Trevie Bear & Lazy Baba Go to Indonesia, Carolyn Smith [top fiction books of all time txt] 📗

If I leave them here they’ll be safe until I come back.”

“That’s a very sensible idea Honey.” Dad looked at her with pride. His little girl was growing up.

“I just need to use the bathroom quickly,” she said as she ran in to the little en suite bathroom and closed the door.

Dad shouted after her, “Ok, we’ll meet you down stairs,” and then left the room.
“Come on!” shouted Trevie Bear to Lazy Baba who was just making herself comfortable for another day lazing in the room. She looked up to see Trevie Bear and unzipped the bag and was climbing into it.

“What are you doing?” Lazy Baba gasped. “She doesn’t want to take us.”

“I don’t care!” said Trevie Bear indignantly. “She is not leaving me behind again. I want to see the temples. I don’t want to spend all day in the hotel room again.” His eyes were shining with fierce determination. Lazy Baba sighed as she got up leaving the comfort of the bed behind her; she climbed in to the bag alongside Trevie Bear, who zipped it up just in time for Becky arriving back from the bathroom. Without a second glance Becky picked up her bag, hoisted it on to her back and left the room.

It is too late now to wonder whether Trevie Bear would have made a different decision that day if he had known what would happen next. The fact is, this is the decision that Trevie Bear made and it is one which would affect all of them for the rest of their lives.
Chapter 4

The journey to Borobodur temple was extremely long. The motions of the car sent Lazy Baba almost directly to sleep, but Trevie Bear was very uncomfortable. This was one of the problems he faced regularly when travelling in Becky’s backpack. She kept so much junk in there such as pencils and books. This pencil had been poking him in the back now for almost an hour. He didn’t know how Lazy Baba could just sleep through it.

Eventually the car ride was over and when Becky picked up her backpack the pencil case fell to the bottom taking the sharp pencil with it. Trevie Bear was relieved. He couldn’t wait to see the temple and so began to unzip the bag gently and gradually so that he could see out. The sunlight streamed in to the back of the bag waking up Lazy Baba as the warm rays landed on her face.

“Are we there?” she asked mid yawn.

“Yes,” said Trevie Bear hardly able to contain his excitement. He was feeling much better now than he did this morning; his grumpiness had all but left him. He could see the temple in the distance. It looked amazing even from here. It was like a pyramid. It had a square base but there were steps leading up to different levels, each level was also square in shape. At the top there were at least 50 bells made of stone. Each bell was placed upside down and each one had a stone Buddha sitting inside. Trevie Bear couldn’t wait to get up close to the temple and have a good look at the architecture.

“Wow! That looks amazing,” said Lazy Baba as she strained to see past Trevie Bear.

“I know. Aren’t you glad you aren’t still at the hotel now?” He asked her a little sarcastically.

As they got closer to the temple Dad started taking lots of pictures on his camera. He was being very artistic. He took pictures from a distance and close up. He took pictures of the view from the temple, which was mainly of beautiful skies and hill side. He also took pictures of the Buddhas hidden inside the bells. All the while Trevie Bear was watching from the backpack on Becky’s back. He thought Dad was a very talented photographer. After a while Dad asked Becky to keep his very expensive camera in her bag. He was tired from carrying it around his neck. He offered to take Becky’s bag for her because it would be heavy now it had the camera inside it. Trevie Bear was delighted to have Dad’s camera so close to him because it meant that he would now be able to flick through the pictures Dad had taken. Lazy Baba took this opportunity to take a good look at the temple from the opening in the backpack. She hadn’t been able to see properly past Trevie Bear earlier. She was amazed by the intricate carvings in the stone.

After a short time Mum, Dad and Becky walked back to the bottom of the temple and noticed a large white tent which was just set off to the right of the temple. There was loud music coming from the direction of the tent so they decided to go and take a look inside. The tent had a stage area where there were some Indonesian girls dancing. They were dressed in traditional dress and dancing in a line.

