Chapter 2

"Fisk? Where are you? Time for hair-trimming!" Zak yelled. The eleven-year-old boy had a pair of inappropriate scissors for trimming and a comb. Fisk's hair was too long and Zak's mum, Drew Saturday ordered that Zak trims Fisk's hair.

"Come on out, Fisk, it's just a harmless trimming. I promise you won't became bold," Zak continue to yell but Fisk had no reply. It's obvious that Fisk is hiding from him. He walked to the balcony where Komodo was resting beside a huge chest and Zon was eating her fish. Zak looked at Zon and Zon pointed to the huge chest that wasn't there before. Fisk's hiding in the chest and Zak had one way to lure him out.

"Where the heck is Fiskerton? He's not in the balcony. So I will go to find him at the living hall!" Zak pretended to leave. He hid behind the huge chest and let time reveal everything. And he was right. His plan worked. Fiskerton fell right into his trap.

The chest's lid was slowly lifted. Fiskerton looked around and no sign of Zak. He stood up. It's time. Zak jumped out from his hiding spot and let himself hang over Fisk's neck. Fisk struggled but Zak didn't let go. Fiskerton ran towards the living hall with Zak. Doc and Drew Saturday were at the living hall talking with a man using the TV.

"Yes, people had gone missing around here. I beg of you, Saturdays. Please, come to solve the disappearance case before more and more people got lost," the man said.

Fisk and Zak were making noise and Drew yelled to stop them. "Zak, Fisk, be quiet!"

Zak and Fisk stopped running around. Both stood behind Drew quietly. "What's going on?" Zak asked.

"Rarayihirara (I had no idea),"

"Very well, Doctor Reed. We'll come," Doc replied.

"Thank you, Saturdays. I owe gratitude to you," the video stopped.

"What is it?" Zak finally had a chance to ask.

"People were gone missing throughout that area. The police couldn't find out who did it and weird markings appeared that believed to belong to cryptids. So, we're sent to do some investigation there," Doc replied.

"Where are we going?"

"You're not going anywhere,"

"Dad... I'm old enough, please,"

"No, Zak stay," Drew ordered.

"Mum, dad, please..." Zak and Fiskerton showed puppy faces at their strict parents. This plan would convince them.

Drew sighed. She looked at her husband. "Fine, you can go. But don't get into trouble,"

"Yeah! Yahoo!" the duo cheered. "By the way, where are we going?"

"We're going to Beverly Hills,"