Koala Calamity - Surf’s Up!

“But, what?” said Mrs M.

“Who’ll look after Squeak?”

“You will,” answered Mrs M.

“Me?” said Squirt.

“Yeah! Squirty-wirty! Squirty-wirty!” squeaked Squeak, bouncing up and down.

“Heh-heh-heh,” chuckled Bro.

“And you will too, dear,” said Mrs M.

That shut Bro up. “Me?”

“Yeah! Bro-bro! Bro-bro!” squeaked Squeak.

“Heh-heh-heh,” chuckled Dude.

“All three of you will,” said Mrs M.

“Yeah! Dudey-wudey! Dudey-wudey!” squeaked Squeak.

That shut Dude up too.

“Do we have to, Ma?” grunted Bro.

“Yes, you have to,” said Mrs M. “She’s your sister!”

“Exactly!” said Bro. He wasn’t happy. First he’d been woken from his slumbers, and now this? How much worse could things get?

“When was the last time I asked you to do something?” said Mrs M. “Actually do something?”

Bro thought for a moment. He couldn’t remember the last time his mum had asked him to do something, but that wasn’t the point. The point was he’d got better things to do today than look after his pesky little sister. Like sleep. And chow down a few juicy eucy branches. And catch a few rays.

“Well?” insisted Mrs M.

“Erm…” said Bro.

“Precisely,” said Mrs M. “It’s high time you boys started to help out a bit and show some responsibility!”

Squirt wasn’t entirely sure what responsibility was, but whatever it was, it sounded very grown-up and important. “I don’t mind, Mum.”

“Creep,” muttered Bro, glaring at Squirt.

“You’re a good boy, Squirty-wirty,” said Mrs M.

“Please don’t call me that, Mum,” said Squirt through gritted teeth.

“You coming or what, Mrs M?” called Mr M from somewhere down below.

Mrs M smiled. “I’d better go before he falls asleep again!”

“I know how he feels,” muttered Bro.

“Heh-heh-heh,” chuckled Dude.

“Coming, Mr M!” called Mrs M.

“Mummy, bye-bye! Mummy, bye-bye!” squeaked Squeak, flinging herself at Mrs M.

“Bye-bye, Squeaky-weaky,” laughed Mrs M. “You be a good girl, now. And you boys behave yourselves!”

“We will!” said Squirt. “Won’t we, guys?”

“What?” said Bro. “Oh, yeah.”

“Totally, mate,” said Dude. “Totally.”

“Good,” said Mrs M, disentangling herself from Squeak’s clutches. “We’ll be back by nightfall.”

And with that, Mrs M was gone, leaving Squirt, Dude, Bro and Squeak alone in the treetop once more.

“Talking of nightfall,” said Bro, stretching and yawning.

“Heh-heh-heh,” chuckled Dude, doing exactly the same.

Squirt couldn’t believe his eyes. “You’re not going back to sleep, are you?”

“Too right I am, mate,” said Bro. “Unless you’ve got any better ideas?”

“But…” began Squirt.

“But, what?” said Bro.

“We’re supposed to be looking after Squeak!” said Squirt.

“Oi, less of the we,” said Bro, wedging himself firmly between a couple of branches and closing his eyes.

“What do you mean?” asked Squirt.

“Well, you’re the one who said you didn’t mind,” said Bro.

“So?” said Squirt.

“So you look after her!” replied Bro.

“Me?” said Squirt.