of the cliff. "We didn't even need to take a break."

"But," Mark grinned as he helped Brady up to his feet, "that was the best break ever!"

Now standing beside Mark, Brady stared past the trees toward the lake. "Wow, I thought it was a bit further than this."

"So we're here?" asked Mark. "We don't have to walk anymore?"

"I think so. I'll have to go check it out, but it does look like it."

Mark literally jumped for joy and, picking up the tent, turned around and ran toward the water. "Come on, Brady!" he yelled without looking back. "I'll race you to the water!"

Attempting to chase after Mark, Brady jogged forward, only to be rudely interrupted by the backpack filled with water bottles on his back, which bounced and jabbed him in the spine. "No fair!" Brady shouted after him. "I've got all the heavy stuff!"

"Haha, sucker!" giggled Mark as he ran through the opening in the trees and into the long, overgrown grass. However, the thick, unkempt plant life dramatically slowed him down. "Awww shoit!" he whined and turned around to face Brady, the grass reaching just past his waist. "What the hell do we do now?"

Stepping down the slightly sloped, overgrown path that led from trees, Brady chuckled with a shrug. "I have no idea," he admitted. "I've never seen the grass get this high."

Mark turned in a complete circle, looking down at the grass. "Well, what kept it from getting this long to begin with?"

"Animals, I think. Guess this area's been over-hunted or something."

"Well that's no bloody good!" decided Mark. "Where are we going to put the tent in all this?" he asked and then suddenly turned pale. "Uh… There aren't snakes or spiders out here, are there?"

"Yup," Brady replied plainly. "Could be lots under all of this," he said as he walked toward Mark in the grass.

"Really? You're pulling my chain, right?"

"No, I'm serious," Brady confirmed as he walked toward the water. "There's rattlesnakes, black widows, and some other kind of spider that I can't remember the name of."

Mark stared down into the grass, trying to see his feet, as a cool shiver of goose bumps flashed up his spine. "Shit!" he screamed and turned around to catch up with Brady. "And we're going to sleep out here?"

Brady nodded as he neared the edged of the tall grass, closer to the lake. "Don't worry about it. There's pretty much no chance that we'll even see one. Besides, there not as deadly as everyone thinks they are."

"How do you know?!" Mark asked sternly, placing his hands on his hips. "Have you been bitten by one?"

"Nope."

"Well, how do you know they won't kill us?"

Brady slid the backpack down his arms and placed it on the ground. "Because they've never bit me before."

"And?"

"And… I've never even seen any the whole time I've been coming out here," Brady tried to explain. "Don't worry, we'll figure out a way to cut the grass."

"Without dying?"

"Well…" Brady smirked and shrugged his shoulder, "maybe."

Mark watched as Brady unzipped his travel bag and fished around with his hands through his clothes, some food, and a few bottles of water. Seconds later, he retrieved the fishing line he had bought at the grocery store. "Whatcha gonna do?" asked Mark as Brady tore the baggy open.

"I'm going to make a homemade weed whacker," Brady explained. "All we need is a stone."

Mark looked at Brady with a puzzled expression on his face. "A what?"

"One of those things that cuts the grass against a fence with a string."

"Oh! A whipper-snipper!" realized Mark, jumping out of the grass toward the water to look for a stone. "How's that gonna work?"

"Well, I figure we can tie a rock to one end to add some weight, and we'll just cut the line into three-foot lengths and hack at the grass."

"What? Like swing?" asked Mark, sceptically. "You sure that'll work? It sounds kinda dangerous."

Brady chuckled. "Since when are you afraid of anything?"

"Since you took me out of my natural habitat!" replied Mark.

"Did not! Your natural habitat is thousands of miles away!"

"Nuh-uh! I still lived in a city, you know… mostly." Seeing a perfectly round stone at his feet, Mark quickly fell into a crouch and picked it up. "Hey!" he shouted, "will this work?"

Brady turned to look at the stone in Mark's hand then took it from him to give it a closer appraisal. "I think so. I've never done this before, so…"

"So you're not even sure this will work?"

"Right," said Brady with a nod. "But it's still worth a shot."

Deciding to give Mark's stone a try, Brady tied it to the end of the fishing line, while Mark retrieved the all-in-one knife from Brady's bag before handing it to him. Snipping the line at a length just over three feet, Brady stood up straight and loosely dangled the stone back and forth to get a feel for its weight. "Here goes nothing," he warned and drew back his arm behind his head and swung the line toward the grass.

"Damn!" shouted Mark, as his eyes followed his rock away from the line until it freely bounced into the water. "Looks like we're gonna have to work on your knots, Boy Scout."

Brady reeled the line in with his hands and held the tangled end between his fingers and giggled. "Guess your rock was too round."

"Hey! Don't blame my rock, meanie!" said Mark, who was already looking for a more suitably-shaped weight. "So… Should we be looking for a long rock? Like with edges?"

"Yeah, something that can catch the line," replied Brady, walking slowly toward the water while studying the ground.

"Like these!" Mark shouted excitedly and ran toward Brady with three oblong-shaped stones.

"Yes! Those are perfect. Where'd you get them?"

"Nuh-uh! A true magician never reveals his secrets," replied Mark, causing Brady to raise an eyebrow.

Quickly tying the rock to the end of line, Brady took another swing at the grass. Fortunately, this time the stone managed to stay attached to the string. However, the line had barely managed to sever half a dozen lengths of grass. "Hmmm," thought Brady.

"Maybe you didn't whack it hard enough?" suggested Mark. "Or maybe you should try spinning it over your head first and then destroying the grass."

