PETER RAN-OUT FROM THE WINDOWLESS-ROOM to the staircase. He heard Kitty barking to ‘greet’ Caroline who was at the main-door, after returning from her-nightshift. Peter ‘reached’ his-bedroom at the nick-of-time… as his-mother disengaged the home security-system…

… in the dark, behind his-closed door, Peter was breathing-shallow with the-confusion thoughts of ‘how’ he-had sleepwalked in the middle-of the-night and slept on the stinking-bed… beside his-twin who wore adult-diapers to-bed…

He then-heard heavy-footsteps outside of his tired-mother walking-up the stairs and entering her-bedroom – then a sudden surge of NEGATIVITY CAME-INTO the one-armed tween… that his inspector-mom was ‘selling’ his-house that his-father ‘built’ for him…

‘… no, I ‘won’t’ let it happen – I should ‘buy’ this-house myself…!’

Peter had been putting his thoughts in this ‘matter’ for the past couple-of-days in-scheming to buy the property before – the ‘for-sale’ signage Caroline had displayed at the front-lawn attracted a potential-buyer…

… and the only bankable-ploy was the low-hanging fruits that he was confident that he could-reap – which was-from THE ‘EXTORTION’ of the Zimmermans-household… who the father ‘SHOULD’ PAY the-millions – as Peter had in-his possession of nude-photos of Dougie’s mom taken in the 90s…

… that he ‘WOULD’ LEAK ONLINE of the millionaire’s wife ‘dubious’ dark-past of her-teens, if he ‘refused’ to-pay…

… but…

… the COERCION SHOULD-BE in-secret from his Inspector-of-Perth mother’s knowledge… as ‘what’ he was about to do-was A SERIOUS-CRIME – where his-downright mother would ‘not’ blink an-eye to arrest her ‘own’ flesh-and-blood…

… that was when-Peter thought that A 3RD-PARTY ‘should-do’ the blackmail – and the candidate(s) he chose to-do the offence was the HATEFUL-8… with him-as the Mastermind of the SQUEEZING-THE-ZIMS OP…

… where his-AI, Pete2.0 had ‘GIVEN’ HIM the-details of the millionaire, Hans-Zimmerman’s PERSONAL PHONE-number…

Peter had a-flash thought of Daniel Burnett in his mind – where the last he saw him was in the recent ‘failed’ Treasure-Hunt @THE DAD’S SECRET-BUNKER OP a fortnight ago… holding his-loot from his-father’s music room…

… of a photograph of the-Hindu Elephant-God horse-riding on his-Rat…

… then, HE ‘RECALLED’ bits-and-pieces of last night’s dream…

… meeting the ‘same’ Elephant-God… with-the-details were ‘fuzzy – but THE ‘DREAM’ was-regarding his-dad, Solomon Walker…

Peter chuckled…

‘… Beauty! Dad is SENDING ME a Good-Luck omen-sign – that I ‘should’ proceed as planned… to MAKE MY-MILLIONS to ‘buy’ my-house…’

The one-armed boy-then GLOWED’ RED filled with Mammon-greed in his heart-and-mind – as he fantasised the ‘endgame’ of him ‘owning’ the deed-of the House-of-Walker…

… it ‘gave’ the-motivation’ for him TO-PROCEED with the-Masterplan – Peter laughed-out as he picked-up his iPhone and called Daniel Burnette at the wee-hour of dawn…

-O-

Peter was ‘surprised’ that the-stoner picked-up his call – where ‘normally’ the minion-of-Bella…

… was ‘busy’ with his mediocre-tasks of rescuing strays, housing-them at the dog-farm and feeding them…

‘… how ‘does’ one makes money in rescuing-strays…? Dan-the-Man, I got a cracker-of a ‘proposition’ for-you all…’ Peter thought…

… as they-both face-timed… Peter saw in the-iPhone screen – Daniel with puffed-up eyes and smoking a-joint…

After some small-talks, Peter asked the whereabouts of Kirk Kiperman… the leader of the Hateful-8 – Daniel narrated in-his excited voice…

“… aye-mate, do you ‘know’ that the ugly 3-headed idol that Kirk took from your-dad’s secret bunker…? It’s worth thousand-of-dollars at the pawn-shop, hahaha…it is made of elephant’s ivory…!”

