Bill or The Bright Blue Pants
Bill or The Bright Blue Pants
by c18eh
It was a fine day in Lego City and everyone was outside playing. Except for Bill. His mean stepfather had made him do a list of chores: cleaning the roof, washing the floor and of course scrubbing his step dads feet! Bill was used to that, it happened everyday, even holidays! Last Christmas, Jimmy, his annoying stepbrother, made him scrape the ashes out of the fireplace, unwrap the presents and make the food for 16 guests. Dave, his other stepbrother, made him clean up after everybody. Bill was so tired after that he couldn’t get up from his bed for a week. Which meant, there were just more chores for him!
That afternoon Jimmy and Dave came home with an extraordinary object. It looked like a letter; Dave opened it up and started to read. Dave couldn’t read so, he read like this. “Th-e Lego r-a-cing tou-rn-ament is o-n…” Jimmy quickly jumped in and grabbed the letter from Dave and started to read. “The Lego racing tournament is on Friday the 20th of January all must enter before the 10th of September. The tournament will be held at the Lego city-racing track and the prize will be 100,000, Lego studs! Thank you”.
At that moment the 2 stepbrothers ran down stairs to the garage and took all the pieces for a racing cart Bill was furious and started to complain HEY! YOU CAN’T DO THAT.
“Oh yes we can tell em daddy!” Bill froze he knew his step-dad hated him, and he would do anything to let Bill down. He heard his stepfather walk in from the kitchen. “Oh yes they can!” he said in a sly voice. “After all they did get there first.” Bill’s heart sank; He knew he wouldn’t be able to enter now. It’s already the 7th and it would take at least a week to get all the parts he needed! He ran upstairs.
Trying not to cry. He sat on his bed and tried to remember his parents. Oh, how he wanted to go back in time when he was just a little Lego boy. He would scramble about the Lego forest, playing games with his parents, running around Lego city. Lego city was a peaceful place with large Lego houses and buildings as high as a human. Everyone was friendly, except for his stepfamily. He sat there, he heard the laughs of his stepbrothers and his stepfather, he didn’t know why they hated him.
He sat there for about 20 minutes until; there was a large THUMP! It seemed like it was coming from under his bed. Bill got up. Trying not to make any noise, he jumped on the table, grabbed a piece of wood from the floor, hoping whatever it was didn’t see him! He hopped back over to his bed, crouched down and waited. He was almost about to fall asleep when he saw something. It was a glow, not like your average glow in the dark toy but a gold glow, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen!
Something started to emerge from under the bed. It was a Lego brick, a moving Lego brick! Bill raised the wood in his hand and…. WHAM! It smacked the Lego brick! It ran around screaming. It hopped over to Bill, still in pain. The Lego brick said “OOW, THAT REALLY HURT!” It spoke with an English accent. “SERIOSLY, YOU FIGHT LIKE A GIRL!” “I’M s-s-s-s orry.” said Bill. “YOU DARN RIGHT SHOULD BE!” Bill was now totally confused. “Well, first of all who are you?”
“I? I AM YOUR FAIRY GODBRICK”. The Brick said. “My who?” Bill said. “Well you must read fairy tales?” asked the brick. “No I’m actually 15!” Bill said. “SOOO WHAT!” The brick said in an annoyingly angry voice, “WHO SAYS YOU CANT BE TO OLD FOR FAIRY TALES!” “Well…..” muttered Bill. “WHATYA MEAN FAIRYTALES ARE FOR ALL AGES, EVEN ME, AND I’M 45! MY FAVOURITE IS CINDERELLA!” And so, the brick started blabbering on about Cinderella for 2 hours.
“…AND THEN THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END.” Bill was asleep already! The Brick woke him up. “Oh sorry I dazed off. I fell asleep at Once upon a time,” Bill said in a sleepy voice. And so the brick blabbered for another 4 hours. Once more, Bill fell asleep. The Brick woke him up again. “HEY, WHY DO KEEP FALLING ASLEEP.” “Well, I was expecting better entertainment.” “HEY, WHOOD YA EXPECT BRICK JAGGER!” The next morning, Bill was chattering about how an annoying pixie brick had come from under his bed the night before. And of course his stepfamily was laughing and Bill stood up to them. And the day ended with him locked outside.
He slept outside while he waited for them to let him back in. When it woke up, it was already 5 in the afternoon. Bill knocked on the door and Jimmy answered. “Oh, it’s you”. Bill ran so fast up to his room he almost knocked Jimmy over. “MR BRICK, MR BRICK WHERE ARE YOU!” Bill yelled. No one answered. “Please MR Brick. I have to enter tomorrow. Please, I thought you could help me because your magic.” “MAGIC… MAGIC!” yelled a voice coming from under his bed. Mr. Brick crawled out. “I AM NOT MAGIC! I JUST HAPPENED TO BE AT THE WRONG FACTORY. SO, THE HUMANS THREW ME AWAY INTO TOXIC WASTE THATS WHY I CAN TALK.” “But but… how did you magically appear under my bed?” “I came here because I didn’t know what to do. I’m a freak!” “You’re not!” said Bill. “OH, YES I AM!” “But then how did you glow?” asked Bill.
