小屁孩树屋历险记 · 06 The 78-Storey Treehouse
CHAPTER 7 COWDUGGERY! All the Andys land in a big sprawling pile… but I land headfirst in a nearby prickle bush. The Andys are groaning and yelling and shouting as they try to untangle themselves. Some of them are angry.
Some are laughing. And some are crying. Which is understandable. They've—I mean, we've—all had a pretty big fall. Mr Big Shot crawls out from under the pile of Andys and stands in front of them, his hands on his hips. 'Which one of you clowns is the real Andy?' he demands.
'Me!' they all shout. 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Me!' 'Let me put it another way then,' growls Mr Big Shot, rolling up his sleeves. 'Nobody destroys my set and gets away with it. So which one of you wants to die first?'
'Not me!' shout the Andys. 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' 'Not me!' I know at this point I should come out of hiding and rescue the Andys but, hey, I don't want to die any more than they do. And it's their own fault, after all. I mean, I did try to stop them.
'I don't think any of them are the real Andy,' says Jill, studying the Andy clones carefully. 'I know him pretty well and none of these Andys look quite right.' 'Then where is he?' says Mr Big Shot.
'Probably hiding,' says Mel Gibbon. 'He obviously put the Andys up to this to disrupt the filming. Pretty low trick to get a bunch of clueless clones to do your dirty work for you—but that's obviously the sort of person he is.' 'Well, he'll find out what sort of person I am if he ever dares to show his face around here again,' says Mr Big Shot, pulling his cameras and camera operators from the pile. 'Come on, you lot,' he barks. 'We've got to rebuild that observation deck and get this movie back on track. Let's go!'
