Wizards of Waverly Place

I've got a secret

Part Seven: Day Seven

It was Friday, October 8, 2010, and Alex and Mason were sitting in the loft thinking very hard. They were tense due to the face that Justin could come back any minute, and Ray would just out from behind some door and shoot him. They had to come up with a plan.

"Mason, what do we do? There's no way of finding Justin before he comes out of the closet, and there's no way of finding Ray. Whenever we follow him to his hiding place, he disappears. Mason, it's hopeless." Said Alex sadly.

"I think he's hiding behind that door there." Whispered Mason as the door closed slightly. "Alex, every time we've been in a sticky situation we always found a way out. Remember when I was a half man, half wolf, and you kept with me until Justin, found a way out, oh. Wonder where Justin is."

"Mason, if we could find Justin we wouldn't be in this mess. But, we always do make it through until Justin comes, so we should be able to do it this time."

"Well, why don't we start now, make one of our world famous ideas to get us out of a mess that we've gotten ourselves into. 'Cept this time it's Justin's fault and his problem and he's the one getting made, but, let's think."

"Right now? First thing in the morning?" Asked Alex.

"Well ya."

"We've never done one in the morning before."

"Ha, if you never have a first time, then you never have one any time." Said Mason.

"Kinda exciting. Okay, we should go to the place where we always come up with ideas."

"Great, let's go!" Yelled Mason as they ran to the door.

"See ya." Said Alex as she shoved the door into the wall.

"Oh!" Said Ray who was hiding behind the door.

Jerry walked down stairs. Alex, Alex? Where is she?"

Ray came out from behind the door. "Ha! Are you Justin Russo?" Demanded Ray as he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Jerry.

"Ha, yer Ray Liotta. I love you!"

"Enough small talk! I know yer Justin Russo! Now get ready to die!"

"Wait, I'm not Justin Russo. I'm his dad, Jerry."

"Got any I.D?" Asked Ray as he put his finger on the trigger.

"Ya, here." Said Jerry handing Ray his I.D.

"Oh, so you are. I always identify people by their . I mean, if I had, a picture of Justin Russo, and man looking just like him came in with an I.D stating he's otherwise, then I'd have to let him go."

"What if somebody got a fake I.D, then you'd be scammed out of killing him?" Asked Jerry.

"Please, I've seen some real low lives, but I have never seen a man who would lie about his I.D. See ya." Said Ray as he left.

"Weirdo. Boy is that Justin Russo in trouble." Said Jerry as he smoked a cigar.

At the school, Alex and Mason were mopping the halls while others slipped and fell on the floor as they talked to each other. "We need something. Something that Ray will never expect or be able to resist. If only we knew more about him. Like, some oddity that will enable us to fool him into letting Justin go." Said Alex.

"So you're saying, that we need to get to know Ray better in order to save Justin? We could ask him to lunch and have a conversation with him." Suggested Mason.

"I don't know. He knows Justin is my brother. He'd know we were up to something if we asked him to lunch. Besides, we can't afford it with the, ha! Once we have those arrow lessons we can shoot an arrow and kill Ray. But I don't think we have that kind of time before Justin comes back."

"Well, we could have Ray pay, and it's worth a try. What's the worst he could do if we ask him to lunch?"

"Guess you're right. Okay, we'd better get home before Ray leaves to load up on ammunition!"

"Okay, Mr. Laritate we're taking the rest of the day off." Said Mason as he handed him his mop.

"See ya!" Said Mr. Laritate as he began to mop and whistle.

At the house, Ray had just returned, with two shopping bags full of ammunition. "I hope Justin Russo isn't lactose intolerant, because he's gonna be cheese when I find him!" Yelled Ray.

Alex and Mason walked through the door. "Mr. Liotta, wow, that's a lot of bullets." Said Alex.

"Sure is, nothing but the best for Justin Russo."

"Um, Mr. Liotta, you look famished, why don't we take you to lunch?" Asked Mason.

"Well, I am pretty hungry from having to scan five credit cards, sure."

"Great, lunch is on you." Said Mason.

