I don't own it.

Cody wandered around the lobby, trying to familiarize himself with it. With all the people, and all the places, and all the food.

Cody finally got bored of just exploring the lobby. He decided to get out and look around the block, maybe find a good comic book store.

AS he was leaving the building, a man called out to him. "Hey kid, help us over here!" Cody looked in the direction of the voice. Two men were trying to get a heavy-looking couch into a truck. Cody remembered his mom's rule about never helping strangers, but there were people everywhere, what's the worst that could happen?

He went over to the men and-following their instructions-held open a large metal door. After much maneuvering, the two men finally managed to get the couch in.

"Thanks kid." The man with the brown beard said. He held out his hand.

"Happy to help," Cody replied, taking the hand. He felt a prick-like a needle-going into his hand. He suddenly felt very, very tired.

Then he blacked out.


"Ouch!" Zack exclaimed, putting a hand to the back of his head. The pain had been almost unbearible, but it was gone now.

"What's the matter?" Max asked, putting down her controller and looking at Zack, concerned.

Zack frowned. "I don't know..." his voice drifted off, then he smiled. It doesn't matter now. What really matters is the fact that I can kick your butt in Mario."

"No you don't!" Max smiled, playfully punching Zack on the arm.

Zack grinned. "Oh yes I do. I can beat a girl anyday!" Max smacked him agian on the arm and Zack laughed. But deep down inside, he was worried.

Where was Cody?


What'd I tell you, he went and got himself kidnapped!
Shut up, you'll give the whole story away!
Man, your plot's see-through. I like it.

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