Chapter 4
Author's Note: Hey everyone. I'm back yet again. I was starting to lose interest in Fan fiction thanks to these flamers but I decided to stay and work on my story. I'll also have to check out some of the new stories that have been published. Heh, I've really been missing out. Here's Chapter 4, enjoy.
Sly awoke in a dark room. He was tied to a chair.
"Well, this isn't the first time this has happened. These guys sure are creative." Sly thought.
Then Ricky the security guard, and two other guards who were about five times bigger than Ricky came in.
"I am gonna ask you some simply simple questions, and you are gonna answer them. Is that clear?" Ricky said.
"'Simply simple?'" Sly asked. Ricky smacked him across the face.
"That wasn't a question! Now, what is your purpose at our fine establishment?" Ricky asked.
"Uh, I was-"
Ricky smacked him again.
"That wasn't a question! Are you gonna answer what I asked you or not?" Ricky said.
"Well, by your standards you haven't exactly asked anything yet." Sly said. He was secretly trying to get out of the rope he was tied by. It was simple, because the knot was right by his hands.
"I see. But technically, I also was asking you a question just now, and you answered it, so I have asked you a question." Ricky said.
"But to be exact, why would you ask a question, if you didn't want an answer? That would be pointless." One of the other guards said.
"No, no, no! I was asking questions and not letting answer them so he would only tell the truth. I was psyching him out so I could get to the good stuff." Ricky said.
"But if you wanted to "psych him out", you could just have tortured him." The other bodyguard said.
"Now, Jim, that's just sick. See, now this is why you're only a "junior mall security guard". You quit with all that "torture this," and "torture that" and you'll be a full-fledged mall security guard."
"Well, we might as well let this criminal ask- where'd he go?" Ricky said. Sly was gone.
"Murray, we need to find the directory, Sly might be in the Lost Child section." Bentley said.
"I'm not looking for Sly, Bentley. I'm looking for the Scarf store, the Ice Cream Stand, Donuts Deluxe, and that one place with the race cars and the ball pit." Murray said.
"Murray, do you remember what I said about thirty two minutes and one point six four seconds ago?"
"Nope." Murray said.
"Well we better go get Sly." Bentley said.
"Why, he's right over there." Murray said.
Bentley and Murray ran over to see Sly. He was crawling out of a vent.
"Sly, where in Bohr's atom model were you?" Bentley said.
"Bohr's atom model?" Sly said.
"I hope you two realize you just spoke in sentence fragments. I am very disappointed in you." Murray said.
"Uh..." Sly said.
"So where were you Sly?" Bentley asked.
"Well, I got captured by Mall Security guards, who tried to figure out questions by not letting me answer anything. I got out, but I couldn't find the-"
"Did you get my scarf?" Murray said.
"Is Rome blue a good color?"
"R-Rome blue? That color isn't even out yet! I thought it was just made-up!" Murray said.
"I found a whole crate of them when I was crawling out of this vent here. I wonder why they would keep them there, though." Sly said.
"Enough filler, let's get to that freaking crystal!" Bentley said.
"Tone it down, Bentley."
"Sorry, I don't know what came over me." Bentley said.
"Bentley, I was kidding. Geez, you only said freaking. Now let's get out of here." Sly said as he left the mall.