Last Bubble Flip

This is unfortunate.

Terence has fallen face-forward into the water.

Little Mystic has not seen what happened, being submerged himself.

Little Mystic surfaces.

Where's Terence?

Terence waits.

His nose in the mud, his gecko shorts ballooning.

Two old skates happen by.

Are we too early? asks Lucius.

Too early, too late, says Pontius.

I don't see a skateboard, says Lucius.

Me either, says Pontius. But what's that thing there?

Are we in Atlantis? asks Lucuis.

Don't be foolish, says Pontius.

They draw closer.

It's that boy, says Lucius. He's fallen into the water.

Where he'll have to remain, says Pontius.

It was his skateboard, says Lucius.

I know, says Pontius. So much for our joy ride.

Little Mystic has seen the ballooning gecko shorts, and paddled up to them.

Kek-kek! says Little Mystic.

But Terence can't speak under water.

He can only lament in his head.

O waley waley! 

The skateboard floats slowly to shore.

Here it is! says Lucius.

Three baby skates emerges from under it.

We were bringng it back, says the third baby skate. But a bird sat on it. And we didn't know. And we did a last bubble flip. And then everything happened.

The boy is flat on his face, underwater, says Pontius.

Does that mean we can keep it for longer? asks third baby skate. 

No! says Lucius. We've been promised a go on it.

Okay, says third baby skate. Good luck, old grandpas!

That's enough of that! says Lucius.

The baby skates zoom off, before they get clipped where it hurts.

Terence is still lamenting.

Waley waley!

Little Mystic has flown off to get help.

Lucius and Pontius feel bad about the entire situation.