Little Johnny the Entrepreneur

By Rose Marie Colucci

Little Johnny the Entrepreneur – Book 2, is a young boy’s mission to seduce Claudia by making money. Using his entrepreneurial skills, he embarks on money schemes that should make him rich however, situations and unforeseen circumstances mislead Little Johnny and his friends to revise their plans over and over. Follow Little Johnny and his friends in their mischievous adventures on quests to make easy money.
Little Johnny goes to Mobster School - Book 1
Little Johnny in Risky Business - Book 3

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rose Marie Colucci
• Release date: Feb 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310835216

Rose Marie Colucci

Rose Marie Colucci is the author of Little Johnny goes to Mobster School, Little Johnny the Entrepreneur, Little Johnny in Risky Business, Lobster for Dinner, and Under the Yellow Kite. She is the creator of Sockfrock Adventures and Sockfrock Books.

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Chapter 1

The twenty dollar bill

As Little Johnny came home from school one day, he rushed up the stairs to his room. But as he rushed in an awkward manner, as boys do when trampling their legs upwards, a twenty dollar bill slipped out of his back pocket. A perfectly crisp, twenty dollar bill had slipped out of Little Johnny’s pocket without noticing it.

At the same time, as fate unexpectedly resumes itself at the most inopportune moment, Uncle Sal was inspecting the premises for uninvited intruders. Placed on watch duty as instructed by Little Johnny’s father, The Boss, while he served jail time, Uncle Sal was snooping around the house to make sure the coast was clear.

And just as he paced around the corner of the hallway in front of the staircase, he witnessed a perfectly crisp, twenty dollar bill flying across his face. His lips twitched and his nose tingled as he sniffed the twenty dollar bill with his acute sense of smell. The sweet odor of money was an obsession that had developed as an instant liking to money when he worked at Uncle Tony’s grocery store as a young boy.

At first, the perfectly crisp, twenty dollar bill fluttered helplessly in the air, then settled casually

onto the floor.

It occurred to Uncle Sal that a perfectly crisp, twenty dollar bill doesn’t casually fly in the air nor does it grow on trees for that matter.

However, since The Boss had put him in charge to guard Little Johnny and his mother against fishy situations and unwelcomed citizens, anything suspicious had to be tracked.

This situation caused Uncle Sal to follow the trail of the perfectly crisp, twenty dollar bill that had helplessly landed onto the floor. Looking around the hallway, he realized that Little Johnny was rushing up the stairs.

Uncle Sal scratched his head. How did Little Johnny come to acquire such an amount of money?

Hey Little Johnny, where ya running so fast? asked Uncle Sal in his neighborhood accent of Italian descent.

Little Johnny was surprised to hear a voice calling him and momentarily stopped his step on top of the stairs!

He thought Uncle Sal was at the construction site as his day job required accountability for those who, should an interrogation from the Feds come up, question his whereabouts. Why was he at the house so early in the afternoon?

Uncle Sal? I didn’t hear you come in.

Ya ain’t supposed to hear me come in. Tat the purpose of da ting I do when I look after yous and ya modda, explained Uncle Sal.

It was one of those soft moments that Uncle Sal had learned to deal with over time, those moments when The Boss had been scheduled for yet another business trip with the authorities. And as these so-called business trips were unpredictable in duration, The Boss had graciously placed Uncle Sal in charge of the household.

So in the meantime, Uncle Sal occasionally made extra rounds at The Boss’s house. He made sure that situations were under control and that things looked normal enough for Little Johnny to have a relatively happy childhood.

Why is that Uncle Sal?

Cos I’m here to look after da premises, said Uncle Sal taking his job at heart. Tis a very important job I do for ya fadda.

Alright Uncle Sal, see you around, said Little Johnny rushing to get away.

Wait a minute, why ya rushing so fast? asked Uncle Sal.

What makes you think I’m rushing? asked Little Johnny.

Cos ya runnin up da stairs like no to-mor-row, observed Uncle Sal.

