When impatient nine-year-old Harry Bunking decides to sneak off to the neighborhood pool while his mother naps, a simple trek quickly turns into a wild, high-speed chase. Packed with warmth, humor, and relatable neighborhood antics, this funny story highlights the chaos of impatience and the importance of listening to parents. Young readers will laugh out loud as Harry turns a quiet afternoon into an unforgettable adventure.
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Tales of the Mischievous Harry Leviticus Bunking: HARRY BUNKING AND THE MAGICAL UNDERPANTS “Holy Pooper Scooper!” screamed Harry Bunking as he sprinted around the corner from Avalon Cove Lane onto Waterlilly Lane. The sight was almost unbelievable, and comical at the same time. Harry Bunking’s curly hair was completely soaked. His big brown eyes overflowed with tears, which now streaked down his dark, caramel-colored face as he ran for dear life. Or so he thought! Harry looked over his right shoulder only to see Mr. Dale Wainwright’s playful black and white colored Great Dane, Caesar, gaining on him. “Get out of my way!” screamed Harry at no one in particular. “Holy Pooper Scooper! Get out of my way!” Harry hollered as he ran down Waterlilly Lane like the Olympian, Usain Bolt. “Holy Pooper Scooper! Get away from me. You crazy mutt!!” screamed Harry Leviticus Bunking as he sprinted down the sidewalk with every fiber in his body! Wait a minute! Stop! Pump your brakes! How did we get here? All we need to do is go back five hours to earlier that morning. “Do not go to the pool by yourself, Harry; I would like to take a nap. Your dad will be home soon to take you to the pool,” said Mrs. Bunking. Harry could not wait. The sky was overcast, and Harry was sure that there was rain in the forecast. He just knew it would rain before his dad came home to take him to the community pool on Quiet Trace Lane at the front of the Avalon Terrace subdivision where he lived with his family. “Come on, Mom,” pleaded Harry. “Please take me to the pool. Please? Pretty please?” continued Harry. Harry’s pleas continued to land on deaf ears. Mrs. Bunking had just completed a full twelve-hour shift at the MD Anderson Hospital where she worked, and she needed to take a nap. To Harry, he was the only child, and he just wanted to have some fun with his family. Harry did not understand, and he continued to plead his case, but his mom just went upstairs to bed. Mrs. Bunking was very, very tired, and she just needed to rest for about an hour. She was just too tired to deal with Harry. Right now, Harry was just getting on her nerves. Harry started moping and began pacing around the house. He could not sit still and ran to the front door every time he heard a sound. He was hoping that Dad would show up early. “Ugh!” grunted Harry at each disappointment he felt when he went to the front door and his dad was not there. Dad was not going to show! After his eleventh trip to the front door, Harry heard something. He heard someone near the driveway. “Yeah, Dad is home,” thought Harry. Harry pulled the paper shade covering the front glass door and saw his neighbor Delmy Ortega and her children walking by. They all had bathing towels draped over their shoulders, and they all looked as if they were dressed for the pool. All four of Mrs. Ortega’s children had shorts and T-shirts on while wearing flip-flops! “Yes!” Harry thought, “They are on their way to the pool up front!” Harry suddenly had a bright idea. “Maybe I could tag along and walk to the pool with them! Mom is asleep; she will not miss me, and I will be safe with Mrs. Ortega. My mom will not mind; Mrs. Ortega is an adult,” reasoned Harry. Harry darted into the laundry room and tried to grab his swim trunks, but he could not find them in the mound of dirty clothes in the laundry baskets. Harry stopped looking and quickly headed to the front door. He paused for a few seconds to make sure Mrs. Bunking was not awake, and then he shot out the door. Harry pulled the front door shut as softly as he could so as not to alert his mother, who was still asleep upstairs. He then hid the key under the flower pot and ran down the driveway. Harry reached the end of the driveway just in time to see Mrs. Ortega and her children disappear from view around the corner onto Avalon Cove Lane. Harry quickly looked both ways and then blasted across the street. He was in haste to catch up with the Ortegas. Harry had to catch up with them before they made it to the community pool entrance. As Harry Bunking rounded the corner on Avalon Cove Lane, he caught a glimpse of the last Ortega child turning onto Quiet Trace Lane. Harry tilted his head back and sprinted with all his might. He was almost there. Harry looked up ahead and saw Mrs. Ortega and the kids enter the Avalon Terrace swimming pool complex. Yes! He was almost there. Harry dug deep and sprinted even harder. The youngest of the Ortega children, Laurie, turned around and saw Harry running toward them. She turned to her mom and pointed back at Harry, but Mrs. Ortega was too busy searching in her bag for a pen to sign her kids in on the visitor’s log. By the time Mrs. Ortega looked up, she was looking at a heavy-breathing Harry Bunking, who was now partially out of breath from all that running. “Where are your parents, Harry?” asked a concerned Mrs. Ortega. Harry was now bent over with his hands resting on his knees to catch his breath.