“… so, did Kirk ‘SELL’ IT…?” Asked the curios Peter…

“… ‘not-yet,’ he googled-that the price should-be higher than-what the bloody pawnshop owners were offering – Kirk is finding for ‘collectors’ who would ‘pay-up’ thousands more for it… right-now, Kirk is sitting-on it… and ‘bloody-worshipping’ it that the idol would make him-rich soon!”

The rapt-Peter laughed-out aloud…

“’See’… I told y’all, right… that my-Dad’ treasures will make you rich – now-listen here, Dan… I ‘got’ a plan that would make-us millions-rich for every one of us… yes, I have… this plan will get me to buy-and-own my-father’s house that is ‘now’ on-sale…!” Peter gloated.

Daniel heard of THE MASTERPLAN that would be-worth much ‘more’ that the sales of an antique ‘ivory’ idol … which was OF BLACKMAILING his senior-schoolmate’s millionaire-father WITH NUDE PHOTOS of Martha Zimmerman…

But Daniel declined – saying that the Hateful-8 SHOULD LIE-LOW after the ‘recent’ Charlie-the-Horse’s death in the ‘failed’ Zoo-Op…

“… come-on, mate – what are you-saying… this is a ‘sure’ deal-money on the table-plan… I want-this! Or-else, my house be-bloody ‘sold,’… and, I would be a-homeless Jimbo sleeping in the street…’…” Peter pressured him …

Daniel gave his-reasons…

“You don’t understand that Charlie’s father is a notorious gangster – who doesn’t ‘know’ that his son is dead for a month since the free-the-monkey heist at the zoo ‘went’ sadly-wrong…”

“Come-on… if the police ‘don’t-know,’ HIS FATHER ‘WON’T’ know-it too… we are ‘safe’ – believe-me, I live under-THE-ROOF WITH the Inspector-of-Perth, I ‘know’….!” Peter rejoindered…

“… yea, so far so-good… it’s A BLESSING the zombie-epidemic going-on ‘had’ left Perth lockdown… if ever CHUCKY MIGGS finds out the ‘truth’ of what both me-and-Kirk had ‘done’ – WE’RE ‘DEAD’…!!!” Said the-stoner…

Peter’s jaw dropped when Dan mentioned the ‘name’ of the-Horse’s father…

… a gambling ‘bookie’ whom he ‘was’ associated-with in the clay-courts ‘before’ the-BMW-accident…

… when Peter had a YouTube channel once he became the school’s district-champion – where Chucky-Miggs taught the art-of-gambling and made-him ‘some’ money-back then…

… they ‘both’ were close too – as Peter coming from a broken-family… he looked-up to the man for ‘fatherly-advice’…

“… I know Chucky Miggs from the other-Perth…” Peter blurted in the middle of his-reveries of his-past…

“… huh… what other-Perth…?” It ‘confused’ the-stoner…

… Peter didn’t reply, as he thought…

‘… maybe this is ‘another’ person named Chucky-Miggs…’

“How was Charlie his-son – when the surnames are-different…?” Peter asked…

“…Chucky Miggs is his prison-name in Fremantle-Gaol jail – his ‘real’ name is Charles Ross Sr… and ‘now’ his junior is dead…”

… they both were silent for a-moment – Peter saw Daniel rolling another joint…

“Come-on, Dan… let’s make some easy-peasy money in the meantime…” Pestered the Mammon-greedy Peter…

“Oii-Peter! You don’t know what ‘kind’ of person Chucky-Miggs is – he ‘had’ gone in-and-out of prison… he even ‘serve-for’ murder during his-younger-days, don’t ‘play’ with him – he’s dangerous…!”