“HELLO? TOXIC WASTE!” “Oh, right!” said Bill. “Can you still help me with my Lego cart? He asked. “NO! BUT I KNOW WHO CAN. FOLLOW ME.” Replied the Brick. They climbed out the window onto the street. “TAXI!!!!.”
A cab pulled over. “Where you off to then?” “STUBBLE ROAD” said Mr. Brick. And off they drove to Stubble Road. They pulled up to a narrow street it looked like it was abandoned.
That’ll be 9 Studs please?” “Here ya go,” said Mr. brick “Cheerio!” And off the cab went.
They walked about 2 blocks before they got to a rusty old looking house. Mr. Brick shouted. “MAA!”
And then they heard an old voice. “Coming deary!” An old Lego woman opened the door. “Hello James, who’s this young lad?” “This is my godson. Oh he is, is he?” the woman said. “Come in, come in.” They walked inside. It looked like a Lego cart convention more than an old lady’s house! There were medals on the walls, photos and cut outs of old newspaper. Bill walked up to one of the newspaper cuttings. He read the title: BRICK CHAMPION COMES LAST IN FINALS. The newspaper was dated 13 years ago.
Then another one said: BRICK CHAMPION GEARS UP FOR BIG RACE. That was dated 12 years ago just before the New Year. And there was a picture of the small lady who opened the door, except she looked younger? No, this couldn’t be that old lady! Was she the World’s greatest Lego racing champion! Bill couldn’t believe it! He had watched her drive when he was a little boy! She was the greatest Lego person who ever lived! He heard a voice. “So, you figured it out?” said the old woman standing behind him.
“HUMM-NA HMMNA MUMM-NA HUMM-NA YEEEES!” said Bill. “WHY DID YOU QUIT?” “Because, when I crashed in that race it was all over. I knew I couldn’t go on.” “But then why did Mr. Brick bring me here?” asked Bill. “Because I do have my amazing Lego cart skills!” said the old woman.
And the next 4 hours they spent working on a Lego cart. Finally, it was done. It had supersonic jets on each side, super wheels and a flaming paint job. It was sure to win!
“OH NO!” shouted Bill, “it’s 5 to twelve we have to enter before it’s too late! Lets go!” Bill got in the cart and ZOOOOOM! He went flying; sure it would only take him 0.53 seconds to get to India. So, he was at the stadium building the same exact second he left Stubble Road! He rushed into the Lego cart Olympics building and got into the elevator. When he got out he ran to the desk. “I’m here to enter,” gasped Bill. “Ok, I need your name and your address?” said the man behind the desk. “77 Brick Street and my name is Bill.” Ok so be here on The 10th January,” said the man.
Nine days passed with his step-brother’s teasing him about making friends with a mutant and, sneaking off to an extremely old lady’s house. It was the night of the Lego racing cart tournament. Bill was secretly getting ready but he told his step-dad he would stay home and take care of the house. When his step-dad and brother’s had left, Bill rushed down to the garage. There, was the cart he and the old lady had made nine days ago! Bill hopped in and started the engine. In a split second he got to the racing track.
He saw his brother’s arguing about who would win. Jimmy’s cart was blue and had: THE POWER OF MATH spray-painted on its side panel. Dave’s cart was red and had: HAMBURGERS painted on the back. Then Mr. Brick came out wearing a black helmet, a red racing shirt and bright blue pants. “Thank you Mr. Brick,” Bill said in an astonished voice. “WELL IT WAS THE OLD LADY’S.”
“Ugghh!” screamed Bill, “that’s filled with old lady germ’s!” “Hey, do you know what I had to do to get this!” said Mr. Brick.
Everyone screamed as the door to the racing track opened. “Go on!” said Mr. Brick, “win this, win it!” he yelled. The announcer announced this was the grand blah blah blah. Bill wasn’t listening he kept his eyes on the track, suddenly, someone called “GO!”
Bill started his engine. It roared and ‘Zoom’ he was off! He could see in slow motion everything. It was a blur of cars running into each other, explosions! BOOM! KA-KA-KA-KA. Then suddenly everyone starts shouting. And Bill has won! Bill is the winner! Bill was so happy he started shouting too!
But! He didn’t see the bumpers at the end of the track and oh dear! His pants flew off and Bill himself flew so high he crashed back down into his house onto his bed! “Ouch!”
That night his stepfamily came home. Laughing, his stepbrothers came into his bedroom. “Bill, Bill, it was soooooo funny! A guy just like you won and his pants flew off and landed on someone’s head!” they paused, “hey! Where are your pants?” Uh oh, Bill’s real clothes were still at the Stadium! “Someone could track me down! Oh no, they can track me down! I’ll be in so much trouble.” He thought.
“BILL!” his step-dad’s voice called, “there is a man who wants to see you!”
Bill tried to sneak out the back door but his dad grabbed him by the ear and said. “You were supposed to stay here! You dirty little so…” “Mr. Noody! What are you doing to the worlds greatest racing cart driver?” His step-dad paused, then exclaimed, “ but he!” “NO BUTS! OFF TO YOUR ROOM MR. NOW!” Bill’s step-dad growled and marched off.
“Bill, you will be the next big thing in racing if, you can fit on these pants?” “Ok?” said Bill confused. Bill took the pants he was handed. They fitted perfectly! And he lived like a billionaire forever after.
THE END.
