CHAPTER 18

"The women in the van were twins," Em said. So he played with them a lot. Is that right, Sid?

"Oh," Sid said with a nod. "Well, Sid heard that baby screaming over there this morning," Em said, immersed in his own story. And he went to rock the car. The lady had packed her things and was in the van - and when she saw our Sid there, she ran up to him and hit him on the head. An honest clip turned out! She told him to come out. "Why?" Fatty asked. "Sid just did it out of habit. Have women ever protested?

"No," said Em. Moreover, it was difficult because it was a twin stroller. Well, she hit him on the head and Sid walked away upset.

"Don't be surprised," said Fatty, wondering when this long story would end. - What happened next?

"The woman dragged the stroller into the back of the van," Em said.

"Oh," Sid said emotionally. "When that woman went to another trailer with something, Sid went to the stroller to see what had happened to the baby," Em said. or something Anyway, Sid put his hands under them,

Fatty!

Fatty was surprised. he is right "Someone else!" he said in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

"Well, that's it," said Em.-Sid sensed someone else.-And he threw his clothes a little and saw a black nape and a little dark cheek. One of his babies then grabbed Sid, turned around and put him in the stroller.

Fatty was surprised. For some time he sat in silence. Then I saw Sid. Who do you think was in the wheelchair? he asked. "Prince," Sid said in his excitement, completely forgetting to say "Al." - he

So he erased. He didn't know I met him. Ah.

"Good!" said Fatty thoughtfully. "So it happened. He slipped out of her arms in his pajamas and hid in the van for the night - and in the early hours a woman slipped him into the bottom of a large stroller hidden under the baby! What a shame! He must have been a mess and terribly hot.

"Oh," Sid said with a nod. "So she had someone bring all her things, and got out of the car with the little prince," said the Fatty. "No one will guess. But why did it happen? What should she do about it? Why did the prince sneak up on her?" Shit, it's a secret!

"I thought you'd be happy, fat man," said Eln happily. "Okay, did Sid throw away the caramel?" That's what he tried to tell us this afternoon. He almost choked as he tried to deliver the news."

"I'm glad I didn't tell anyone as soon as I found out," said Fatty. "He tried," Em said. Sid isn't very talkative, even in the usual sense. His tongue never grew properly, Ma said.

"I'll see what I can do," said Fatty. "Oh, you should go tell your uncle. I said, 'I'll tell him everything we've learned. You better tell him now.'

"Lobaduk!" I can't do that! Poor Em said, "Oh my God, he gave me this sound and I haven't heard it for a month on Sunday!"

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But Em had to leave. Fatty didn't want the Chief Inspector to suffer right after he left, so if Goon knew he could have reported himself.Poor Em was sent to the thugs and Syd trailing was left behind. . None of them were very happy about it. Mr. Goon was in the kitchen in the back of the house. he was in the living room And he practiced. He's not disguised as Fat Man. As Fatty advised, he was trying to "lose his tongue." Can he "speak in a foreign language" by simply sticking his tongue out? He stood there trying to work his tongue. "Abdi, Abdi, Abdi," he muttered, then fell silent. For some reason, all I could think of was Abready. He tried to remember a series of foreign-sounding words that Fatty said after dinner, but he could not. Is it easy to say nonsense? But it wasn't. When he got tired of saying "abready," his tongue just stopped and his brain couldn't think of anything else. "Boys standing on a burning bridge, Abdi, Gubledi, Ubledi. No, no."

Meanwhile, Emmand Fern arrives. Em didn't want to knock his uncle to sleep. He turned the front door handle. It does not open, so it must be locked from the inside. "Sid, come back," Em said. They stretched and hit the kitchen window. It was wide open. Noise was heard from the room. "He's here," Ern whispered. "He says. He must have a visitor.

they listened. "Abdi, Abdi, Abdi," they heard. "Abby, Abby, Abby"

He looked at Sid in amazement. It's my uncle's voice. what are you talking about? He tilted his head slightly forward and looked out the corner of the window. Yes, his uncle was standing there with his back to him, standing on the carpet, looking at himself in the mirror, muttering his strange nonsense. Em didn't like it at all.

his heart?