Peter ‘listened’ to the 20-something as he told-some personal’ stories…

… that Kirk had worked for the gangster ‘before’… when Kirk’s parent kicked the meth-head out of their-house… and, Miggs took him under his-wings along his ‘own’ son, Charlie-the-Horse…

… but Miggs was in constant ‘clashes’ with the hot-headed Horse… who later walked-out of his-father’s life – and-then, both Kirk-and-Horse went on a business deal with Bella who was interested in setting up a Dog-farm…

Peter ‘remembered’ the night-of the Zoo-Op, when Bella brought-him to the Dog-farm on her-Ducati – to pick-up the ‘tools’ to cut-open the monkey-cages – where Peter saw movie poster belonging to Charlie-Junior… who was a fan of the Hollywood Western-genre films…

… Tarantino’s Hateful-8 poster was-where the animal-activists got their ‘gang-name’…

… and the poster-of ‘A-Man-Called-Horse’ was Charlie-Junior’s ‘nick-name’…

Daniel kept on telling Kirk’s personal-story…

“… Mr Miggs told Kirk to look-out for his son when he was in prison for 5 years-ago in an illegal firearm-deal arrest – now he’s back in Perth from prison… he might ask Kirk of his son…

“… if he knew Horse was dead – we-both have to run away to Tasmania or someplace… as Mr Miggs would send his men-to off us-dead…”

Peter coax him to his-plan…

“Come-on, you have a ‘situation’ now where you need ‘lots’ of money to run-across-states… and-Dan, you’re should-be more entrepreneur than Kirk… IF DANGER COMES, Kirk will save his-ass by selling the idol at the pawnshop below-cost… with less-money and he will abandon-you…

…but-Dan, I have a solution, to make big-and-fast money with my-Masterplan… where you’ll have your-own getaway money, if you’re ever-going to Tasmania or even-Mexico…”

Peter saw Daniel in the phone-screen, was ‘deciding’ in quiet… taking long-tokes of the-marijuana joint…

“… fair enough-Peter, I’ll do-it… under one condition that-both Kirk-and-Bella should ‘not’ know…”

Peter was rapt when he agreed…

“Yes! It’ll be ‘OUR’ OWN-SECRET! Just the 2-of-us, mate… even my inspector-mom should ‘not’ know too… or I’ll be packing-off to Mexico with you, hahaha…

“… I’ll send the photos-now…”

“…err-wait… will they pay…?”

“…yes, they-will… they’re ‘not’ paupers-like-us! They are dipshit millionaires in the mining industry – where they use the paper-money notes as toilet paper…

“… I’ll send the photos-now…”

“…err-wait… I’ll give you-another number of my Burner-phone – you send the pix-there…”

Peter sent the file to Daniel – who was admiring the aesthetics of the Polaroids taken 30+ years ago – he asked…

“Who took these photos…?”

Peter did ‘not’ say that his-late father, Solomon was the ‘photographer… instead he ‘changed-the-subject to…

“… hahaha, isn’t my school mate’s mom so ravishing lovely, or-what …? I’ve already beaten my-monkey to her-teen photos, hahaha… but she’s a hag-now… in her 40s-or-50s…”

They soon agreed on the Blackmail-amount of AUD$4,000,000 – split 2-ways…

“… 2-for-me – 2-for-you, hahaha…”

They were excited of the prospect of instant-richest for a-moment, until – Daniel repeating-spoke of the threat of Chucky-Miggs… Peter was again-quiet and listened – then, he ‘got’ a ‘burning-question’ that he was dying-to-ask…

“… hey, tell-me, Dan… where did YOU-BOTH BURY the-Horse’s head-and-limbs…?”

After some hesitation… Daniel revealed the Hateful-8’s ‘secret’…

“… we ‘buried’ it-HERE IN THE FARM… it’s what Charlie would-have-wanted – now, he’s ‘watching’ over the dogs with-us – I ‘miss’ that-feller Charlie and his-horsing around, hahaha…”

Peter heard endearing-stories of Daniel’s departed-friend, Charlie-Junior…

… that Bella was close to him, as a-fellow animal lover – where, he initiated the plan-of ‘free-the-monkeys’ from the zoo on his belated 27th birthday @the motel before he died later that evening…

