Part 2

"See?" Roger said when they reached the last of the jellybeans. "I told you the trail would run out. Now what?" Roger grabbed the last jellybean and ate it as he did with the other jellybeans.

"Hmmm," Stan said, thinking. "Well we have to do something. We can't let those kidnappers keep the First Daughter as their hostage."

"Hey!" Jeff piped up. He was looking at a gummy bear trail at the start of the hill going all the way down. "This gummy bear trail looks promising." Hayley went to her husband.

"Good eye Jeff!" She told him. She looked at her parents.

"When the jellybeans ran out, Sasha might've begun using these." Roger went near Jeff and Hayley and leaned down to observe the gummy bears. He picked one up.

"How do you know these are from the same girl?" The alien asked.

"Only one way to find out." Hayley said and motioned for the rest of her family and followed the new trail. The family all followed except Roger who ate the gummy bear. Stan saw this and stopped.

"Roger!" He yelled at him. "Come on, let's go! Don't eat those, those were on the ground. I think they've been on the ground for way more then five seconds. Besides, you'll get a sugar rush or a stomachache if you eat too many."

"Stan," Roger told him. "The five second rule only applies to humans and don't worry, that was my last one."

"Well, okay." He smiled and went on. Roger went on too, but as the family continued on the trail; Roger ate the gummy bears one by one.

It wasn't until nightfall when the family had reached a warehouse. They had been following a trail of gummy worms, red licorices, Milkyways, Hersey's Kisses and Kit-Kat Bars, all of which has been consumed by Roger.

"?" Roger asked, bouncing up and down like an excited kid. Francine looked at Roger.

"Roger, did you eat every piece of candy on the trail?"

"Yes, he did." Stan answered.

"Andtheywereallsodangsweet."

"What did he say?" Jeff asked. Hayley shrugged.

"Beats me." She replied.

"Isaidtheywereallsodangsweet!" Roger answered. He then looked at the warehouse. He looked back at his family, still bouncing up and down.

"? Huh,arewe,arewe?" Stan and Francine looked puzzled.

"All I could get out of that is 'candy' and 'house.'" Steve told them.

"Roger must be having hallucinations." Francine exclaimed. "He must think that warehouse is made out of candy." Hayley bent down to the alien.

"Roger," She told him. "That is just a warehouse. It's not made out of candy." Roger looked at her oddly.

"WhatyoutalkingaboutOf courseitisofcourseitis!" He jabbered. ",thedrivewayhascandycanes onbothlsidesandsomushmore!It'sacandyparadise!"

"Roger," Stan told him. "I think you need to sleep. You're too hyper."

"Whatdoyoumeanhyper?I'mnothyper.I' candycandycandy!I'mnottiredone…" He then collapsed onto the ground and began snoring. The family sighed in relief.

"Hey, Mr. S?" Jeff asked. "We've been following this candy trail all night. You think I should maybe call the police or something?"

"Jeff, I told you before, there's no time!" Stan hissed, sneaking up to the doors.

"Are you sure? I got a cell phone. It'd be real easy."

"I said no!" Stan hissed. "Now come on and keep quiet."

"Ooh, we're finally going on a potentially fatal mission against violent insurrectionists as a family!" Francine cheered. "I wish I brought my camera."

"Wait!" Roger screeched, sitting up quickly. "I'm better now!" He rushed after the family into the warehouse.

The family was careful not to get caught by the many workers in turbans. They hid behind creates, going from there to the next.

"Do we have a plan, Stan?" Roger asked and then snickered. "Stan, plan." He looked at Stan who was giving him a look. "No seriously, do we have a plan?"

"Yeah. We just recue Sasha and hightail it out of here before the kidnappers find out." Roger looked puzzled as they hid behind another create.

"That's your plan? That's not a plan; well it is, but not a good one! Where's the fun in that?"

"Stan," Francine told him. "Where is she? We can't be running on a wild goose chase!"

"I don't know." Stan admitted. "But we got to find her. If we do, then we'll become heroes of the President of the United States! I can see it now; Barak Obama shaking my hand; our names and pictures will be in the paper, the whole Smith family eating with the Obamas and watching fireworks with them. Ah, that'll be a Fourth of July to remember!"

"But Dad," Steve started. "We got plans for the Fourth." Stan looked at his son.

"Plans change, son. Besides, how often it is that you get to spend the nation's birthday with the President of the United States and his family?"

"That's a wonderful dream, honey." Francine told her husband. "But unfortunately that dream is impossible to come true unless we find his daughter and save her first."

