Bob kicked the Bucket

Me and my buddies were hanging out at Bob's house drinking booze and trying to hide it from our lady friends when we had a great idea. We love jumping people and making them scared, so we decided to see what was going on with those Greasers. The greasers are so low, if they jumped, they couldn't reach my knee. Almost all of them have been to jail about a million times, and we saw no harm in showing them their place once in awhile. Boy were we wrong. Let me tell you, those Greasers are worse than we ever imagined. They killed my friend Bob just for having a little fun. But I'm getting ahead of myself. You need to hear the whole story first.

We jumped into Bob's tuff blue mustang and drove to the Greaser east side to find some greaser scum to jump. We couldn't find that rascal Dally or something that had been to jail when he was ten, but we DID find the next best thing. We had almost given up on finding anybody, and a bunch of the guys were wanting to go home, but good old Bob had to seal his fate and drive us to the park to see if there's anybody there. Little do we know that it will be HIS body there in a little while.

When we get there, we see the two little babies of the gang. We smile to each, thinking this will be no sweat. The dumb kids ain't even running! They just huddle together giving us a scared look. Bob whispers to me that those are who of the boys that picked up Cherry and Marcia, his and his friend's girlfriends. " Let's pay our respects to the little ladie's men," He hints to me. I grin at Bob, and we hop out of the mustang. We surround them and slowly step in. I see Bob motion for the others to grab the younger one, and it makes my conscience tug a little to see them dunk his face underwater, but I think It's just a little wash, it won't hurt anybody, and turn my attention back to the slightly bigger one. To my horror, he pulls a switchblade on poor Bob, and though Bob put up a valiant fight, he jumped on Bob, and as much as I hate to admit it, I looked away while the boy lunged at him. When I looked back, Bob was lying there in a pool of blood. I'll spare the details, because it was pretty gruesome.

After that, we ran off because we were scared of that knife. The guys who were holding the younger one underwater let go of him, and those boys talked for a while. I heard a little of what they said. First, the one getting a bath was pulled out of the fountain and lay on the ground for a minute, spitting out water. I felt a little bad for that, but it hadn't been me, had it? Then they sat down and one of them was sick all over the ground. Then they started talking about what had just happened. " You really killed him, huh, Johnny?" says one. So THAT'S what his name was. Johnny. I went off farther, trying to avoid their conversation, but I couldn't avoid the yelling. "Johnny!" The boy yelled. " What are we gonna do? They put you in the electric chair for killing people!" Then, thankfully, Johnny, as is his name, pulled him down and he stopped shouting. They ran off soon after, and I went to pay my respects over poor Bob's dying body. It turned out it was already dead.

Content in this article carefully based on the book The Outsiders chapter 4, pages 49-53

Above-Left to right : Ponyboy, Bob, and Johnny

Below-Clip from movie of scene where Bob gets killed

Above, left to right.

First Picture: Bob and his friend

Second Picture: Johnny, Marcia, Cherry, and Ponyboy on the night that they offend Bob.

Below: A switchblade, which Johnny used to kill Bob, and a blue mustang, which is Bob's car