“… hope this-Zim-deal pays off… and with the-money, I want to-get-out and away from Perth to either Thailand-or-Malaysia as those are the corrupted-countries that would-be a safe-haven hideout from that ‘killer,’ Chucky Miggs…

On that sombre-note, Daniel ended the call…

-O-

Peter sat in the-dark bedroom after his-call to Daniel – he knew that Dan-the-Man ‘needed’ more conviction as Peter was ‘afraid’ that Dan-the-man ‘would’ back-off from the Blackmail-of the-Zimmerman’s deal…

… where he needed ‘MORE’ PERSUASION – where in their-conversation, he knew Daniel was terrified of the Killer-Chucky Miggs… and, Peter would capitalise ON THAT FEAR – making Mr Miggs as a-boogieman…

Peter chuckled in-the-dark…

… that as a 12-year-old – he could soon make a ‘minion’ of an-adult…

‘… yea, soon you-and-I would-be in this-together – all I have to-do, is to ‘kick’ your stoner-lazy-ass for the next couple-of-days… and tell you ghost-stories that the Horse came-back-from the dead and told me to-say-that his-Killer-Dad is ‘coming’ to-get him, hahaha…”

Peter laughed in-the-dark…

… he turned his-head and looked at the alarm-clock, to realise-that – he had one more-hour before he got ready for school…

‘… homework time…’

He switched on his desk-lamp, he took out the large-envelope from the-drawer… and-went through the stash-of-photographs again to ‘find’ anything interesting on the boogieman, Chucky ‘the-Killer’ Miggs…

… there were the younger-version of Miggs were in 3 group-photos with Solomon @the casinos – but ‘not’ selfies with his-dad, UNLIKE…

… the mysterious burly European-man with sharp-nosed features ‘was’ in SEVERAL ‘SELFIE’ photos with his-late dad in-the-casino…

‘… who is ‘THIS’ MAN …? He looks like-the Andrew-Sarkis actor… and he seemed like ‘good-mates’ with dad back-in-the days…’

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AT THE HILTON, JANE WILSON ‘HAD’ a weird dream. And, since as a visually-impaired person she ‘only’ heard sounds of spoken-words – and she recognised the ‘voice’ of her baby-brother…

… and, the ‘weird’ part was… Samuel ‘was ‘not’ speaking in-his ‘limited’ BABY-TALKS’ but his-speech was in-full sentences – just like the talkative cherub-Kerubiel of the Garden-of-Eden…

… Samuel said…

“… Jane, thank you for saving me from those-carnivorous baboons which tried to ‘eat me-alive…”

“… no-worries… I’ll do-anything for you, my sweet Baby-Yoda…”

“… Baby-Yoda…? Who is that? But you may address-me as Your-Highness Prince Jaheem of the Wanga Nabongo tribe-Kingdom…”

Jane laughed-and-teased…

“… hahaha, don’t get big-headed, you-short-round… just because Alicia painted your-face like a Kenyan-warrior does ‘not’ make you the prince-of-Kenya, hahaha…”

“No-Jane, I ‘truly-am’ the prince-of-Kenya!” The ‘unpleased’ child’s voice protested…

Jane’s 3rd-eye ‘opened’…

… she ‘saw’ bright golden-glow of the contour-outlines of her baby-brother’s face as he argued – and, he was wearing A CROWN in his-head…

“… wow… you’re ‘indeed’ an African-prince…”

“… see-Jane, I told you, right…?”

Both the brother-and-sister laughed…

Jane was chuckling when she woke-up from the dream, on her-king-sized hotel-bed. She was grinning positive as she stretched herself in the soft-bed and her thoughts-flowed to heartaches…

… she ‘missed’ playing with her-brother ‘since’ their doctor-mother took him away to Uncle-Christopher’s house – now-that her parents were ‘separated’…

‘… how am I going to ‘protect’ Jaheem from-any ‘future’ dangers…?’

