The Black Balloon Page #4

happened to me this morning.

While I was in the shower,

two boys broke into my house

in their undies.

They used to toilet.

And they left these...

See, it has "C. Mollison" on it,

right there.

Um... You know, that's not weird.

I've actually, um, I've heard of people

who um, they dress as monkeys and...

and they break into people's houses, you know,

and they use the toilet or something.

Oh. Well yeah, it was me.

Chimp Mollison, my alias. Oo-ee-ah!

It was exactly like that.

You just have to be in your undies

to get it right.

Well, I'm just gonna have to

get to the bottom of this.

I can see through shampoo you know.

THOMAS PATRICK MOLLISON!!!!

It's not like I ask for much.

Look at you, you little sh*t!

No, Charlie. Bad! Bad!

You don't rub poo on the carpet!

Don't! Keep your hand out of it!

Arms up! Arms up!

For godssake!

Stop that! Ugh! Don't touch me!

I don't know what's got into you,

Thomas.

You deal with it. You deal with it.

Come on, Charlie.

Do you want these back?

Don't you dare touch anything, Charlie!

Charlie, no! Keep your hands up! Up!

Mum. It was an accident.

Honestly?

I wish you'd grow up a bit.

You're going to be sixteen soon.

Now you watch your brother.

Oh, Charlie. Piss off.

Mum. Stop. You're supposed to

be in bed. Okay?

No, it's too late for that.

Can't leave you to do anything, can I?

He shat everywhere! Yell at him!

Well, what was he supposed to do?

Don't be so bloody selfish, Thomas!

He's not my responsibility!

He's your brother!

He's a freak!

I don't want anything to do with him.

Your brother will never be able to

do the things you can, Thomas.

He'll never get a job or have a family.

He'll never be able to look after himself.

He will live with us

for the rest of his life.

So if there's anything...

that your father...

and I can do to help make your father,

your brother's life... a little happier...

Mum. Mum, stop. Stop.

A bit... a more bit happier,

then we're gonna...

I'm fine.

No, you're not fine, mum.

Give me the brush!

I'm fine!

What the f***'s going on here?!

Right, that's it.

Come on.

I couldn't friggin' leave it there,

could I?

Well, I don't f***ing care. Come on.

We're going to the hospital

and you're staying.

Come on, Maggie.

Just breathe. Just breathe.

That's it, Magpie. Just breathe.

Come on, Charlie, open your mouth.

Charlie? Charlie, open up your mouth!

No, open your mouth for Thomas.

Come on, come on.

Like you did for mum. C'mon!

You little sh*t! Charlie!

Open up your mouth!

Open your mouth! Open your mouth!

OPEN UP!!

Gotcha!

All right, I've hung out the washing,

done the lunches.

You can get Charlie on the bus.

But dad, I'll be late!

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