Chapter 3- The Hunt For Izzy

J.D. started searching all over the tiny house for Izzy. He knew that Carla would be home in at least two hours. He had that much time to find Izzy. He then thought of a way to find her. J.D. started searching in the toy box for Izzy's favorite toy. It was a small ball with a button that played "Mary had a Little Lamb."

J.D. started singing along to the beat with his own lyrics:

"Izzy's parents will be pissed

will be pissed, will be pissed

Izzy's parents will be pissed

When they find their kid gone."

J.D. kept singing with these lyrics for a while knowing when he would find Izzy. "Mary had a Little Lamb" was always one of Izzy's favorite songs. When he got close to Izzy, she'd start to giggle. J.D. only hoped that would soon hear the baby's voice before Carla got home from hanging out with Elliot.

After searching the place for about an hour and a half J.D. still couldn't find Izzy. He was worried that he may have lost the poor baby. J.D. could only picture Izzy frozen in the arctic crying, "Why did you lose me and leave me frozen in this Hell, J.D.?" He shivered at the thought but shook it out of head knowing very well that nobody lived near the arctic.

He then decided to check in the last place he expected Izzy to be, Turk and Carla's bedroom. J.D. played the musical ball and heard giggling under the bed. He looked under the bed to see that it was Izzy. J.D. breathed a breath of relief. But when he tried to get Izzy, a strange force kept taking her back. After a few minutes of struggling, J.D. pulled out Izzy to see The Janitor along with her.

"What are you doing here?" J.D. asked.

The Janitor thought on his feet and said, "I just wanted to see you with the baby. So I came through the window and hid Izzy under the bed."

"Why did you come in through the window instead of just knocking on the door?"

"I thought going through the window would be more fun."

"Now why did you hide Izzy under the bed?"

"I…I…" Before The Janitor could answer J.D.'s question, J.D. saw a bag next to The Janitor and looked through it. Inside he found floor wax, hot sauce, food coloring, and cans of baby food.

"What is all this?" asked an obviously pissed J.D.

The Janitor didn't answer. He just snatched the bag from J.D.'s hands and jumped out the window, accidentally splashing Izzy's face with hot sauce as he did so. J'D. tried to chase after The Janitor's vehicle, but his scrawny legs were no match for The Janitor's teal van. J.D. soon gave up and went back in the house…only to fins Carla and Elliot standing in the front of the room with angered expressions on their faces.

"He-he-hey guys," J.D. said nervously. "Y-you're home early."

"You bet you're ass we are," Carla snapped. "Now would you like to explain to me why Izzy's face is covered with hot sauce?"

J.D. found the small bottle of hot sauce on the floor. He read the label and said, "I don't even like this brand of hot sauce."

"Then why is it all over my baby's face?"

"But—"

"And would you also like to explain how my curtain is ripped and why the floor is slippery?"

"Well—"

Carla stopped him. "Ya know what, never mind. Just get out, J.D." J.D obeyed and was out within a matter of three seconds.

The only thin Elliot could think was, "How could you do this to me J.D.? I lost a forty dollar bet thanks to you." Elliot sighed. She didn't look forward to her next day of work.