AN: So here we have some more humor, and a little adventure. For those who were possibly wondering, Francis does have a crush on Teddy. Please leave reviews… They really motivate me. I'm not kidding; they make my day. Thank you Starmachine. Also, the beginning might not make sense at first. Basically, Nate wants the letter back.

It was around four in the morning when Teddy and Francis arrived groggily at Nate's doorstep.

"This is stupid," Teddy muttered tiredly.

Francis nodded his agreement, but was too tired to say anything. If he opened his mouth, he was afraid a yawn would escape him. He hadn't gone to sleep until 1:00, because he'd been working on the history assignment due the next day. Despite his orderly appearance, even Francis procrastinated at times. Three hours of sleep however… It simply wasn't enough. The average human body needed at least eight hours of sleep on average to remain fully healthy, he remembered.

Teddy sighed, letting out a large yawn. After that, Francis couldn't help but yawn as well. Yawns were contagious, after all.

"What's the time?" Teddy asked, taking Francis's wrist in his hand to see his watch, which happened to glow in the dark. Francis had a secret passion for things that glowed in the dark. It was rather childish, but he had started collecting all sorts of glow-in-the-dark things a few years back, and he still maintained that obsession. It's too early, that's what time it is, Francis thought to himself, as he blushed lightly at Teddy's touch. It was so dark out that there was no one to see this, however.

There was a sudden noise from above them, and Teddy backed out from under the porch roof to see what it was. Francis followed cautiously. He really didn't like raccoons much.

It was hard to see anything, but both boys could make out the small silhouette running across the flat of the roof. The shadow picked up speed, before making a heroic jump from the roof to the nearby tree, where it swung from the swaying branch.

Teddy whistled softly. "Pretty sick," he muttered, slightly in awe.

"Psst! You guys! Help me get down!"

Francis sighed softly, barely containing his yawn. He and Teddy ambled tiredly over to the tree trunk, looking up to where their friend hung, maybe twenty feet in the air. "What do you want us to do genius?" Francis hissed up at his friend.

"Umm… Be prepared to catch me?"

Francis immediately backed out, leaving Teddy standing under the tree. Teddy shot him a silent look of dismay.

Sorry…

"Don't worry dude, I've got this!" Nate fumbled for a moment, still hanging onto the branch precariously, before he managed to swing something… A rope? —Over the tree branch. It fell to the ground, and Teddy took one end uncertainly.

"Great! So you take that end and lower me down, okay?"

Teddy swallowed. Taking the rope around his waist, he picked up the slack. "Okay…"

Nate grabbed the rope in one hand carefully. Francis eyed the procedure from a distance. Was it just his imagination, or were there glowing eyes in the tree that Nate was in? He shook himself, feeling uneasy. No. It's just your imagination. You're still half asleep. He looked again. The eyes were still there. Yep, something was definitely in that tree with Nate. It was slowly climbing out onto the branch, too… "Hey…" he said suddenly, not bothering to whisper. Teddy turned to him. "What?"

'Meow?'

The next few seconds were a disaster. There was a high-pitched scream, a gigantic crash, an "OW!" and the frightened screech of a cat falling out of a tree.

"AHHH! GET IT OFF ME!"

Something hissing and spitting was suddenly hurled through the air and into the bush next to Francis, causing him to jump in alarm. What the…

"Dude, you just THREW A CAT!" Teddy yelled, highly irritated, not to mention slightly bruised, with a major headache. He slowly stood up, offering Nate a hand, who was still frightened and bruised up on the grass, visibly shaken.

"Y-yeah, so WHAT?! I'm more of a dog person, thank you very much!" Nate let out a shuttering sigh, Taking Teddy's hand. Teddy shoved him, once he was on his feet again. "That was a brilliant idea, 007. Got any more?"

"How about getting out of here?" Francis interrupted. The light in Nate's dad's room had suddenly flickered on.

Nate and Teddy turned around to see the light on, immediately silenced. Then Teddy grabbed Nate's arm, and ran, dragging him off the property and into the neighbor's yard, where they were out of view.

"HEY!" Francis whirled around, seeing his friends disappear from sight. "WAIT FOR—" He stopped abruptly, as the rest of the house lights turned on, one by one. Take one for the team Francis. You can do this. The front door swung open, showing a very tired, grumpy looking Mr. Wright. Francis stepped forward uneasily. Take one for the team. Take one for the team. Wait, what was he planning on saying anyways?

Wow. He doesn't look too happy. Francis gulped.

As Teddy and Nate ran through the neighborhood in the dark, rope trailing on the ground behind them, Teddy couldn't help but ask Nate again. "Again, why are you planning on robbing Randy's house?"

Nate snorted. "I'm not stealing anything, Teddy. I'm just taking back what's mine! I have to get Jenny's letter!"

"What?!"

Oh right. Teddy didn't know about the letters, Nate reminded himself. "I'll explain later."

Teddy punched him in the shoulder angrily.

"I SAID, I'll explain later!"

"Francis?"

"Hi Mr. Wright," Francis laughed nervously. "Uh… Sorry about that… Late night prank, you see…" Francis didn't get to finish his sentence, before Nate's dad cut him off. "Go tzo bed Francis," he mumbled, seeming to be still half asleep. Possibly drunk, even. "You'vv gots a big day tomorrow… Gonna go winthe race…" The door suddenly slammed shut. The lights went out, one by one. Francis stared for a moment. Win the race? What? Was he still asleep or something? He let out a long sigh of relief. Wow. That means… It suddenly hit him. He couldn't believe his luck! Nate's dad hadn't found out! Francis had thought they would be found out for sure!

His relief didn't last long, however.

I'm alone.

In the dark.

With a feral cat prowling around, and god knows what else. Francis suddenly took off; bolting down the sidewalk in the direction his friends had gone.

In the house across the street, a light flickered on. Screaming in the night? Well this had gone too far. Mr. Wright would have to know about this.