It's been a month since my baby brother disappeared.

Policemen have searched the whole town, but no evidence was found except an oily black nose hair and a smear of Hershey's chocolate.

In the time, strange things have happened. EVERY 5 year old has disappeared. People claim to have seen a black shadow outlining a stubby kidnapper. Truck gas spills are found near the parking lot, when people didn't even USE trucks. This is getting out of hand. I GOTTA get my brother back, and the other children before Mr. Stubby Kidnapper strikes again.

I snagged an old tan vest, grabbed a pair of tattered jeans, and equipped a navy shirt. Not the snazziest, but not too bad! I slipped them on and ran to the broken down police station, for I have a plan. I walked in. The walls were crumbling, there were little rats and beetles and that kind of stuff. It ain't Marriott, but this is the place. I walked up to the greasy-fingered, Hershey's eating, nose hair-picking chief. I looked at him square in the eye and barked out, "Yo, man. You searched inside the whole town, didn't you?" The chief nodded frantically.

"Then have you searched OUTSIDE of the whole town?" I added, casually. The stupid ol'e chief shook his darn head. I know, I know. That's pretty rude for some 9 year old to say. But I didn't have time for manners, except one. "Thanks, man," I shouted behind me. I ran into the parking lot. Inside the chief's pickup truck, I heard muffled screaming.

2 officers in the truck are staring wide-eyed at a cockroach on the dashboard. I packed a bag at home with hot dogs, a flashlight, candy, a large stick, and soda, plus some cola and mentos. I grab my phone and run out the walls of our village. I open the GPS app on my iPhone. First stop, the 13th river. Rumor has it that the 13th river pulled people in whenever they were too close.

I ran 4 paces to the left, 4 paces to the right, kicked some stones, then walked up North. The 13th river had a golf flag with the number 13 on it. I pinch my nose and cannonballed in. An outline of a shark loomed in front of me. I brandished my stick. Thank goodness...... I have a waterproof phone. Phew! Then I remembered my lungs. I looked for a possible air pocket. I spotted a...... door? And then I swam like there was no tomorrow. The door was circled by a picture of 7 moons. Red and yellow mist swirled through the current. Never mind how it got there, I needed air. I burst through the door. The breath of air! The children all locked up in a corner! The smell of sardines- wait, what?! The children? I ran toward the cage. I was a millimeter away when a man socked me. It was nonetheless than...... BATMAN! Ha, got you there! It was the chief. "CHIEF?!?!" I yell doubtfully. "Yes, well I-" he started. "Wait, wait, wait. Lemme try," I interrupted, "There were barely any crimes in our town, so you kidnapped the kids and were going to take them back to the mayor to get credit and frame some idiot." The chief stared. "Wow, you're good," he said. "Well, I watch a lot of Scooby Doo," I replied.

"We're free!" screamed the kids. While I was talking, I had swiped his keys and unlocked the lock. The children trampled the chief. One little girl jumped on him for good measure. I kicked him for extra good measure. You can never be too sure. I cuffed his hands, feet, and yes, even his butt. Then we swam to the surface and I handed him over to the mayor. The mayor gave me a medal, and then some judge came up and yelled, "I sentence you to 7 years of jail!" The chief couldn't help but smile. "You CAN'T! I'm the chief!" he snickered. Then I had a suggestion. The one place an animal like him should live. I whispered it into the judge's ear. "I sentence you to 7 years of ANIMAL SHELTER!" he yelled. The chief scowled an ugly scowl. "I'll get you someday!" he hollered. "Nah," I replied. "You'll be holed up in an animal shelter. Nobody will want to adopt YOU!" I lay in bed at 6:48pm. Wow, this all happened in one day. The children have mouths filled with hot dogs and skittles. The chief is in an animal shelter. And I got some kind of funky medal. What's next?