Of course I’m rushing, said Little Johnny. I’ve got homework to do!

Homework? And ya rushing to get ya homework done?

That’s right Uncle Sal, said Little Johnny. See you.

It would have made perfect sense, would have been even credible that Little Johnny was rushing up the stairs to do homework instead of hanging with his buddies at the park. Except for one thing. Except for the perfectly crisp, twenty dollar bill that had slipped out of Little Johnny’s back pocket and had fluttered in mid-air like a gentle butterfly.

I tink ya fuggot soma-ting, said Uncle Sal.

What did I forget, Uncle Sal?

Ya dropped a twenty dolla bill.

What! How did Uncle Sal know?

Little Johnny was convinced Uncle Sal was a wizard, someone who reads minds and could see right through you.

Me? Dropping a twenty dollar bill? Little Johnny tried to deny it.

Ya, yous. I see it come out of ya pocket, said Uncle Sal. Right dare, he pointed.

I can explain, Uncle Sal, said Little Johnny.

Let’s hear about it, said Uncle Sal crossing his huge arms.

I’m holding it for my friend, said Little Johnny. My friend asked me to hold the money for him till tomorrow.

Hold da money for a friend, huh? Uncle Sal was suspicious.

Honest Uncle Sal, you’ve got to believe me, said Little Johnny.

Who yur friend? asked Uncle Sal.

Little Johnny couldn’t think of an answer but knew he had to come up with something to convince Uncle Sal.

Big Jimmy, lied Little Johnny.

Big Jimmy? said Uncle Sal.

Big Jimmy, confirmed Little Johnny.

How’s he not holdin his own money? asked Uncle Sal.

Because I said I would hold it for him, said Little Johnny. He wants to buy his mother a gift for her birthday, but if she saw him with the money, then it would ruin her birthday gift. Another lie.

A gift for his modda? said Uncle Sal touched by Big Jimmy’s good intention.

Thanks for finding the twenty dollar for me, said Little Johnny and swiftly tried to snatch it from Uncle Sal’s fat fingers.

But his sausage fingers were too huge as he held the perfectly crisp, twenty dollar bill so tightly between his thumb and index that the dollar bill would rip in half if pulled any harder.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

As Uncle Sal opened the door, a grocery boy stood at the entrance.

Your groceries Mister, from the Super Huge Grocery Store! said a skinny teenager with a smile on his freckled face.

Suppa Huge Grocery Store? I ain’t ordered no-ting from da Suppa Huge Grocery Store, said Uncle Sal.

That’s right, said the skinny teenager nodding his head proudly. The Super Huge Grocery Store! he confirmed one more time.

Then Uncle Sal thought about his Uncle Tony, the owner of the Super Huge Grocery Store.

How’s Uncle Tony? asked Uncle Sal with a smile. The Super Huge Grocery Store was where Uncle Sal had gotten his first job, at a time when the Super Huge Grocery Store was merely a small grocery store before Uncle Tony did some irrevocable marketing stunt.

He’s doing great! said the teenager. The grocery bags were getting heavy as he stumbled on his feet.

Uncle Sal recalled with some affection how Uncle Tony had made him work the back store to learn the trade of the business. Having failed grade three five times, his mother and father had asked Uncle Tony to take young Sal under his wing not to jeopardize his future.

Uncle Tony was a kind man who asked very little questions, and had taken young Sal to teach him the trade of selling fruits and vegetables and of loading and unloading the trucks.

Yes, those were good memories. In all, those memories were Uncle Sal’s baby steps into the business.

Just then, Little Johnny’s mother came to the door with her wallet.

Finally, the groceries have arrived, said Little Johnny’s mother.

That will be twenty dollars, ma’am, said the skinny teenager with a smile on his freckled face. His Boss at the Super Huge Grocery Store told him to keep smiling all the time when customers open the door. Smiling was a tool to charm the neighborhood ladies into getting a bigger tip for himself.

Yes of course, said Little Johnny’s mother fumbling