1-3 Hours:

The crew walked around outside into the abandoned parking lot. They could tell it was summer on a Sunday. They were even amazed to break into a school bus on a Saturday night. Usually, those things were locked up tight. Maybe someone’s mind slipped over the summer. Anyway, that’s the problem at the moment. Lisa looked around for a moment.

“Okay,” she said. “Now where did we all go last night?” The boys all stood around in silence. Nobody had the answer to that one. *Sweat drop on Lisa’s head* “Oh that’s right…” she mumbled. “My bad…”

“Well, we did go to club Crawlers last night,” Miguel pointed out. The crew thought about that for a moment. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in their heads.

“Oh yeah!” Brandon called out. “That’s the place we all get trashed every Saturday!” All of them smiled at such fond memories. Then, they all returned back to Earth.

“Right!” Lisa called out. “Let’s go there!” The boys all agreed to that one. They headed off to their favorite club. Crawlers had just opened up for the day. Everyone had just begun to set up for the next party crowd. The bar tender looked up and saw the crew. A smile came onto his face.

“Hey guys!” he called out loud. “So good to see you be here again!” The crew came over to the bar. Their bar tender looked at them confused.

“What are you guys doing here on Sunday afternoon?” he asked them. The kids looked at each nervously for a moment. Tom looked forward to the bar tender.

“Billy here lost something really important!” he announced bluntly. “And we’re trying to remember what happened last night.” Billy looked really pale on that one. Lisa nudged at Tom violently.

“Ow!” he called out loud. The girl glared at him coldly.

“You don’t have to go into detail!” she hissed at him. Tom glared at her coldly.

“Bitch,” he mumbled to her. Miguel kicked him under the table.

“No, she’s not!” he hissed. His pal glared back at him as cold as ice. “Why does he always take her side?” Tom thought bitterly. Then, he remembered why and groaned at that one. The bar tender smiled at them warmly.

“And you guys want me to help you?” he asked them.

“Yes!!!” the kids all said in unison. Their bar tender grinned at them in pride.

“Okay then,” he replied. “I can help you out.” The kids looked on overjoyed.

“Yes, I’m saved!” Billy cried out. “It’s a dream come true!!!”

“So what did happen to us last night?” Miguel asked. The bar tender thought about that for a moment. Bits of the story began to form into his head. In a few seconds, he had the answer.

“Last night,” he began. “You guys came in here to drink, get high, and party like you usually do.”

“Right,” Miguel replied.

“You and Lisa went into the bathroom for a screw,” the bar tender went on. Miguel and Lisa grinned at that one. Tom and Brandon rolled their eyes there. Billy listened in closely.

“And then what?” he asked.

“You Billy began selling some smack to some of the clubbers here,” the bar tender went on. “However, you weren’t very good at it. Everyone kept turning you down and buying smack elsewhere.” Billy hung his head in shame.

“Oh yeah…” he mumbled. “That’s right…”

“And then what?” Lisa asked him. The bar tender shrugged at them.

“You just did your usual party thing before leaving,” he replied. The crew thought about that for a long while. Good start so far. They all looked at each other for a moment.

“You must have dropped your drugs here,” Lisa suggested to Billy. He looked at her really hopeful.

“You really think so?” the boy asked the red-head.

“Only one way to see,” Miguel replied. The crew began to search the entire club for the missing dope. After two whole hours, they came up with nothing.

“Find anything?” Lisa asked.

“No!” Tom answered her.

“Nothing,” Brandon spoke up.

“No dice!” Miguel called out. Billy sighed aloud as he looked up at the ceiling.

“Figures!” he said. “Wishful thinking to believe that I dropped the smack here! I’m finished!!!” Lisa held up her hand to him.

“No you’re not!” she spoke up. “They’re just not here, okay? We’ll just have to keep tracing our steps, got me?” Billy went pale and quiet at her words. This was the power of Lisa Phelps. She could calm anyone down by just talking to them. When yelling, everyone did as she said. Miguel even joked about how she could be a general in the army if she had the patience and the temper to pull it off. Billy nodded at her once. Lisa stood up firm with her hands on her hips.

“Good,” she said in her famous strong commanding voice. “Now let’s go!” The girl marched all the way out the door. The boys followed after her without any questions at all. The hunt for Billy’s stash continued.