Johnny Kapahala: Back on Board Page #4

Uncle doesn't surf.

- Chris, Sam. Sam, Chris.

- What's up, Chris?

Whatever.

Look, bro, all I'm saying

is your grandpa doesn't

seem like the business type.

He isn't. Wasn't.

The place is gonna crash and burn.

Hello? Anybody here?

Weird. Grandpa's car's out front.

Maybe he went

to the barbershop for a trim.

Yeah, right.

- You're kidding?

- Not really.

"Gone to the barbershop for a trim. "

Well, I'm gonna go ask him

to see what he wants us to do first.

- Um, keep an eye on him for me?

- Gotcha, bro.

- You don't have to watch me.

- Right.

- Hey, brother. How's it?

- Sorry.

- Hey, Pono!

- Grandpa?

So, what you think, Pono? Crazy, huh?

Uh, yeah, you could say that.

Gonna meet Carla at the bank.

Where's Chris?

- He's back at the shop with Sam.

- Oh, late.

You're wearing a watch?

You never wear a watch.

Not since... Wish me luck.

We'll tell you about it later, eh?

All right.

- Hey, Carla.

- Hey.

Whoa, bro. I haven't

seen that look since the...

Come to think of it,

I've never seen that look.

- What's going on?

- I saw my grandpa.

- Yeah, so?

- He was wearing a suit.

Don't joke

about something like that.

Hey, where's Chris?

Well, he isn't skating and he's

not doing anything illegal, so...

We need to help Grandpa with this.

- Guess we'll call it volunteer work.

- Cool. Thanks, man.

- No, it's cool.

- All right.

- So let's see what we got here...

- Man, do I love summertime.

- Best time of the year.

- I'll take that.

Mom! Um, dad?

You guys came back early.

Yeah, well, your grandfather called.

He sounded strange.

You should see how he looks.

- Looks?

- Never mind.

- We're here to help.

- Good. There's all this stuff

to put on the racks

and no one surfs anymore.

I'm supposed to take care

of my new uncle-to-be who,

you probably know by now,

is 12 and a punk...

- Johnny. Breathe.

- Listen.

I got the DSL up,

but the wireless router's jacked.

- There's tons of software to load...

- Come on, Sam. Take it easy.

- Nothing I can do...

- Calm down. Take a break.

- We'll handle the computer and the...

- Merchandise?

Right.

You two go have... Well, have some fun.

- All right. I love my parents.

- Yeah, me too.

All right, got the wax

'cause you always forget.

- I know, bro.

- Let's get my board and go surf.

Whoa, bro. Where's Chris going?

Chris, hold on!

We gotta go after him.

- You sure?

- Yes.

Maybe you'll get lucky

and they won't give him back.

I promised I'd keep Chris out of

trouble. This looks like trouble.

- Hey, Troy.

- Yeah.

What, uh... What we doin' here?

Oh, well, I'm leaving

and they're gonna... do what they do.

- Chris isn't allowed to skate.

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