"Get them out of the car," yelled a boy playing a police officer.

He wanted to make the girls scream and the boys yell.

Far above me, I heard the wild boys yelling and shooting again.

The other boys were yelling at once in confused explanation.

"Some guy is calling from Sweden," the boy yelled to his father.

"I told you not to tell anybody about my little situation with Ortiz," one boy was yelling at her.

The boy, at the side of the car, yelled something, waving his tiny bony arms.

But the machine gun opened up again, like a small boy yelling,Nyah!

A boy behind me, who was eleven, I'd say, screamed and yelled.

Or running away like little boys yelling, 'I don't wanna play with him!