Zak: Doyle? I'm really hungry… Can you let me out of here for just a little?

Doyle: *leans against door casually* That depends. You done being Bananaman?

Zak: *leans against other side of door* That depends. Can I have some food?

Bex: Oh, just let him out already.

Doyle: *unlocks door*

Zak: *falls out* Thanks. I think. *goes into kitchen*

Doyle: Keep him away from the bananas!

Bex: *yawns and flops on couch* Wasn't one of the Secret Scientists supposed to have bailed out Mom and Dad by now?

Doyle: I don't know. They only give you one phone call before they lock you in and I think they wasted it calling me.

Fisk: Now we might never get to Busch Gardens.

Zak: Uh, guys? I could use a hand in here. *explosion*

Doyle: *facepalm* What did he do now?

Bex: Five bucks says it involves the microwave.

Doyle, Bex and Fisk: *go into kitchen*

Bex: *snorts* Mph! Hahahaha!

Doyle: What the heck happened in here?

Zak: *stuck upside down to the wall* Honestly? I don't even know.

Microwave: *belches smoke cloud*

Doyle: What the HECK! You're going to wreck my whole apartment!

Fisk: Forget the apartment! We gotta peel him off the wall!

Bex: *giggles* Hold on- let me get the camera. *runs off and comes back with camera* Say 'cheese'!

Zak: (tonelessly) Cheese.

Bex: *takes picture*

Fisk: *grabs Zak's leg and tries to pull him loose* Rrrrr!

Zak: OW! Hey, easy Fisk! Don't pull my leg off.

Doyle: How exactly did you get stuck up there in the first place?

Zak: I think the microwave exploded.

Bex: Gee, you think?

Zak: *gives Bex the Evil Eye* Somebody get me down from here.

Fisk: *pulls on Zak's leg*

Zak: OW!

Doyle: Fisk! Cut it out.

Fisk: *stops* Sorry.

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Ways we tried to get Zak off the wall that didn't work A list by Bex Saturday

Pulling on him. Fisk tried pulling on his legs to peel him off like a human sticker. But that just pulled off his pants.

Pouring cold water on him. Doyle tried this one, but it didn't do anything except get Zak wet. Which was too bad, because if it had worked, I'd have been pelting him with water balloons until he fell.

Spraying him with the sink sprayer. I only came up with this one because I wanted to spray him in the face.

Peanut butter. I heard somewhere that peanut butter gets stuff out of your hair, so we used up the last of the jar trying to see if it would work on Zak and the wall. It didn't, and now he's wet AND smells like peanuts. Komodo likes it though.

Scaring him. Fisk wanted to dress up like Argost and scare Zak down from the wall. Doyle had to remind him we weren't trying to cure hiccups.

Give him a banana. I thought that if he thought he was Bananaman again, he'd unstuck himself. We couldn't do that one because Fisk ate the last banana for breakfast.

Scrape him off. When the banana thing failed, we had to resort to taking turns scraping Zak off with a spatula. Doyle made us stop when Fisk accidentally scraped a hole in the back of Zak' shirt.

Hair dryer. Zak was still wet from the sprayer thing we tried, so I got out the hair dryer from the bathroom and started drying him off. Heck, for all I knew he might dry up and fall off. That didn't work either.

Butter. We buttered him to try to get him to slip off the wall. All that did was get Fisk to lick him.

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Doyle: Ok. I give up. Any more bright ideas?

Komodo: Nope.

Fisk: My brain hurts!

Zak: I'm stuck to a wall in my uncle's kitchen with no pants on. You expect me to be thinking?

Bex: (hysterically) Forget doing it ourselves! Call the Army! Call the Marines! Call MOM!

Doyle: Ok! Ok! *picks up phone and dials* Uh, yeah, hi. I'm calling to talk to Drew Saturday. [pause] Yeah… I'm her brother. [pause] Why the heck do you need to know my age? [pause] I'm 29. [pause] Why would I tell you THAT? [pause] Hello? *shakes phone*

Zak: I think they hung up on you.

~One hour later~

Doyle: Think we should try the cops again? *picks up phone*

Zak: Hurry up. I've gotta pee.

Bex: *flicks Doyle on the temple* Give me that! *grabs phone*

Doyle: OW!

Bex: Watch a master liar at work, boys. *dials and holds phone to her ear* It's ringing. *holds out arm* Quick, Fisk- pinch me as hard as you can.

Fisk: Why?

Bex: Just DO IT!

Fisk: Ok… *pinches Bex*

Bex: *starts to cry* (phone gets answered) Hello? [pause] My name is Bex. My mom is Drew Saturday, can I talk to her? [pause] *sniff* Please? It's really important. [pause] Ok, I'll hold. *covers mouthpiece* In your face, Doyle! They're putting me through.

Doyle: But! You were just- how did you- why aren't you crying anymore?

Bex: Ssh! *waves hand and listens to phone* Mom? Mom!

Drew: Honey, what's wrong?

Bex: Zak's stuck to the wall in Doyle's kitchen!

Drew: WHAT?

Bex: It's the truth! I'll put you on speaker. *turns on speakerphone*

Zak: Mom!

Drew: Zak! Oh, poor baby. Are you ok?

Zak: I'm stuck to the wall.

Drew: *laughs* I heard.

Doyle: He's been stuck up there for a while now. How do we get him down?

Zak: And don't tell them to pull me off. Fisk tried that earlier and pulled off my pants instead.

Drew: Have you tried soapy water yet? That worked when you were a baby and you bubblegummed yourself to the cabinet door in our kitchen.

Bex: If peanut butter didn't work, why would soap and water?

Drew: Peanut butter only works on hair. Get a bucket of water- make sure it's warm- put some soap in it, stir it until the soap bubbles and pour it over Zak. He should slide right down off the wall.

Zak: Hurry up! Now I REALLY have to pee.

Bex: I'll get a bucket of water. *runs off*

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~On Doc and Drew's end of the phone line~

Doc: Who is that?

Drew: *raises eyebrow sarcastically* The Queen of England. It's the kids, Doc!

Doc: I knew that. *smiles guiltily*

Drew: Ssh! *listens* Ok, you got it? Put the soap in the water and pour it on Zak. *screaming and yelling noises from phone*

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Zak: Huh? Yaah! *falls to the floor* Oof!

Drew: Did it work?

Bex: It worked! Thanks Mom!

Zak: Can I have my pants back please?

Fisk: *hands Zak his pants*

Zak: *puts his pants on*

Doyle: *snickers*

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A/N: Once again, I have to thank my sister for helping with this chapter. Because if she hadn't helped, they'd have been scraping Zak off the wall with Drew's Firesword or something equally uncomfortable.

Ideas welcomed!