CHAPTER 4:

"So this person, if you can even call him that, WANTS us to suffer?" Miles asked, "What for?"

Helga sighed, "I told you already, I DON'T KNOW. Criminy, let me be! You're just as persistent as the football head!"

"Persistent? PERSISTENT?!" Miles yelled, standing up, "What do you mean I'm persistent, I'm trying to get out of here and YOU'RE NOT HELPING!"

Helga was about to reply but then froze as she looked up. She gasped.

Miles groaned, "Oh, what is it now?!"

"There's a camera."

"Oh ye-wait, what?"

Helga pointed up at the priorly invisible camera to them, but now it was there. Clear as day. Miles sat down once again, trying to remember something, ANYTHING that could explain how they got here.

Before long, Miles finally snapped his fingers, "Hey, I remember now!"

"You do?"

"Y-yes!"

FLASHBACK

Arnold, Miles and Stella were at the ice cream truck, being met by the Jolly Olly Man.

Arnold grinned, "So then Gerald and I-"

"THAT'LL BE TWELVE FIFTY."

Miles blinked, before smiling at the ice cream man and handing him the money, "Thank you, have a nic-"

"What, no tip?"

"P-pardon?"

The Jolly Olly Man stood up from his seat in the car, glaring at Miles, "You heard me, asshole!" the man yelled, "I gave you ice cream, the least you could do is give me a fuckin' tip!"

Stella gasped and covered Arnold's ears, as well as angering Miles, "Well, you aren't now!" he yelled, walking away alongside his family.

At the house, they sat down at the table, alone. The rest of the boarders had left on vacation, and they had trusted Miles and Stella, as well as Arnold, to take care of the house.

Suddenly, Miles felt his phone ring from a text, looked at it, and began to walk up and leave, much to Stella's dismay.

"Miles," Stella called out, making the man stop, "where are you going? You always go out at this time!"

Miles frowned at her, "I-uh, I have work! You know that!"

"No, I don't!"

"W-well then, that's your fault! I'll see you later!" he said, before slamming the door at the suspicious looking Stella.

Hours later, Miles was walking in the driveway of a cheap hotel, sighing before pinching his nose bridge in frustration.

CLICK!

Out of nowhere, a camera flash had put him completely off. He blinked at the sight and tried to look around, seeing nobody around.

He sighed and headed into his car, before realizing it had a flat! Miles groaned and stepped out of the car but was met with a cloroform napkin on his face, rendering him unconscious.

Miles sighed, before looking at Helga, "What about you, Helga?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

That's Miles' story. But I'm not done with him yet!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!