"Right. So, where is she? We can't be running on a wild goose chase you know." The family sighed. Stan looked confused. "What?"

Steve looked around, and then something caught his eye. He leaned way in so he could see better. In a separate room, he saw a big cage…with Sasha Obama inside, crying.

"I see her!" He said.

"You do?" Stan asked, looking around. "Where?" Steve pointed to where the girl was.

"There!" The family was shocked.

"It is her!" Francine spoke. "Come on!" She and her family ran to the room where she was. They all halted when they saw a guard. Roger and Hayley recognized him. It was the short man from before. He was still in his turban. He was sitting in a chair; reading a book.

"What are we going to do, Mr. S?" Jeff questioned Stan.

"We need him distracted." Stan said. "Someone will have to distract him so that we can bust Sasha out."

"Good idea Stan." Roger commented him. "Now, that's a plan!" He nudged him, playfully. "Who is going to be the sucker that is going to pull it off?" The family all looked at him and smiled. Roger nudged Stan again. "Huh? Who's it's going to be the sucker? Huh, who? No, seriously, who it is going to be?" He then sighed when he realized something. "It's going to be me, isn't it?" The family nodded. Roger sighed again.

"The thing I do for you people. Okay, I'll do it." He then looked at them in question. "But what will I do? How can I distract him when I don't know what to do?"

"You'll think of something." Stan told him. "You're a great distracter, remember? You distracted those people at he adoption agency so I could find Francine's birth parents on the computer"

"Only because you set me on fire!"

"Oh yeah. But you still did a swell job even though I found out that they were horrible people." He and Francine started pushing him towards the guard. "Now go!"

When they released him, he looked back. Francine and Stan gestured him to go ahead.

"Go; go!" They whispered loudly. Roger sighed again. He looked at the guard and walked towards him. He pretended to be sad.

"Excuse me, sir." He began. "My kitty, Ginger, ran in here when she got spooked by a dog. Can you help me find her?" The man looked at him. He bolted from his chair, mad.

"Hey!" He snapped. "You're not supposed to be here!" He began chasing after Roger.

"I'll take that as a no and that you don't believe me." Roger ran away, screaming. That's when the Smiths came out of their hiding place. They went to the cage.

"Don't cry Sasha." Steve comforted the crying girl. "Your savors are here. We'll bust you out!" Sasha ceased her tears to look at them.

"Who are you?" The President's daughter wanted to know.

"We're the Smiths." Stan told her. "I'm Stan, my lovely wife is Francine, my daughter is Hayley and my son is Steve."

"And I'm Jeff." Jeff added. He put an arm in Hayley's. "I'm married to this chick." Hayley grinned nerviousy.

"Too much information, Jeff." Hayley told him. "She didn't need to know that." Jeff let go.

"Oh, sorry." Hayley looked at Sasha.

"Sasha," She began. "Do you know where the keys are?" Sasha nodded and pointed to the keys on the wall. The family looked at them.

"It's over there." Sasha explained. "When the guard was asleep, I tried getting it with a broom, but I failed miserably. When the guard woke up and realized what I was trying, he took the broom away from me. I gave up then, figuring it's hopeless to even try." She began to cry again. "I'll never get out again! I'll never see my mom, dad, sister or our dog, Bo, ever again." She cried and cried. The Smiths felt sad. Hayley went to where the keys were, grabbed them off the wall and put it in the lock. They heard footsteps.

"Hurry!" Stan told Haley. "I think he's coming back."

"I'm trying!" Hayley told him. "This isn't easy as it looks."

"Well, can you try a little faster? Someone's coming!" Hayley groaned. There was a click and then the cage door opened. "There; I did it! You're free Sasha!" Sasha came out of the cage and smiled.

"Okay," Stan said. "Sasha's free; now let's go and get her back to the White House!" The Smiths agreed with a nod and was about to go when the same guard from before came in. Another guard came in. It was the tall man. He was also in his turban. They both had Roger in each hand. Roger looked at the Smiths. He smiled and waved at Sasha.

"I see you have Sasha!" He waved at her. "Hey girl! How're you doing?" The guards dropped the disguised alien to the ground. He went to the Smiths. Stan stepped up.

"You won't get away with this!" He shouted at them. "We won't let you!" The guards looked at each other and laughed. Stan narrowed his eyes at them. "I want to have a chat with your boss!"

Another person then came into the room. He was in his turban as well. The family's eyes widened.

"Aamir!" Stan said.