when i came to my senses i made a horrible discovery.. wowzerz/kyle, my fellow hobo, was missing! sunni and brandon were tied up just like me, but they were still unconscious. I peered around to check the situation out. We were locked up in a cold earthy smelling room. It was a while until i noticed it but there were sounds coming from above.. some shuffling and muffled voices.. and a strange aroma wafted down from overhead. What was that?.. it was like something was baking .. but not something entirely edible... could it be....
KYLE'S SNICKERDOODLES??
no.. that was impossible.. kyle wasn't here.
or was he?
then i heard that cackle.. that mischevious chuckle that could only belong to a french canadian ex-baker.. OLIVER ...impossible.. he was hit with a papier mouchoir bomb, there was a .000001 percent chance of survival... a flash of brightness suddenly filled the room when i realized... i wasn't the only conscious being in the room...
TO BE CONTINUED....