Farewell Summer ~ Ray Bradbury - Marimarister

first?
Ohmigosh, thought Douglas. I saw it last night. The clock! Why in heck didn’t I say so
Tom picked his nose calmly. ―Why don‘t we just lambaste that darn old clock—kill it
dead! Then we can do whatever we want to do whenever we want to do it. Okay?‖
Everyone stared at Tom. Then they began to cheer and yell, even Douglas, trying to
forget it was his younger brother, not himself, who was saving the day.
―Tom!‖ they all shouted. ―Good old Tom!‖
―Ain‘t nothin‘,‖ said Tom. He looked to his brother. ―When do we kill the blasted thing?‖
Douglas bleated, his tongue frozen. The soldiers stared, waiting.
―Tonight?‖ said Tom.
―I was just going to say that!‖ Douglas cried.