Free Just Crazy by Andy Griffiths

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    â€˜Now I’m going to let go,’ I say. ‘I want you to stand on the pipe and lean into the wall. Stay there until I get the ladder! Don’t move.’
    Jemima starts bobbing and tapping her foot on the pipe.
    â€˜DON’T MOVE!’ I yell.
    â€˜You’re a bossy boots,’ says Eve.
    I sigh.
    â€˜Please don’t move,’ I say. ‘It’s for your own good.’
    That’s the trouble with babysitting little kids. If they hurt themselves it’s the babysitter who gets the blame. It’s not fair. Babysitting sucks.
    I pull myself back into the window. I’ve got to be quick. If they fall I’m going to be inmore trouble than I’ve ever been in in my whole life.
    I sprint downstairs and through the kitchen. It’s a big mess. Knives all over the floor.
    I slip on one and go skating across the room headfirst into the fridge.

    Ouch.
    I pick myself up and stagger outside.
    I check the side of the house.
    But the girls are not there.
    I’m too late.
    I feel sick.
    I look down at the ground under my window, expecting the worst.
    But they’re not there either.
    A roofing tile shatters on the ground beside me.
    I look up.
    Eve and Jemima are standing on the roof.
    â€˜What the hell are you doing up there?’ I say.
    â€˜Um-mah,’ says Eve. ‘You said a rude word. You’ll get in trouble.’
    â€˜Not as much trouble as you’re already in!’ I say. ‘I told you to stay put until I got the ladder!’
    â€˜We thought you weren’t coming,’ says Jemima. ‘So we climbed up the pipe.’
    Eve bends down, picks up a roofing tile and throws it at me.
    I step back. It shatters at my feet.
    â€˜Hey!’ I say. ‘Cut it out!’
    â€˜You can’t stop us!’ says Jemima. ‘You’re not the boss.’
    â€˜We’ll see about that,’ I say.
    I run to the garage. The ladder is stuck behind a stack of folding chairs and old paint tins. I move them all out of the way and carry it outside.

    I lean the ladder up against the house and climb up onto the roof.
    The girls are gone.
    But that’s impossible.
    â€˜Eve?’ I call. ‘Jemima? Where are you?’
    I walk up the roof to the highest point.
    I can’t see them.
    How could they not be here?
    Unless they climbed back down the pipe.
    Those girls are unstoppable.
    I walk back down the roof and get onto the ladder.
    I’m climbing back down when I hear giggling.
    I look down.
    The girls are standing at the bottom of the ladder.
    Uh-oh.
    â€˜Now, Eve!’ yells Jemima.

    They both pull the ladder out from the side of the house so it’s standing straight up in the air.
    â€˜No!’ I yell as the ladder tips backwards and I go crashing into the garden.
    I hear the girls laughing hysterically. I push the ladder off and struggle to my feet, just in time to see Eve running down the driveway.
    â€˜Eve!’ I yell.
    She looks up at me, laughs and keeps running.
    I run after her but she’s already rounding the corner at the bottom of the hill.
    I have to catch her. There’s a busy intersection at the bottom of that hill. It’s really dangerous. And I should know. I nearly got killed going through it in a pram once.
    I see Jemima’s pink bicycle lying on the lawn.
    I don’t really like the idea of riding a tiny pink girl’s bike down the hill, but it’s my only hope.
    I pick up the bike, jump on it and start pedalling as hard as I can. My knees are practically hitting my chin. I feel like an idiot.
    â€˜Nice bike, mate!’ yells a kid from the side of the road. ‘Pink really suits ya!’
    This is embarrassing. My face is burning. I just hope Lisa Mackney doesn’t see me.
    Despite how awkward the bike is to ride I’m gaining on Eve. I draw level and then swing the bike around in front of her and skid to a stop.

    â€˜Gotcha!’ I say, grabbing her arm.
    But she