Johnny Kapahala: Back on Board Page #2

- You ever ride?

- Well, I skate back in Vermont.

Here, it's all about North Shore.

Well, then the answer would be,

uh, "No. "

- Carving rock is gnarly, dude.

- When you stack, you don't float.

- You bleed.

- OK, I think he gets the point.

Hey, we were gonna hit some trails

we found west of Cloud Break,

- so you could come with us.

- No, Johnny can't come

because he has stuff to do, right?

Actually, um, I'd be down

to give it a try. I'll need a board.

- Cool.

- Yeah.

- Rental's on the house.

- And a helmet. And pads.

Oh, of course.

Yeah! Safety first, right?

- Yeah.

- Right.

Whoo-hoo!

Whoa!

Yeah!

That was tough!

That was crazy!

I don't think we should be here.

The only one who

shouldn't be here is you.

These guys,

they're not your friends, are they?

You need to shut up.

All right? We're friends.

I'm sure you'd like them to be.

You don't have the uniform.

- You're not a Dirt Devil yet.

- I will be.

Right.

When you prove you're good enough.

So prove it.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Johnny.

- Here.

- Whoa. Dja vu.

- Yeah, are you OK?

- Yeah, no, I'm cool.

Man, you can't stop this thing like

a snowboard. Brah, you are awesome!

Compared to what?

Johnny "Who-nami?"

Yeah. Kid, that was a nice try, C,

but you know what you gotta do

to be one of us.

You gotta impress Troy.

And to impress Troy,

you gotta impress me first. OK?

So I think that you

should ride the Toilet Bowl.

Jared...

Val, chill. Thanks.

You want the gear, right? Yeah?

You gotta face the fear.

- Come on, you can do it.

- What are you waiting for?

Get in there. Come on.

- Chris, can you do this?

- I don't know.

- Do it.

- Bail then.

No shame in backing off a sketchy run.

The pros do it all the time.

- You scared, C?

- Mommy! Hold me!

- You'll never do it, C.

- Little chicken!

- Scaredy-cat!

- Wait, dude.

Chris.

You're trespassing

on private property. Bring it in.

Right now.

- Johnny T. How's it, brah?

- Officer Oki, how's it going?

- Double overhead at Rocky Point, eh?

- Yeah, I'm gonna try to catch

the glass-off later, so...

Hey, I got something for you.

What's going on?

Well, I found these two ripping up

some private property on this.

It was my idea.

I asked Chris to teach me.

- I guess I chose the wrong spot.

- What were you thinking?

- So, what's it gonna be, Officer Oki?

- Well, this is Chris' second warning.

Next time, it's wikiwiki

to the juvie judge.

Inside with me. Come on. Right now.

You know, I woulda been outta there.

- Face planted at the bottom, brah.

- Brah?

Do me a favor and just stop calling me

that, all right? I'm not your brah,

your bro,

or any other part of your family.

So Chris, uh,

we talked about what happened today.

Johnny knows, uh,

I'm not into this punishment thing.

When his dad was your age, we disagreed.

But I believed that in time

he'd find his own path.

I believe in you too, Chris.

This path you're on right now...

it's dangerous.

So we've, um... we've decided

to take away your wheels.

No more dirt-boarding for the week.

- But, Mom...

- No, no "buts. "

What about him?

He said that it was his idea!

You know what, Chris?

I don't want to hear it, OK? Go.

Great job, brah.

Grandpa, I'm sorry.

Yeah, well,

I appreciate what you tried to do. I do.

I just wish it would've

turned out better.

You OK, Grandpa?

I never told you,

if we don't open the shop in time,

generate some cash right away,

Carla may lose everything.

Well, is there anything that can I do?

- Chris.

- I know he's kind of...

- Angry? Bitter? A pain in the?

- Pono, look.

Please, for me, just keep him

out of trouble till Saturday.

- Dude, where's your board?

- I can't go surfing.

- Quick. Get in the car!

- Why?

Uh, 'cause I'm taking you

to the hospital. You've gotta be sick.

Uncle doesn't surf.

- Chris, Sam. Sam, Chris.

- What's up, Chris?

Whatever.

Look, bro, all I'm saying

is your grandpa doesn't

seem like the business type.

He isn't. Wasn't.

The place is gonna crash and burn.

Hello? Anybody here?

Weird. Grandpa's car's out front.

Maybe he went

to the barbershop for a trim.

Yeah, right.

- You're kidding?

- Not really.

"Gone to the barbershop for a trim. "

Well, I'm gonna go ask him

to see what he wants us to do first.

- Um, keep an eye on him for me?

- Gotcha, bro.

- You don't have to watch me.

- Right.

- Hey, brother. How's it?

- Sorry.

- Hey, Pono!

- Grandpa?

So, what you think, Pono? Crazy, huh?

Uh, yeah, you could say that.

Gonna meet Carla at the bank.

Where's Chris?

- He's back at the shop with Sam.

- Oh, late.

You're wearing a watch?

You never wear a watch.

Not since... Wish me luck.

We'll tell you about it later, eh?

All right.

- Hey, Carla.

- Hey.

Whoa, bro. I haven't

seen that look since the...

Come to think of it,

I've never seen that look.

- What's going on?

- I saw my grandpa.

- Yeah, so?

- He was wearing a suit.

Don't joke

about something like that.

Hey, where's Chris?

Well, he isn't skating and he's

not doing anything illegal, so...

We need to help Grandpa with this.

- Guess we'll call it volunteer work.

- Cool. Thanks, man.

- No, it's cool.

- All right.

- So let's see what we got here...

- Man, do I love summertime.

- Best time of the year.

- I'll take that.

Mom! Um, dad?

You guys came back early.

Yeah, well, your grandfather called.

He sounded strange.

You should see how he looks.

- Looks?

- Never mind.

- We're here to help.

- Good. There's all this stuff

to put on the racks

and no one surfs anymore.

I'm supposed to take care

of my new uncle-to-be who,

you probably know by now,

is 12 and a punk...

- Johnny. Breathe.

- Listen.

I got the DSL up,

but the wireless router's jacked.

- There's tons of software to load...

- Come on, Sam. Take it easy.

- Nothing I can do...

- Calm down. Take a break.

- We'll handle the computer and the...

- Merchandise?

Right.

You two go have... Well, have some fun.

- All right. I love my parents.

- Yeah, me too.

All right, got the wax

'cause you always forget.

- I know, bro.

- Let's get my board and go surf.

Whoa, bro. Where's Chris going?

Chris, hold on!

We gotta go after him.

- You sure?

- Yes.

Maybe you'll get lucky

and they won't give him back.

I promised I'd keep Chris out of

trouble. This looks like trouble.

- Hey, Troy.

- Yeah.

What, uh... What we doin' here?

Oh, well, I'm leaving

and they're gonna... do what they do.

- Chris isn't allowed to skate.

- As I understand it,

he's not allowed to, uh, dirt-board.

Come on.

It's cool. Val heard

that Chris couldn't ride dirt,

so I set up this little street course

on my buddy's barge.

Hey, uh, Johnny?

Look, I'm on Chris's side.

I know how much skating

means to these kids.

They really stick together.

You take Rooster, for instance.

He's from Montana. He came here.

He doesn't surf, he had no friends,

then he found the Dirt Devils.

And Chris, well,

I was just telling him he might

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