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The Revenge Of The Hitmons. Ludwig Böhm
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isbn 9783745038705
Автор произведения Ludwig Böhm
Жанр Документальная литература
Издательство Bookwire
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.
"There are the new hitmons in there," the boy began. "They are in the game console of the blue series. But Rauruk is not there because he belongs to the brown series. And the coaches gather up Hitmons and Tom wants to be champion. Do you know there are already 100 hitmons? But Rauruk is my favorite. He is really sweet. But you must not touch him too tightly, otherwise he will bite. And everyone has his abilities. As you can..."
"Stop, Niki," Benny interrupted him energetically. "You drive Me crazy!"
His son's eyes widened in horror. Benny took a deep breath and continued:
"I've always believed you were interested in something sensible. For example science. Instead, you spend all your spare time with these stupid creatures, who neither promote the memory of a child nor are useful. At my time there were television series, in which the people were still stimulated to think. But today only stupidity has succeeded. I do not want you to be a victim of this fraud. If I have to listen to the music of today's music, I feel bad. This can not be borne by a normal person. "
Both had stopped.
"Well," Niki said, "can I do something for you to listen to classical music?"
"I do not like classical music," the father said. "I'm on the right track."
"What do you know about sound music?" Niki asked, laughing.
"More than you believe," replied his father. He leaned and laid his hands on his son's arms.
"You know, you should at least be more reasonable."
Niki looked at his father. There was something like repentance in his eyes.
"Oh, are you angry now, Daddy?" He asked in a low voice.
"For a father whose son is interested in such useless things, I am very much in the mood." Came Benny.
Niki lowered his gaze and stood motionless for a few seconds. Then he looked up and said softly,
"But you always said that I had to build my own world to get to know life better."
"You got me wrong, Niki," corrected Benny. "I meant that you should not stick to fashion waves, because that is not only seductive, but also damaging. I want to tell you what the hitmons are. It's ... it's Hitmons. "
Niki had hitherto listened silently, but now he was back in his famous trickbox. At first he looked at his father with his kulleraugen and said softly:
"Father,"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
Benny took his son in his arms and said,
"I love you too, Niki."
A thick and tender kiss between father and son was now the reaction.
Shortly after, Niki looked at his father with bright eyes.
"You know," he began. "It would not hurt you to marry again."
For a second fraction, the smile froze on Benny's face. Then he grinned and gave back:
"Well, I know it would not hurt you. Come, child! "
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