Ludwig Böhm - The Revenge Of The Hitmons

"Fresh in the place it is made of clay!

Today she must be a bell. Fresh friends, be at hand ... "

While the little Niki recited the poem, one could look closely at it.

Niki was the younger likeness of his father. The same hair, the same nose, face shape, even the mouth was like that of his father. Only the deep-black eyes, from which a lot of temperament flashed, came from his mother. Although Benny was often unable to cope with the inexhaustible energy of his son, he loved the child idolatrous, for Niki was the only consolation after Benny's fate.

Niki was quite self-sufficient for his age. He often went shopping alone and could even cook. But his fierce temperament sometimes brought his father to the boil.

And yet, Niki possessed the certain something with which he could conquer all hearts. His classmates appreciated and loved him. Teachers also praised him in high tones. Just recently, Benny had received a letter from the school management, which included:

"Niki thrives magnificently, and he is the jewel in our school."

While Niki recited the poem, he was mustered by all the pupils of the class. Especially the dark-haired Julia beamed at him. She was an inconspicuous, not very pretty girl with sad eyes, and would have liked to become his friend, but she was too shy to tell him. But now there was determination in her eyes. Did she want to tell him something today? She did not let him out of his sight. Finally, today was the last day of school before the Easter holidays.

The bell rang. The children packed everything together, because nothing could be forgotten. Niki whizzed out of the schoolroom and cleared his locker. Today he wore his beloved dark blue jeans, a black T-shirt with a hit-on print, as well as blue and white striped shoes. He was in the middle of emptying as his classmate Julia slowly approached him.

"Hello, Niki," she said shyly.

The boy turned around.

"Oh, Julia. What's up?"

A little embarrassed, the girl looked at him and said softly:

"Belated happy birthday. I ... "Julia interrupted herself and lowered her gaze. Then she looked at him again and continued:

"I have a gift for you."

She held a pack in her hand. When Niki opened it, he got big eyes. It was a Rauruk-Spardose, which could speak, if one a coin. Niki's eyes glowed all over his face, and he pressed a fat kiss on his cheek to his classmate.

"Thank you, Julia!" He beamed. "Are you better now?"

"Yes," she said sadly. "Too stupid that I've been sick for the first time. I would have liked to have been at your birthday party. "

"Next year, you have to be careful that you're coming to my party." "Then I'll be ten."

Julia beamed at her classmate.

"I promise," she swore. "Bye!"

And she disappeared.

Niki looked at Spardose. A small button was attached to the back of the head. Niki pushed him and suddenly heard a voice:

"Huki, Huki!"

Niki's eyes widened. And then he pushed the button.

"Huki, Huki, Huki!" It sounded this time.

The boy took the Spardose firmly in his hands and whispered:

"I'll keep her in honor, Julia." He put the Spardose in his satchel, took another jacket out of the locker, and closed the door on which his name stood.

He ran through the school hall as his classmate Robert Schweiger stormed at him.

"Niki!" He shouted from a distance. "Your daddy is here. He's standing outside the gate! "

Niki stormed straight through the school to the main entrance, which was separated from the Pausenhof to the school building. He rushed through the schoolyard and saw his father standing at the wall.

"Papa," he cried, pleased.

Immediately he ran to his father and jumped into his arms.

A fat welcome kiss followed, then Benny said,

"Come, child. We're going to go shopping now. "

At that moment Mrs. Gerold came to the fence. From a distance she cried:

"Well, now I can finally get to know the father of our jewels."

Benny looked up and looked into the teacher's eyes.

"You Papa, this is Mrs. Gerold," said Niki.

"Mrs. Gerold, as I have learned," he greeted him, handing her hand.

"Yes, I am," she confirmed.

"Niki has already told you that you are representing Mr. Baumgartner," said Benny. "And other things."

"I hope it's nothing negative." Mrs. Gerold laughed.

"My son does not speak negatively about his fellow men," Benny explained. "A property that I admire very much in it. I wish I had more of it. "

"They seem to envy their child very much," said Mrs. Gerold.

"And how." Confessed Benny. "He has what I want."

"And he also has an inexhaustible energy," continued Mrs. Gerold.

"Who do you say that to?" Sighed the promoter.

Niki laughed and said,

"We wanted to go shopping."

Soon both were in the supermarket. As Benny collected the goods, Niki whizzed to the comics as usual. Already he had a hitmons book in his hand and leafed through it.

His father murmured,

"Mmh, a pack of noodles still for Niki. Oh, I can not forget the fries. Now a limo ... "

When Benny had finished, he took the shopping cart to the checkout, where he was already received by the saleswoman.

"Good morning, Herr Fischer," she greeted him, smiling. "Is not Niki here today?"

"Oh, he's buzzing around the comics," he replied, turning toward magazines and shouting,

"Niki, come at last!"

"I'll be right, Papa," resounded the bright child's voice.

Benny stood up, put the things on the tape and shouted back again:

"Niki! Are you sleeping?"

"I'm coming," his son called back.

He was already rushing through the shelves to checkout. He stopped in front of Benny and held the hitmons book in his hand. His father did not seem to like it. He crossed his arms.

"Look at one!" He muttered. "His royal insolence deigned to come. And as always with empty hands. Immediately you put that back. "His tone had already become more severe.

"Oh, Papa!" The little boy looked at his father with his big kulleraugen.

"Do what I tell you, Niki!" Commanded Benny seriously.

"But Papa," returned his son, as his father twisted his eyes annoyed. "You read something like that before."

"Not a nonsense," said Benny. "This is only stupid, has no sense for reality and does not promote the memory."

"But the book is great, besides, it does not cost much, only 2 euros," Niki advised him. "And the hitmons are really cool. Each Hitmon has a different ability and they can help their coaches. You see, without Hitmons one does not come out! "

"I only see that you have become a light-believing victim of advertising," said Benny indignantly. "So, get away with it. I do not want you to be as stupid as the other children, just because you want to be "in", or as you call it today. "

"Do not you think a supermarket is not the right place for a discussion?" His son asked.

That sat. Benny took a deep breath, not to get rid of his anger in public. Niki saw this and triumphed inside. If his dad would give in now ...

Benny was at the checkout and it was not long before the articles of his purchase were all gone. Niki stood close to him, the hitmons book in his right hand.

Benny looked into his son's eyes. He already knew what would happen now, for the little one knew exactly how to wrap his father around his finger. The popcorn on the conveyor belt were the last and right. Who would win now?

"All right, leg!" Benny groaned complacently. But his eyes flashed both anger and dangerous.

"Thank you, Papa!" Niki beamed, hit the Hitmons booklet on the conveyor belt and snuggled to his father. He did not look happy. Again he breathed deeply.

"How do I get to this child?" He thought.

After both had left the supermarket, Benny wanted to open one of his usual booths. However, not in anger, that was not his style. The cool Benny was sober and factual, quite the opposite of his spirited son. But before Benny could begin, Niki came before him.