this is simply fabulous [very old]

“KRISSIE! LOOK AT THIS!” a young, German boy shoted, thrusting a poster into his older brother’s face. “Can we go? Please!”

The older brother sighed and snatched the poster away from his younger sibling. The Gavin brothers were almost identical, other than age, and Kristoph’s glasses. Both tall and thin, with a drill of long blonde hair over one shoulder. Kristoph looked at the poster.

“A carnival?” he asked his brother. Kristoph wasn’t one for fun and games, he was more of a hard working man. Unless he had to paint his nails, of course, then work could wait.

“Yes!” Klavier shouted as he jumped up and down, his hair-drill bouncing on his shoulder. “Please! I want to ride all the rides and drink milkshakes and have fattening food from a shady van! Please, big brother!”

“Okay. I suppose we can go for a short while. When is it? I can’t see a date on this poster…” replied Kristoph, squinting his eyes and checking over the poster.

“It started an hour ago, Krissie!” yelled Klavier, grabbing his older brothers hand and dragging him out of his armchair and towards the front door.

Kristoph grabbed his keys from a table whilst Klavier was dragging him through their house, and then watched as Klavier practically fell through the front door. He locked the door and looked around. Klavier was already half way down the long garden path.

“Klavier. Wait for me” Kristoph frowned as he slowly walked through the overgrown garden. Klavier ran back towards him and circled him for a bit in excitement.

“Krissie! What are we gonna do first?” said Klavier his eyes wide with excitement, as he imagined his time at the carnival.

“I don’t know, Klavier.” replied Kristoph, pushing his glasses firther up his nose and looking down at his brother, who had now started walking. “I don’t know what there is at a carnival”

“YOU DON’T?!” shouted Klavier, who stopped walking and stood magnetised to the spot with shock at his brother’s announcement. “DID YOU NOT SEE THE POSTER?”

“Well, yes” said Kristoph, unaware that his brother had stopped walking some time ago. “But I didn’t see what was ON the poster. You were waving it in my face.”

“Oh” replied the younger Gavin. “Well…

There’s ferris wheels, and lucky dips,

Test-your-strength and burger vans,

Happy times for one and all,

Prizzes for a special few!

Tea-cups, Walt-zers,

Sometimes even funny clowns,

Dinosaurs, magic acts,

Strong men and funny hats…”

“STOP.” Shouted Kristoph, turning around to see his brother doing an all out song and dance in the middle of the street. “That’s enough singing. You’ll never make it as a musician, Klavier.”

“But…” said Klavier, his eyes watering a little as he ran up to his brother. Kristoph could be harsh at times. They began walking upn a steep hill in complete silence. Well, silence other than the occasional whimper from Klavier as he tried not to cry at his brother’s mean words.

“Where did you learn that song, anyway?” asked Kristoph, trying not to look at his brother’s sad little face, but start a conversation to get rid of the awkwardness that had grown in the last few minutes.

“It was on the TV. There was a clown and he was talking about the- OH MY GOD!” Klavier finished as they saw a ferris wheel over the top of the hill. He grabbed Kristoph’s hand and ran down the kill and through the large, flagged gate. On top of the gate, there was a sign which read “BIG BERRY C RNIVAL” the ‘A’ was laying on the floor to the side of the gate.

Kristoph was dragged all the way around the carnival, for several hours. They did everything mentioned in the song - twice. They ate some burgers from the greasy man running the burger van (Kristoph only pretened to eat his, he really fed it to a dog), and then Klavier threw his up on the ferris wheel. After getting off the ferris wheel, they apologised to the blue haired girl who was so unfortunate as to get some of Klavier’s burger on her sleeve as it went down. She whipped them, and then left to collect her dog, which was tied up beside the ferris wheel. The dog then vomited on her shoes. Kristoph giggled under his breath. And got whipped again.

Eventually, it started to get dark, and the booths started closing one by one. The final booth left open was called “knock-em-down”. It was one of those where you had to knock down all of the bottles to win a prize.

“Krissie, can I try, please?” begged Klavier, tugging on his brother’s shirt. Kristoph sighed and handed his brother some money to pay the scary looking woman who was running the stand. She gave Klavier some balls to throw at the milk bottles on the shelf. Klavier threw the first ball. It missed. By a lot. He threw the second. The top bottle fell off. He threw the third and final ball, and knocked all of the bottles down! At least, he thought he did. After a few seconds of cheering he looked at where the falled bottles had been, and they were all standing up.

“I thought I won?!” He shouted. “They were all down a second ago!”

“Tough nuggets” screeched the woman behind the counter. Klavier started welling up again. He knew that he had knocked all of the bottles down, but one was standing again. How was that even possible?

“Excuse me.” came Kristoph’s voice. “What does that string below the bottle do?” He winked at Klavier. Klavier knew that his big brother was going to fix it. He always did.

“What string?” said the woman, standing in front of the bottles, tying to conseal the string.

“This one” replied Kristoph, hopping over the counter, ignoring the shouts of the owner.

“Oh! That string!“ She laughed. ! It don’t do anything. It’s a good luck charm.for me” Kristoph pulled on the string. Nothing happened. Klavier frowned. His brother couldn’t fix it.

“Hold on, Klavier. She’s lying. I can tell.” He knocked the bottle over with his hand, and then pulle don the string. It stood up again. “You’re a cheat” he sneered, hopping back over the counter and grabbing Klavier by the hand. “C’mon, Klavier. We’re going to tell on her”

“No! Anything but that!” She pleaded. “I’ll give him the prize, just don’t tell anyone. I need this job.”

“Klavier, will you accept this offer?” Kristoph asked, laughing.

“Of course! Pink elephant, PINK ELEPHAAAAAANT!” Klavier yelled at the woman behind the counter.

The woman fubled behind the counter for a while before producing a large pink elephant toy. She tried to give it to Klavier, but I was to big, so Kristoph reluctantly carried.

“Umm.. Krissie..” started Klavier.

“Yes?” replied the older brother.

“One last thing before we leave?”

“What, Klavier?”

“Candyfloss.”

“Definitely.” Yelled Kristoph, who wasn’t very good at hiding his secret candyfloss addiction. “Pink? To match the elephant, I mean,”

“Okay!” replied Klavier, as he hugged the huge pink elephant in his brothers arms.

They went over to the candyfloss stand, and the smiley man in the striped hat behind the machine made them extra large candyfloss sticks, in pink, to match the elephant.

“Klavier…” whisperes Kristoph, as they walked home, candyfloss in hand. "This is simply fabulous."