Jane decided to call her-Uncle Christopher-Turner’s house - later after-school… and talk to her baby-brother as she had been-longing to-hear his-voice that she had missed-listening for the past 3-days…

She got off from the bed to go to the bathroom to prepare herself to go-to school. Jane was fuelling herself with positive-thoughts that Popobawa would ‘NOT’ ATTACK-again…

… she remembered the ‘last-day’ she saw Jaheem which-was-when, Shelley-and-Anthony had their last-quarrel – and the doctor-mother ‘decided’ to take ‘both’ of them-away from their-father. But Jane ‘refused’ to-follow…

Jane was glad she had made the ‘right’ decision to stay with her-daddy… to get-away from her bully-mother. For the past 3-days – everything had ‘gone’ perfectly-well and positive in the blind-tween’s life as she was ‘focused’ in her-new school-term…

… and-also, her-freedom for her-love life…

At the bathroom-mirror, blind-Jane thought of Paul when she brushed her-teeth… through the reflection of the mirror that she could ‘not see – but in her-mind’s eye, she saw’ him kissing-her at the secluded South-beach during their recent school’s Family-day outing…

… she had given-up on her wine-drinking nightcap… where she did ‘not’ drink last-night before going to-bed – as Paul told her ‘NOT’ TO… as it was ‘detrimental’ to her body-and-health in-the-future…

Jane chuckled when she ‘remembered’ Terry-Donovan ‘teasing’ – when she ‘kissed’ Paul in-front of the class yesterday… that ‘they-should’ get a room – and go-about ‘producing’ little ‘Tarzans-and-Janes’…

‘… yes, in the-future I’ll have lots of babies with my-Tarzan-love ‘when’ we ‘both’ get-married and-live happily ever-after…’

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IN THE WINDOWLESS BEDROOM, PAUL-TOO had a weird-dream… where he was 8-year-old just like Peter. In the dream, Principal Harris had ‘ordered’ fine-dining country-club food to be delivered @the Walker-house…

… he was ‘really’ hungry – and his-twin, Peter had ‘instigated’ the idea… TO ‘STEAL’ the dessert of mutton meat-pies that WAS INSIDE the portable big-metal hot food-warmer that was pushed-around on-wheels…

… ‘when’ no-one was looking, the Walker-twin sneaked to the giant food-warmer – and opened the big metal-door. Hot-steam from the-tray of boiling water below lit by sterno fuel canisters hit their faces…

… from below the youngsters saw the tray of desserts were high from their-reach…

“Poe, you go inside – and lift-down the tray, and I grab the pies…”

Paul stepped inside the hot-metal warmer and tilted the tray… Peter took 2 meat-pies…

The younger-twin was ‘shocked’ when Peter slammed the metal door-shut… and locked-it…

… it was dark in-the hot-sauna-like coffin – and Paul was terrified…

“… let me-out! Peter, LET ME-OUT! Mom!!!”

Paul woke-up from the nightmare… and ‘sighed’…

… and realised that Peter ‘was’ gone, left his-room where HE SLEPT TOGETHER with-him last-night…

‘… did my twin ‘tricked’ me into going INTO ‘HIS-DREAMS’ with his-sob stories of wanting to ‘find’ dad… and ask for ‘forgiveness’…?’

… now, he DON’T TRUST the 8-year-old devil… who he-learnt ‘details’ that Peter ‘had-killed’ their dad for THE 2ND-TIME IN the OBE dimension…

He remembered ‘parts’ of the ‘details’ – as Mercury had taught him to remember his dreams in the ‘waking’ hours to-be ‘used’ as intel for the Defender-of-Perth’s strategies of ‘fighting’ evil from the Underworld…

Paul had sketchy-details of his father – who was an-apostate – was serving HIS SENTENCE in both the Christian-and-Hindu afterlife-realms…

All he remembered was:

In-the Christian’s Purgatory – where his-dad ‘wanted’ to be ‘toasted’ there as the Burning-man for 333-earth-years… so that he ‘could’ safe Peter’s soul later from eternally-condemnation in the Abrahamic-Hell In-the Hindu’s Samsara – a deity in his-loincloth had told Peter that his dad won’t end-up as mutton-curry… as the karma-of-the goat would be ‘destined’ into ‘being’ rebirth to a human-form