Dad put the backpack down next to his feet while he stood and watched the dancing. This meant that Lazy Baba could no longer see what was going on. She turned to Trevie Bear, who was still intently looking at the pictures on the camera, to tell him about her predicament when suddenly they both felt the bag being lifted off the ground.

“Dad must have got bored of the dancing already,” said Lazy Baba. She was disappointed because she had wanted to see it. She looked out of the little gap in the backpack again to try and get one last glimpse before the dancers disappeared, but the sight which met her eyes was not what she had expected at all. There stood in front of her were Mum, Dad and Becky. They were all happily watching the dancing, yet they were getting further and further away. Whoever had picked up the bag was running and Lazy Baba was thrown backwards deep in to the bag, knocking the camera out of Trevie Bear’s hands.

“Hey! Be careful,” He shouted, but then he noticed the look of horror on Lazy Baba’s face. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“We’re being stolen,” she replied, her voice trembling with fear.

“What do you mean stolen?” Trevie Bear asked impatiently.

“Dad is not carrying this bag. Mum, Dad and Becky are all still in the tent. We’ve been taken!” Her voice was beginning to rise to a high pitch as the full reality of what she was saying started to sink in.

“Oh my God!” Trevie Bear quickly climbed up to look out of the gap in the backpack. Mum, Dad and Becky were nowhere to be seen. The person carrying the bag was heading away from the temple and towards the car park. Trevie Bear sat back down in the bag and turned to Lazy Baba who had started to cry.

“Ok. We need a plan. We can jump out of the bag now, but we’ll have to be very quick, then we can make our way back to Becky in the white tent,” Trevie Bear was being very calm and cool headed considering the danger they were in.

“That won’t work,” Lazy Baba replied through her tears. “We won’t make it back to the tent in time and also Becky thinks we are in the hotel room locked up safe and sound. We can’t just walk up to her out in the open.”

Trevie Bear though about this. Lazy Baba was right. If they were going to get back to Becky unnoticed they would need to go back to the hotel. They had been in a situation like this before, in China. Back then Trevie Bear had a map with the hotel name on it. Now they didn’t have anything to help them and Trevie Bear didn’t know the name of the hotel, or the area that it was in.

“Do you know which hotel we were staying in?” He asked Lazy Baba. He knew that she wouldn’t know, but he had to ask.

“No,” she said meekly.

They felt a jolt as the bag was thrown on to the back seat of a car. They heard the car door shut and the engine start. Desperation caught hold of Trevie Bear now.

“Lazy Baba, stop crying. We need a plan and we need one right now! In a few minutes we’ll be driven away from Becky forever with no way of getting back to her. THINK!” He practically shouted this last word as the car lurched forward and sped away. Trevie Bear climbed out of the bag and stood on the back seat of the car looking out of the rear windscreen. He watched as the temple disappeared from view and as a result so did Becky. Tears welled up in his eyes.

“Goodbye Becky,” he whispered. Lazy Baba had climbed out of the bag as well and was stood next to Trevie Bear on the back seat. She put a gentle hand on his shoulder and said, “What are we going to do?"

Chapter 5

Trevie Bear and Lazy Baba were huddled up in the backpack. Trevie Bear was clinging on to Dad’s camera and Lazy Baba was clinging on to Trevie Bear. They hadn’t dared unzip the backpack since they had been carried from the back of the car to wherever they were now. The bag had been dumped somewhere (the corner of a room? A table in plain sight?) and hadn’t been touched for a while. There was the occasional mumble of somebody talking. It was a male voice, but he wasn’t speaking English and Trevie Bear had not been able to figure out who he was talking to.

“We don’t have to do anything,” Lazy Baba said. “We can just stay here in the bag. Maybe he won’t open it. Maybe he won’t want us and he’ll let us go. Let’s just stay here in the bag where we’re safe.”

Trevie Bear sighed. He knew that Lazy Baba was terrified. He had to admit