Chapter 5
Way to go, Dude!

Everyone felt pretty good after the assembly. As we walked back to our homeroom, I patted my pal, Dude, on the back. "You did it, Dude. You saved the day!"

Dude smiled and shook his head. "I, um, you know, like..."

We were definitely going to have to figure out a better way for me to understand him, but for now I pretended I didn't mind the strange looks everyone gave me as I did the flamingo-hop down the hall. "It's not that simple, Johnny," Dude was saying now that I was in the correct position. "Peace takes a lot of work. This is a start, but it's just the beginning! It's going to take a lot of effort by everybody. Peace is a process - it doesn't just happen in the twinkling of an eye."

Dude was definitely right about peace not being that easy. Before we even made it back to homeroom, we saw three arguments just beginning to brew. But he was wrong about the "twinkling of an eye" part. We made a whole lot of peace that day "in the twinkling of an eye!"

"Told you we've got a lot to do," Dude sighed as I could almost feel the red-slimers squishing down the hall, leaving a trail of angry kids. The closest set of arguers were my friends Artie Taylor and Merle Martin. The argument was heating up fast. Though I couldn't see it (I'd given Dude back the rose-colored glasses), I knew the red-slimers were oozing all over both of them at that very moment.

"Like, man, Quick!" Dude said. "Um, like, you know, um, well, grab my watch." Dude adjusted the dial between my fingers and when I looked up I realized that time had frozen still. Everything, that is, except for us. I let go of Dude's watch and we walked towards Artie and Merle.

"Like, um, you know, like you guys, like..." Dude whispered in their ears. Then he looked at me. I knew he wanted me to say something. I felt nervous at first, but what the heck. I gave it a try.

"You guys are best friends. Do you want to ruin your friendship over something that really doesn't matter that much?" I whispered. "Of course you don't, guys," I said reassuringly. "You can find a way to work this out!"

Dude smiled and had me hold on to his watch again. The next thing I knew, time was back to normal. From a few feet away we watched the anger in Artie and Merle's faces fading quickly.

"Hey, what are we fighting for?" Artie exclaimed.

"Beats me!" Merle answered. "Sorry, man." Then they high-fived and headed off to class.

Wow, did I feel proud. I felt a hundred feet tall. I could have stood there basking in the good feeling forever. But Dude pulled me down the hall. "Great job, Johnny, but we've got, like um, tons to do!"

He wasn't kidding. We zipped up and down the hall, whispering peaceful thoughts and ideas into kids' ears as they stood there frozen in time. Then Dude adjusted his watch a little more and we REALLY zipped faster, back and forth and upstairs and down.

Then we zipped out the front door and down the street, whispering to frightened passers-by and angry drivers and lazy workers and teary-eyed mothers.

Faster and faster we sped until I was quite certain we'd covered the entire town. Maybe even the whole world - we went so fast and whispered so much I wasn't sure how many people's emotions we'd calmed.

Finally, just when I thought my head would explode, we were standing back in the school hallway and time was back to normal. Except it seemed so different somehow. Everything looked brighter and more hopeful. And it seemed like everybody was smiling.

I stared over at Dude. He had a big green smile on, too. "Um, like, well, you know, like..." Tiredly I raised my foot, tilted my head and squinted. "You did GREAT, Johnny," he beamed, and he high-fived me.

"I did, didn't I," I thought. Even though I knew it would be harder to help people calm down in real-time, it could be done, and anyone can do it. World Peace wasn't going to be easy, but it sure was possible -- one person at a time.

I stood there smiling, but then Dude reminded me that we had to get to class. I was so tired. "Do you think we could speed the day up, just a little, so school would be over and I could go home and take a nap."

"Like, um, you know, well... considering all that we've been through, I suppose we could," Dude agreed.

Squinting and with one foot high in the air, I held on to his watch. He turned the dial and I realized I was really going to like the Fifth Grade after all. Even if I did have to spend it looking like a flamingo.

Peace Dude
A Junior Chronicles Chronicle

by Robert Alan Silverstein
Illustrated by Ginger Nielson

story © 2001-2013 Robert Alan Silverstein
illustrations © 2002 Ginger Nielson
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