The Bondi Finz™ FreeRacer E-Book

S J House

• Herausgeber: S J HOUSE
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 54

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Can you say that you love and respect kooks? The Finz might have to. Plastics in the ocean are slowing down the motion! The Finz must find a way to clean the sea and beach and make it plastic-FREE! But this will only happen if Lord Sarrk and Mode can destroy Trevor’s gnarly virus and restore Zoid powers in time.

Flash finds himself in a sticky wax dilemma – he needs a FreeForma surf skate bike and makes a surfboard deal with Syke that he cannot keep.

Meanwhile, the race is on. But this is no ordinary competition. Flash and Syke battle it out with the hairy headed humans on the FreeRacer track. Sliding, wave-riding, and freestyling. Who will win? I don’t know. Read on to enjoy the show!

Leseprobe

THE BONDI FINZ™

Book Three

FreeRacer

S J House

First published by Story House in 2020

Simon J. House © 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9161575-5-2 eBook

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Artwork by Zoran Zlaticanin

Cover by Zoran Zlaticanin

Layout by House Ink Publishing

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Table of Contents

Chapter OneLearners on Logs

Chapter TwoSurfer’s Paradiso

Chapter ThreePlastics NOT Fantastic

Chapter FourYou Gotta Say It, Syke

Chapter FiveSurf Skate Bike

Chapter SixFF Bike Ignite!

Chapter SevenFreeRacer

Chapter EightSlide Track

Chapter NineSurf Track

Chapter TenShark Bait

Chapter OneLearners on Logs

Beautiful Bondi Beach basks in the sun with its golden sands and rolling surf crashing to the shoreline. A pelican glides on the crest of a wave, swooping over the top of the Finz who are sitting on their surfboards waiting for the next set while a shark fin constantly circles them.

The pelican dives down, just missing Flash’s head. Flash shakes his fist at the pelican, shouting, “Hey! You maniac! Watch where ya going, will ya?”

The pelican gawps, drifting across the waves before disappearing into the hazy sunshine while the shark fin continues to loop around.

“I’ll get ya next time, Flash, me old mate!” shouts the pelican in the distance, a hint of green twinkling in his eyes.

Woody pipes up, “What’s the matter, Flash? Take it easy, mate.”

“Take it easy, Woody? Last time he almost pooped right on me finny head!”

“So what, mate? What’s wrong with a bit of bird poop on ya fiberglass?”

“Bro! Have you seen how much a pelican poops? Huh? It’s like a dump truck releasing its load!”

Bearing a cheesy grin, Woody shrugs at Flash.

When a piece of plastic floats past them, a sea turtle pops his head out of the water and gulps it down.

“No, Terry!” MJ warns him. “That’s not for you to eat. It’s a piece of plastic!”

Terry the turtle coughs, splutters, chokes, almost drowns. MJ helps him to spit the plastic out.

The turtle back-paddles with a sickly face. “Yo, thanks MJ. I thought it was a jellyfish!”

“No worries, Terry mate. Just be more careful next time,” MJ calls as Terry swims away.

“What is it with these hairy-headed humans and their plastic waste?” Jazz scowls. “It’s in the oceans everywhere!”

The Finz study the water, noticing more plastic floating past their boards.

“It’s killing our ocean friends on a daily basis,” huffs MJ.

The Finz nod to each other in agreement.

Syke paddles over, clearly not happy about something. The shark fin continues to swim around them all.

“Arr, what’s up Syke?” asks Sharp. “You don’t look so surf-tastic, bro.”

Syke growls, “A kook just dropped straight in on me, dinging my ride, man. Look!” Syke points to the damage on his board. The shark fin stops next to Syke’s board for a moment as if examining the damage. Then the shark swims around the Finz again.

Bone shakes his head. “No way, man! What a bummer.”

Syke is vexed by the situation. “I’ve only had it for like a few weeks, man!”

“Arr, these human, hairy-headed learners on logs. They should really still be riding on foam boards. They haven’t found their surf chi yet, arr.” Sharp pouts.

Woody agrees. “Same happened to me only last week, mates. So many learners are out here lately.”

“Yeah,” Flash protests, “like, it’s okay to learn to surf, right? But they move up to logs too soon when they should still be riding foamies. Yet we’re the ones who have to pay the price! Getting our boards dinged!”

Bone lowers his eyebrows. “I hate these crocodile wrestlers, man!”

The shark fin stays close while a good set of waves roll in.

Sharp calls out, “Hey, ha!” He karate chops the air. “This one looks good, Flash, arr. It’s got your name written all over it. Go get it, bro!”

The wave builds in height. A face appears on it, smiling the word FLASH. Flash paddles hard for the wave. The shark fin follows Flash right up to the moment when he catches it. Then, the fin disappears. Flash carves up and down the wave. The wave smiles, enjoying it too.

Flash punches his fist to the sky, crying out, “BY THE POWER OF FIN!”

“By the power of what?” MJ wonders.

“What did he say, man?” Bones’s eyes widen.

The others shrug their shoulders.

Suddenly, Flash shouts, “No! no! Stop! Stop! Noooo!” followed by an almighty CRUNCH!

Jazz cringes. “Oi, doesn’t sound good!”

Syke lets out a whistle. “Nope.”

Flash shakes his fist at a human surfer who had dropped in on him.

The surfer paddles back to shore.

“Didn’t you see me, man? Flash shouts after him. “You gotta look left and right, you … you hairy headed Kook!”

Next to Flash, the shark’s head pops out of the waves, snapping and snarling like a guard dog at the human surfer.

“No! Mr. Chompy Chomps!” Flash restrains him. “Down, boy! Leave!”

Mr. Chompy Chomps whimpers at him. Flash pats his head, then tickles him around his gills. Enjoying the fuss, Chompy wiggles, all pleased with himself.

“Good boy, Chompy! Now, fetch!” Flash throws a piece of driftwood. Mr. Chompy Chomps barks, disappearing back under the waves. He chases after the driftwood with just his fin visible again.

As Flash watches Chompy, another piece of plastic floats by.

He thinks, Man, how are we ever going to get a decent wave with all these human learners everywhere? Plus, this plastic problem is way out of hand!

Before paddling back to shore, he calls to the other Finz, “I’m getting out, guys. It’s too crowded in here.”

Mr. Chompy Chomp’s head breaches with the driftwood gripped between his teeth, whining about Flash leaving.

Chapter TwoSurfer’s Paradiso?

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