Paul learned ‘new’ buzzwords too like ‘Divine-Intervention’ and ‘Instant-Karma’ from the loinclothed-deity that:

* Through the ‘Divine-Intervention’ of the SACRIFICIAL-GOAT – came the ‘Instant Karma’ that his-dad, Solomon-Walker would-be ‘born’ as a-human ‘soon’ in another-world

Paul glowed in bright-blue with positive thoughts THAT HIS-DAD would-be reborn ‘again’ in some-other ‘world’ soon…

-O-

In the bathroom, Paul sat-on the dunny – ‘recalling’ any-other details that he had-missed… he then-thought of his-girlfriend… whether he should tell her ‘about’ the 8-year-old Peter’s incident of ‘coming’ to his-bedroom last night…

… he told-her about the 8-YO before… but she ‘RIDICULED’ HIM – as she was ‘drunk’ then when he told-her…

Paul sighed…

‘… okay-Jane, you too said that – you DON’T ‘NEED’ me protecting-you, right…?

‘… yea, you can ‘TAKE-CARE’ yourself, right…? You went ‘solo’ in your-mission in the Garden-of-Eden with your-dog – and, you fought-and-defeated evil…

‘… I too did MY-SOLO MISSION last night… nothing ‘glamourous’ like-yours… just checked-in on my-oldman in Purgatory where he was there as the Burning-man… serving his time there as a penance for the ‘sins’ of his ‘cursed-and-possessed’ eldest twin-son…

‘…nah, it’s ‘NOT’ IMPORTANT… you got your ‘own’ family-problems – and-I-got ‘mine’…’

Paul heard Kitty barking at the backyard and followed-by slamming the front-door…

‘…the ‘devil’ is going-early to school…’

… he felt that he could ‘not’ trust Peter – in any-age, shape and-realm he encountered his-twin…

… as they ‘were’ all evil…

-O-

He dressed-up with his tight-black long pants… and left the bedroom. He had roughly 10-minutes before Gary picked-him up… ample time to finish his-coffee and feed-Kitty… and play with her – as he had ‘taught’ her a ‘NEW’ TRICK…

… to be-his ‘slow-dance’ partner…

Since his inspector-mom was sleeping upstairs – he levitated to the backdoor… opened it to meet his dog…

… he had trained-her lately – to ‘not’ to be freaked-out of his ‘floating’ superpower during his ‘wrestling-bouts’ on the grass…

“… come-on, Kitty – LET’S DANCE…”

She ‘stood-upright’ on her 2-hind legs as her levitating-Master in his-uniform came to her – Kitty-then stepped on Paul’s leather black-shoes… Paul supported her by holding-on the dog’s back…

… as they floated around and did ariel-circles in the backyard in their ballroom dance… Paul then ‘la-la-la’ the tune of ‘Daisy-Bell’ as he gracefully led Kitty… who was ‘enjoying’ the dance-ride as her-tail wagged frantically…

“… okay Kitty-girl, the SHOW IS ‘OVER’ – Gary’s coming-soon… meaning, I gotta-go to school… let’s race-now… Come-come, hahaha…!”

Paul let-the dog-down… and flew to the backdoor with the excited Belgian Malinois chasing him…

“… I’m first – I’m faster than-you, hahaha…!”

The crippled-tween then grabbed the half-filled paper-sack of dog-chow and filled her-bowl. Kitty was licking his hand… so that he would ‘pour’ some-extras…

“… no-no-no… I’m feeding you according to the ‘recommended’ diet-amount said-on the packet-label – and, being fat-myself… I don’t want my-dance-partner who is equally fat-too, hahaha…”

Paul watched his dog-eat as he pat-off the dog’s fur sticking from his school-blazer that he-wore – smiling he wished her-goodbye…

“… I love you, girl, take care – BE ALERT, okay…? Don’t let the zombies ‘bite’ you, if ever they-come…”

-O-

Paul got Gary’s miscall – meaning the he’s ‘around’ the-corner to pick-up… that Paul ‘should’ be-waiting at the front-gate of Walker-house. When the crippled-tween opened the front-door, he was ‘shocked’…