Deciding it was worth another shot Brady followed Mark's instructions and whirled the stone in the air, above his head, to help pick up speed. Moments after the line began to whistle, Brady redirected the force down to the grass, and this time the line swiped through the vegetation like butter.

"Bloody rights!" Mark celebrated and jumped into the air, darting one fist up above his head. "I'm a freaken' genius!"

"Oh yeah?" Brady grinned and tossed the line up in the air toward Mark. "Well, have at it then."

Mark instinctively caught the stone in hands but looked back at Brady with a puzzled look on his face. "Aren't you going to help?"

"Nope," replied Brady, trying to prevent himself from smiling. "I'm just gonna sit back and relax for a while."

"What?! No!" protested Mark in a whiny voice. "But I'm hungry, and you promised I could have a gourmet lunch, remember?"

While pulling another few feet from the coil of line, Brady poked his tongue out at Mark. "I'm just kidding, dum-dumb. I need to make a second one for myself."

Mark sighed and took his first swing at the grass. "You're being really mean to me today, you know that?" he pouted. "And I even let you touch my Markey-doodle-dandy." Mark swung the homemade grass-trimmer again and watched as it sliced through the lengths with very little resistance. However, once the rock had cut through the grass it didn't stop and smacked against his shin. "OH! FUCK!" he screamed and dropped down to the ground, cradling his leg. "DAMMIT!"

"

What?" asked Brady, stopping what he was doing and looking at Mark with concern, "you okay?"

"Your bloody invention hurts!" he whined. "The damn thing busted my leg… there's no way I can work now," he added with a crooked grin.

Just as Brady was about to roll his eyes, he took a swing at the grass with his invention and found out, first hand, what Mark was talking about. Immediately dropping the string to the ground, Brady grabbed his thigh and hissed in pain. "Okay - maybe you're right," he agreed while rubbing at his leg. "Got any ideas?"

"Ummm," Mark stood back up to survey the area and then walked over to the tree line. "We could always use these," he suggested as he snapped a long, thin branch off of a lilac bush and began to tear off the excess leaves. Slicing the stick through the air and listening to its sharp whistle as it cut through the air. "This should work," he said and swung it at the grass, successfully chopping an impressive chunk out of it.




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"What are we doing, Brittany?" asked Natalie as she turned onto Arlington Avenue, from Cedarvale Park. However, Brittany didn't answer. "You think, maybe, we're going about this the wrong way?"

"What do you mean?" Brittany finally replied. "The note said they were going camping."

"Yeah, but what if they're not in the city anymore?"

"That's impossible," said Brittany. "That costs money, and I know Mark was close-to-broke."

Natalie frowned and pulled the car over to the side of the street. "Brady wasn't."

Brittany looked worried and lost in thought. "Do you really think they'd do that, though?"

"I think they're two boys with money and reason," replied Natalie. "Wouldn't you have done the same at their age, given the right circumstance?"

Brittany shook her head. "Never in million years. My parents kept me on a pretty tight leash," she explained. "But you're right. I'm sure I would have if given the chance. Lord knows I thought about it."

Suddenly, Natalie pressed on the brakes, even though they were already stationary, causing the vehicle to jolt back and forth. Her expression looked as if she had just been side-railed by a passing vehicle as she turned to face Brittany through a sudden rush of adrenaline. "I know where they are!"




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Mark stood in front of the piles of grass and sliced his stick through the air in the shape of an invisible 'Z'. "I, Markey-doodle, am the smartest, most bestest inventor in all the land!" he proclaimed and threw his stick on the ground. "So what's next?"

"Setup the tent, the fire pit, hang our food, and gather some firewood," listed Brady, who was already opening the bag to the tent.

"Hang the what, now?" asked Mark in confusion. "Why?"

"So that we don't attract any bears," Brady replied plainly.

"What? Bears?" gasped Mark. "So there's snakes, spiders, and bears up here?"

Brady nodded, while straightening out the tent on the grass. "We probably won't see them, but I don't think we should take the chance."

"So what are we going to hang the food with?"

"Fishing line, I guess," decided Brady with a shrug.

Just as Brady finished laying out the tent, something poked him from behind, right between the cheeks.

"Goose!" shouted Mark, holding a tent-post in his hand and grinning from ear-to-ear.

Brady leaped to his feet and twirled around pressing his hands against his behind, where Mark had poked him. "Hey!" he yelled in protest. "What are you doing?!"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" asked Mark.

"It looks like you're trying to distract me."

"Is it working?"

"No," replied Brady. "Come on, we're almost done."

Mark grumbled and dropped down to the ground in a pout. "But I'm so bored! Can't we finish up later?" he pleaded, playfully poking Brady in the leg with the tent pole.

"I dunno," Brady thought out loud. "What are we gonna do without the campsite set up?"

"We can eat!" blurted Mark, without a thought.

"But the fire pit isn't set up."

"Well, we can eat a cold lunch. Then we can go swimming!"

"And then we can set up the campsite?"

Mark thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Nope. Then we're going to go inside the tent and 'relax' for a while."

"But…" Brady looked back at the tent, "it's not set up yet."

"Well, okay! We can set up the tent, have lunch, go swimming, and then relax in the tent!" decided Mark, climbing back up to his feet.

"But what if an animal steals our food while we're swimming?"

Mark sighed in frustration. "Fine! We'll set up the tent, hang the food, eat some lunch, go on a swim, and then go in the tent and relax."

"Okay," agreed Brady. "So, while I'm hanging the food, you can collect some wood for the fire-pit."

"Deal," nodded Mark, handing Brady the tent pole. "Hey, wait a minute!"

"What?" Brady asked, grinning up at him.

Mark's eyes narrowed and his hands slapped down on his hips, just like his mother would do. "You tricked me!"





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