before. It was not the kind of gag I could rehearse over and over again. I had to get it right the first time.
A few hundred feet over Squirt, I estimated that I was a little higher than I wanted to be. If I kept going like that, I would touch down in front of Squirt and he might trip over me. I pulled the cord that gives the chute a little less forward lift. It worked. I came down smoothly and only had to make a few minor left and right adjustments.
I landed on Squirtâs back with a gentle thud. Squirt didnât miss a stride. The parachute collapsed to the ground behind me.
âGood boy!â I yelled in Squirtâs ear. I gave him a pat on the side of his head and pulled a carrot out of my pocket for him.
It took a few minutes for Rolandâs plane to land, and a few more for him to hop in a jeep and meet me.
âAwesome!â Roland shouted when he caught up with me. His face was flushed red. âAbsolutely awesome!â
12
THE ULTIMATE
A fter I finished doing the stunts for Great Adventure , I didnât hang around to watch Ricky Corvette and Augusta Wind shoot their usual lovey-dovey scenes. I was anxious to get back home, back to my old bed. Sleeping in hotels and motels gets old after a while. Mom and I packed up Squirt in the trailer and pointed the old Maverick toward California.
It was December, and I was looking forward to Christmas vacation. I wouldnât have to deal with Boris Bonnerâor anything elseâfor three whole weeks. Walking home from school that day, I was feeling pretty good.
âHey, Thyme!â
I turned around. It was Bonner. Nobody was around to bail me out, as usual.
âGimme a dollar, Thyme.â
I stopped and faced him.
âNo,â I said.
âAll I find I keep, Thyme.â
I was sick of Bonner. I didnât care about the rules anymore. I didnât care about my contract. I didnât care about doing stunts. As Bonner slid his hands into my front pockets, I reached my elbow back and slammed it against the side of his head with all the force I could generate.
I donât think anything ever felt so good in my whole life.
It took him completely by surprise, knocking Bonner sideways and off his feet. He lay on the ground and rubbed his jaw for a moment before looking up at me.
âBig mistake,â Bonner said, getting to his feet slowly. âI might not see you over the holidays, so Iâm going to have to give you a beating that will last you until New Yearâs.â
Bonner advanced on me, churning his fist in front of him like a bag full of rocks. There was some blood on his right cheek.
I backed up a few steps so I would be able to plant my foot and get a good shot at him. Bonner must not have been much of a boxer, because instead of hitting me, he grabbed me in a bear hug and wrestled me on the ground.
We rolled around like that, trying to punch and choke each other. I got in a few shots, and so did he.
Suddenly, a car screeched to a halt next to us. I didnât stop. I didnât care. I wanted to do as much damage to Bonner as I could before anybody stopped the fight.
âBreak it up, boys!â a familiar voice shouted, âKnock it off!â
Hopping out of the car was Roland Rivers.
He was much bigger and stronger than both Bonner and me, so he was able to separate us by force.
âYouâre dead, Thyme!â Bonner shouted, as Roland pulled us apart. âDead!â
I replied by saying some words Iâm not ever supposed to say, but words youâve probably heard around the schoolyard. I think you know what I mean.
Neither of us won the fight. Iâd call it a tie. But Bonner strode away, swinging his shoulders as though he had whipped me good. I couldnât help but laugh.
âAre you crazy, Johnny?â Roland asked as he straightened out my shirt. âIf word about this ever got back to Ricky Corvetteâs people, youâd never work in movies again! Your contract