… by the noisy insects by the-thousands at the front-yard – it was deafening buzzing sounds of stridulation of their rubbing their body-parts against-another. The bugs of all-sizes, colours and species were congregated at the lawn… feasting-on everything organic-green…

… they were flying, hopping and crawling in the garden – and, it was of biblical-proportion just like Moses’ – WHO-BROUGHT the locust-plague to ‘punish’ the Pharoah-of-Egypt…

On his-wheelchair, Paul looked in-horror at:

The-front lawn – on the grass was filled with clusters of Azalea-lace bugs, grasshoppers, Bronze-orange bugs and locusts… trilling as they were destroying the lawn-grass The weeping-willow tree – had thousands of African Black-beetle, European-earwigs, crawling-millipedes, scale-insects, weevils, tree-borers that-were attacking the tree’s barks-and-roots… with meanly-bugs forming cocoons that clung-on the hanging-leaves The flower-pots of Caroline – were infected by crawling slugs-and-snails, webbed spider-mites, psyllids ‘eating’ the leaves-and-flowers… with Citrus-gall wasps and Codling-moths flying-around to lay their-eggs

Paul sat helpless as he witnessed the garden pest-and-parasite that were wrecking the lawn. But the weird-thing was the critters were ‘ONLY’ ATTACKING the Walker’s house in the suburb-neighbourhood…

His first-reacting was to ‘alert’ his sleeping-mom… who too would-be shocked ‘later’ when she discovered the ‘damages’ – that would devaluate the sales of the house-further…

Paul looked in-destitute… recalling the only good-childhood memories of the Walker’s broken-home – were ‘when’ Solomon-and-Caroline happy-together when they did their Sunday-gardening…

… but were now ‘ruined’ by BlackStar’s natural disaster – of the locust-plague…

Paul was pissed-of…

“GET-OUT MY-LAWN, YOU-PESTS!”

The Defender-of-Perth shouted…

… an instant-massive sonic-vocal-cord HIT THE LAWN – and swept the bugs-away as they flung-over by the-sonic blast and fell-over the fence… onto the road in front of the Walker-house…

Paul was shocked as he placed his hand to cover his-mouth – as the aftermath of seeing the bugs were dead or-nearly-dead… with their exoskeletons littering in black-piles of coal-like on the street…

… and that-also ‘activating’ cars’ alarms in the neighbourhood…

… Paul then realised that he had a ‘NEW’ SUPERPOWER – the supersonic-shrills of a BANSHEE…

Even his ears were-ringing BY THE LOUDNESS – coupled with neighbourhood car-alarms and barking-dogs… where Kitty too was yapping-and-howling at the-backyard…

… THEN PAUL witnessed another astounding phenomenon… that was totally baffling…

… when the skies went ‘dark-and-noisy’…

… with a flock of tens-of-thousands of local exotic-birds screaming… in-flight coming from the rear ariel-direction of the back of the Walker-house…

The noisy shrieking birds raucously flew over Paul’s head – and with distinct-loud laughter of the kookaburra-species… the thousands of birds descended on the road in-front of the Walker-house – and were ‘eating’ the dead bugs-and-slugs…

Paul’s jaw dropped as he saw the amazing ‘spectacle’ – together with his-neighbours coming out houses… who were ‘alerted’ by their car-alarms…

… everyone saw and some-videoed the birds of all-species and colours like bluebirds, Cardinals, Grosbeaks, Nuthatches, ravens and many-more – grazing at a buffet-feast of the Arthropoda-invertebrates littered on the streets…

Within-a-minute, thousands of dead-bugs were ‘eaten’ by the large flock-of noisy-birds – and they then took-flight… when the grey Nissan Almere arrived…

Gary Morrison too was amazed by the birds in-flight, as he exclaimed-and-rambled…

“Wow, did you ‘see’ that, Paul!? What a beauty! I saw some Rainbow-lorikeets and wattle-birds… is this the migration of waterbirds season happening Downunder…? What are the-odds that everything happened-here in front of your-house, Paul…?”

