There Goes The Neighborhood
Another Junior Chronicles Chronicle
by Robert Alan
(not yet illustrated)


Chapter 1. Sitcom, Reality Show or Real Life - who knows. Just enjoy the ride

I was having an awesome daydream. My friend Mahatma and I were racing down a crowded street on the back of two royal Indian elephants, jumping over carts and cars and people. And I had almost caught up to him…

"You know, my young friend, Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony," Mahatma harmonically called back to me above the roar of the crowd dashing out of the way, and the pounding of the elephants feet below us as they rhythmically crashed down and bounced high into the air.

"Good one," I called back. "It ain't over till it's over..."

Mahatma chuckled softly to himself as he peered back at me and rolled his eyes. "Ahh… Yogi Berra…"

"Oh," I muttered, embarrassed. I had thought it was Yogi Bear.

"How about, there's enough on this planet for everyone's needs but not everyone's greed," Mahatma called, noticing I was gaining on him a little bit.

We have this thing we do when we get together, Mahatma and me. We like to trade bits of wisdom. You never know when they can come in handy. "Ya gotta believe…" I called over as I was just about trunk to trunk with my buddy, Mahatma.

"The best way to find yourself, is to lose yourself in the service of others," Mahatma countered as I inched ahead of him.

"Be the change you wish to see in the world," I giggled, then gasped as I turned back to the road and saw a whole herd of goats crossing the road in front of us. Fortunately my ride was paying attention and he nimbly leaped over the entire herd.

"Hmm…Be the change…" Mahatma repeated as his elephant did an impressive triple summersault over the herd and landed just ahead of me, and we continued barreling down the road neck and neck. "I like that one, young Master Chronicles. I'll have to remember that."

"Aw man!" a voice thundered from the heavens. It was a very familiar sounding voice. "Junior must be daydreaming again." Yep, it was the familiar voice I thought it had been… my sister.

Aw man is right, cause the next thing I knew Mahatma had disappeared into the distance and when I blinked I noticed my family's Yodel Bus was blocking the road. And my family and our friends were all peering out the windshield and the tinted bus' windows. And they didn't look too happy.

I blinked again and my speeding elephant disappeared. I kept going though, and skidded and rolled in the dirt, stopping just inches from the parked Yodel Bus. The door slid open and they all poked their heads out. "There goes the Neighborhood!" they all sighed together and canned laughter filled the cloudy sky.

"What was that Junior? Canned laughter … did you just daydream us into a sitcom?" my sister Ellie moaned as she sat back down in her seat, pouting, and angrily stuck her ipod earplugs in.

Everyone else was equally upset, and grumbling found their seats in the bus.

Only Dad climbed down onto the dusty road to help me up. No one appreciates my daydreaming much except Dad. That's because Dad used to be quite a daydreamer himself, once upon a time. Or so everyone says. So, because it reminds him of the kind of things that used to happen to him, Dad overlooks the slight inconvenience that happens to everybody when I start daydreaming.

You know the tiny matter of everyone being dragged away from wherever and whenever and whatever they were doing, all through time, space and lots of other dimensional universes into my daydream. Sorry, but that's the way it rolls these days since they gave me my own book series, The Junior Chronicles.

That's me, by the way, Junior Chronicles. Yeah, I know, you weren't sure if it was my name or a series of adventurous chronicles about me. Lucky you, it's both.

Lucky me, I've got a whole book series all about my amazing chronicled adventures. Except, it does still get to me sometimes when I think about the fact that my life takes place in a book series.

I can't even imagine how it must feel for my family and friends. On account of the fact that these stories are really all about me and they just have supporting roles.

No wonder that, except for Dad who's just always so excited that we get to have another adventure, everyone else is often a little less enthusiastic about starting a new chronicle than I would have preferred.

"I had amazing YODEL-abilities once when they gave me a chronicle of my own…"

That's my sister Ellie muttering over there. But you know, she's right. In these chronicles of mine, I'm the only one that seems to have that amazing mystical yodeling ability to appear anywhere throughout time or space in this or any other dimensional universe.

It's not my fault. Can I help it if the Author wrote it this way?

Believe me, I usually feel pretty much the same as everyone else, because although I've got the starring role in these stories, I never have any idea about where they're going.

Which does make it interesting. But if I had any say in it, I'd definitely do things a little differently than the way they're usually chronicled. And I tell you, if I ever had the chance, I'd give that Author a piece of my mind about some of the crazy things he's put us through.

That's what I always thought. Unfortunately I was about to get a chance to do just that, and it wasn't going to go exactly as I'd always thought it would.

Cause after Dad helped me up, I slipped on the carefully placed banana peel, and when the canned laughter died down, the lights came on all around us, and I saw that Ellie had been right. Turns out we were in a sitcom after all. And our series Creator was staring at us from the audience. And he didn't look very happy, at all. be continued...


Not yet illustrated.

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