Jolly Solly: Pajama Party
| November 23, 2016
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D
ing-a-ling! DING-A-LIIIIIIING!
Fishel and Faivish’s mother had bought a special alarm clock with a ring that got louder the longer it went on in the hope it would wake up the troublesome pair — something all their previous alarm clocks had failed to do. It was no use.
They just buried their heads deeper into their pillows and slept on. Poor Mrs. Friedman who’d entertained great hopes of this latest device was sorely disappointed.
“Oh dear” she muttered wringing her hands. “What shall I do? Now the school is going to call to complain about lateness again.”
Mr. Friedman wasted no time. He marched briskly into the boys’ room and yanked off their blankets.
Fishel and Faivish snored on oblivious.
Mr. Friedman decided more intensive action was called for.
“Fishel and Faivish!” he roared. “You’d better get up by the time I count three. Otherwise expect a cup of water over your heads.” And he marched decisively over to the negel vasser bowls that sat by their beds.
That did the trick. In a jiffy the boys were up.
Mr. Friedman made sure they got ready in record time. Then he briskly escorted them downstairs.
Soon Fishel and Faivish were waiting outside for the school van on time for a change tiredly rubbing their eyes.
“Why do schools start so early?” sighed Fishel.
“They don’t start early” argued Faivish. “They start um unlate.”
“Unlate? No such word” retorted Fishel.
“Is!”
“Isn’t!”
A fistfight almost broke out right then but fortunately the brothers were too tired.
“There shouldn’t be such a thing as school at all” yawned Fishel.
Suddenly a light gleamed in his eye.
“Hey. I’ve got an idea to get people out of going” he declared.
“What do you mean?” asked Faivish curiously.
“I’m gonna invent a new type of pajamas. They’ll look like regular pajamas but they’ll have special buttons. After you close them they’ll kinda fuse permanently shut. You won’t be able to open them again! You’d have to keep your pajamas on and obviously you can’t go to school in pajamas.”
“Hmm. I don’t suppose even Daddy would make us go to school in pajamas” mused Faivish. Then his face fell. “Yeah but he might just tell us to cut them off.”
“That would be a terrible waste of a good pair of pajamas” said Fishel piously. “We’re always hearing about not wasting stuff.”
Faivish thought it would be more practical to make the pajamas out of an indestructible material that couldn’t be cut and decided he would invent one.
“My pajamas are gonna take the world by storm” boasted Fishel gleefully. “I’m gonna be a millionaire.”
“You’re gonna need my amazing material first. Hah! I’m gonna be a billionaire.”
“Oh yeah? I’ll be a trillionaire.”
“I’ll be a quadrillionaire.”
Fortunately the van arrived just then honking loudly.
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