Paul was quiet as he nodded passively to his-Uber driver… listening to the distant sound of the laughing Kookaburras in the skies… as he was still in-shock…

… where he was tongue-tied TO COMPREHEND that the outcome of his-superpower of sonic-blast that-had fed the birds’ brekkie of assorted dead bugs-and-slugs – as they made a street ‘clean-up’ before flying-away…

In the traveling car, Gary was going about the Animal Planet documentaries he had watched on the subject of birds’ migration – while Paul sat at the backseat… as he wondered…

‘… mom had-SLEPT THROUGH IT… poor-and-tired mom… with her night-shifts in her ‘own’ city ‘clean-up’ of zombie-epidemic left by rabid-diseased Hajji – why as a Defender-of-Perth AM I ‘NOT’ bloody doing anything about it…?’

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PETER LEFT A-TEXT TO BELLA that he was cycling to school that morning and don’t need her-Uber pickup… and would see her in-school later…

…he ‘needed’ HIS ALONE-TIME – as he wanted to-plan his Zimmermans’ blackmail… right to the nitty-gritty details… so-to ‘not’ get-caught for the-crime…

He wanted to create a ‘ruse’ by being a popular-and-lovable guy in the 2nd-floor of the seniors’… to ‘coverup’ the suspicion as an extortionist to Dougie’s family…

… and also ‘rebuild’ broken-bridges – with his-Irish backbencher-mates by inviting-them to his 13th-birthday that-weekend…

… where he ‘expected’ them to-come – and bring-along ‘prezzies’…

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The 2 days of lesson-orientation was over – and it was a full-day bombardment of lessons to-learn… but Peter was ‘distracted’ in-thoughts in-class…

… so, he ‘switched-on’ his AI to ‘record’… and, have Pete2.0 to ‘tutor’ him-later…

He was ‘glowing’ in-red with negative-vibes that morning – for ‘sharing’ a classroom with his 2 adversaries… the Defenders-of-Perth:

Jane who had ‘hurt’ him-badly during their ‘hide-and-seek’ encounter in the Garden-of-Eden Paul for ‘stealing’ his Mayor’s Bravery-award of his Rottnest Island’s sea-rescue… where his-twin’s lame zoo’s Tik-Tok video was more ‘popular’ to the Perthians

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It was during recess when his mood-changed to positive where at the canteen – the new ‘found’ rich-friend, Ken Chan was with him-and-Bella…

The Chinese teenager ‘INVITED’ THEM-OVER to his manor later in the-afternoon – and offered assistance to look into Peter’s faulty’ robotic arm…

… which Peter ‘accepted’ – as it was the school’s TENNIS-SEASON SOON… and he ‘wanted’ to be tiptop ‘PREPARED’ FOR…

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THE REPORTER LANA LANE STUMBLED UPON a phenomenal news from the social-media where Instagram-videos had gone viral – of a flock of thousands of birds were migrating… and, had landed in a ‘particular’ neighbourhood in the suburb-Perth…

… which-was right in front of the Walker-house – where Lana’s ‘Person-of-Interest’ lived…

… as she was into her ‘CONSPIRACY-THEORY’… where Paul Walker was ‘suspected’ to have superhero’s powers… and, had been-using his-handicapcy to ‘cover-it-up’ events:

At the thunderstorm in the Treeton dairy-farm – he was ‘struck’ by lightning that ‘gave’ him the-powers At the Wilsons’ residence, on the night of the Black-panther attack – he ‘rescued’ his blind-girlfriend and her-baby brother by ‘killing’ the man-eater At the South Perth-Zoo visit, he had ‘electrocuted’ an attacking adult Black-rhino – and put the massive-beast into a-coma… … now, at the Walker-house… dead-insects in piles-of-thousands were found in front of the front-gate ‘eaten’ by birds – that might link to...

‘… I’m finally going to ‘get-and-nail’ that incredible-story – of the ‘SECRETIVE’ SON-of-the Inspector-of-Perth… who has been doing these ‘incredible’ feats anonymously in the city’s backyard…’