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aw go fine and dandy, so it will,” Tony hid whispered.
      “Ah need a shite,” Johnboy hid whimpered back, as his stomach and arse started tae churn.
      “Fur Christ’s sake, Johnboy, jist wait a few minutes,” Tony hid hissed back.
      They’d baith looked upwards towards the ceiling as the thumping ae a baby hippo’s feet could be heard bounding doon the stairs, two at a time.
      “Ah cannae,” Johnboy hid whimpered hysterically in a high-pitched whisper.
      Tony hid grabbed him, while pushing the door behind him open. He’d jist managed tae shut the door quietly behind them as the clumping ae fat feet sailed past oan the other side ae the door. By the time Whistling Willie hid disappeared oot ae the front ae the close, Johnboy wis squatting doon oan the tap step, his troosers at his ankles, wae the skitters shooting through the air and landing oan the middle ae the ninth step wae a watery gushing splat. The second whoosh hidnae been quite as impressive as the first wan. That hid only made it tae the sixth step…although there wisnae any shame tae that, Johnboy remembered thinking tae himsel at the time. 
      “Hell’s teeth, Johnboy, get a move oan, will ye?”
      “Ah’ll need tae wipe ma arse wae something,” Johnboy hid groaned as he opened his school bag and looked inside.
      The only things inside hid been the box ae Maltesers, Senga’s birthday card and the letter fae Batty Smith, addressed tae his ma and da. He’d ripped open the broon envelope, whipped open the folded letter and hid jist caught a fleeting glimpse ae Batty Smith’s fancy signature, before gliding it across that bare arse ae his.  Who wid’ve thought he wid’ve been glad tae see that name?
      “Right, let’s go!” Tony hid said, haudin his nose wae the fingers ae his left haun, as he disappeared back intae the closemooth, followed by Johnboy, fastening up his troosers wae his new snazzy snake belt.
      Tony hid peered oot ae the front ae the close tae see where Fat Boy hid disappeared tae, while Johnboy stood behind him nervously, catching a strong whiff fae the back ae the close. He’d jist been thinking that he wis sure that he’d shut that door behind them when Tony wis aff, daeing his Tonto routine again.  By the time Johnboy hid goat aff his mark, Tony hid awready been hauf running across the street, past Fat Fingered Finkelbaum’s pawn shoap oan the corner ae Stanhope Street, before disappearing up the close between The McAslin Bar and The Fruit Bazaar. By the time Johnboy hid caught up wae him, it hid been as if they hidnae moved fae the other close, except that this wan didnae smell like the Stinky Ocean up in Cuddies Park.
      “Right, here’s whit’s gonnae happen, Johnboy. When his fat feet hit the lobby here, Ah’ll grab the basturt fae behind. When Ah’ve goat him, you start ladling intae him.”
      “Ah kin feel another shite coming oan,” Johnboy hid said, giggling nervously in a high-pitched whisper, haudin his stomach.
      “Naw, ye don’t. Jist haud it in this time,” Tony hid warned, giggling back at him. 
      It hid aw happened in a blur. Wan minute, Fat Tweety Bird wis whistling tae his heart’s content and the next he wis screeching in terror.  Tony wis shouting at Johnboy tae kick fuck oot ae him.  Johnboy hid jist stood there, frozen oan the spot. Tony hid been behind Tarzan wae his erms wrapped roond his fat chest, pinning his erms tae his sides while leaning back against the wall wae his legs crossed o’er the front ae Fat Boy’s. Fae where Johnboy hid been staunin, aw he could see wur two heids staring back at him…wan wae its mooth open in sheer terror and surprise, while the other wan wis shouting something tae him.  He couldnae hear a bloody thing and hid been jist aboot tae say something when a rush ae noise hid jist aboot burst his eardrums.
      “Fur fuck’s sake, Johnboy…scud the basturt!”
      Johnboy wisnae too sure whether he’d punched or kicked Fat