By Brent Hartinger
For many youngsters, fifteen is the yr of the non-compulsory summer season activity: definite, you will get a task in the event you actually need one, however it is not required or whatever. Too undesirable Dave's dad does not agree! rather than having fun with lengthy days of cycling, swimming, and sitting round, Dave and his most sensible associates are being pressured via their fathers right into a summer time of tough exertions. the chums have whatever else in brain, even though: not just will they no longer paintings over the summer time, yet they are decided to trick everybody into believing they truly do have jobs. So what if the lifeguard does not have a tan or the fast-food employee isn't really bringing domestic buckets of unfastened bird? there is just one challenge: Dave's dad wishes proof that his son is really bringing in funds. And that implies Dave, Curtis, and Victor must get a few . . . with out breaking the legislations and with out doing any paintings! venture candy existence is designed for the humorous and lazy bone in all of us—a precise comedy of mistakes (without any effort!) from professional storyteller Brent Hartinger.
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How much is that freedom worth to you? And don’t forget, it’s not like we don’t get anything out of it. ” I asked. We had great stuff in the bomb shelter, true, but I didn’t see how all of it put together could be worth seven grand. An image of the plasma lamp back in my bedroom flashed through my mind. We might make it to seven thousand dollars, I realized, if the three of us also sold our personal possessions. It was kind of incredible what a kid could accumulate over the years even without a job, what with birthdays and Christmases and graduations.
I was wondering where this stapler was! she seemed to be saying. I’ve been looking all over for it because, you know, I really need to staple something! She was nervous. But why? 53 Curtis looked at us as if to say, Well? It seemed an impossible coincidence that we’d see something even vaguely suspicious after staking out the bank for ten minutes. I mean, what were the odds? Still, we spent the rest of the afternoon watching the bank. We didn’t see anything else out of the ordinary, but our attention had been piqued, so I knew we’d be back.
Yeah, we could take a video of the robbery,” Victor said. “Oh, wait, no, we can’t! ” “I don’t know exactly how we’ll catch the robber,” Curtis said. ” Victor said. “If that bank is only robbed once every three months, doesn’t that mean we might have to watch it all summer long? I thought the whole point of Project Sweet Life was that we end up with a sweet life. ” “It pays a hundred thousand dollars, for one thing,” Curtis said. ” We rode our bikes over to Capitol American Bank. It happened to be the branch where I had my own bank account (currently nearly empty, alas).