"It'd better be!" Yelled Ray in an angry voice.

"Okay." Said Alex. "When should we leave?"

"Just as soon as I put my ammo away."

"It's ten o'clock." Said Mason.

"Ha, Ray Liotta's lunch waits for no man!" Yelled Ray as he threw his ammunition in the garbage can. "Let's go!"

In the magical closet, Justin and Juliet had found Theresa's foot prints and were following them closely. "Wow, when we get back we have to tell your dad about this closet." Said Juliet.

"No! We can never tell anybody about this closet! The more people know about it, the more will want to destroy it. It has to be between the six of us." Said Justin.

"What, why would your dad want to destroy a closet with an entire forest in it that he could chop down and sell for lumber, oh my gosh, you're right! We have to keep this a secret."

"Duh, that's what I just said. Look, these prints are fresh, we must be getting closer to her. Come on!" Yelled Justin as he ran into a tree.

At the restaurant, Ray was eating three bread sticks at a time while Alex and Mason tried to penetrate the great noise of his chewing and communicate to him. "Uh, Mr. Liotta." Said Mason nervously. "Mr. Liotta, Mr. Liotta."

"Come in, Sergeant Liotta!" Yelled Alex.

"Go ahead, Colonel, oh, yes?" Said Ray who had finally stopped eating.

"Ray, tell us about yourself." Said Alex in a sickly sweet voice.

"Well, not much to tell. Love bread."

"Couldn't guess that." Said Alex sarcastically. Mason stepped on her foot. "Ow!"

"Sir, some people have things about them, habits, if you will."

"I won't." Said Ray, still eating.

"Okay, sir, is there something you do, all the time. You swear by it, and would never stop doing it?"

"Listen." Said Ray quietly. "You wanna talk, you meet me in the ally at Central and 3rd."

"No, I mean, is there something, that you would never stop trusting, that you always rely on?"

"Well, my father, he could get anything from anybody, and, I never look past an I.D. Whatever a person's I.D says, that's who they are, no exceptions!"

"That's very useful information." Said Mason.

"Ya, I'm a very useful kinda guy. I once snaked a head out of somebody's sink with only a plunger and my bear hands!" Yelled Ray as he grabbed another piece of bread from the basket.

"Would that've been this morning?" Asked Mason.

"Yep!"

"Uh!" Said Alex as she put a half-eaten piece of bread back into the basket.

In the closet, Theresa had long since left the forest and was now in the dingy city that Max had entered into six days ago. "Wow, this is a change on scenery. How can all this be in Jerry's closet? My closet can only hold four shirts and some shoes. Guess nobody's gotten this far into the closet to color this city. Unless, it's been here for thousands of years, the color's worn, and the people who specialize in coloring large cities within closets are all dead! Wait, maybe that's why I've been called here, to paint this dull city in the closet. It all makes sense now! Max may be gone, not my problem, Justin and Juliet will find him in a few days, while I rebuild this city, to its fullest majesty, of which nobody will ever see! Ha ha!" Yelled Theresa. "Oh, forgot my paints. Maybe Justin brought some."

That night at Kramer's apartment, the game was entering its most intense moment. Kramer and Jerry were eye to eye with their two other opponents, Newman and some other guy that Kramer had some way of knowing. The table was clothed by the lute anted up by the diligent players. Their minds on nothing but the game, it was sheer silence. "Mmm, these are some great sandwiches!" Said Newman with his mouth full.

"Thanks, I own a sandwich shop." Said Jerry.

"It's true. I've never been there but he told me." Said Kramer.

"I like him a lot better than that other Jerry." Said Newman.

"Everybody does." Said Kramer.

"We get back to the game please?" Asked the man with a very serious expression.

"Sure, I put in another thirty." Said Jerry.

"Forty my way." Said Kramer throwing in four chips.

"Oh man were broke." Said the man.

"Well, not yet." Said Newman as he pulled out the necklace.

"Hu! There it is." Said Jerry in an excited voice, not being able to take his eyes off the necklace.

"Newman, we cannot bet the necklace."

"It's all we have left." Said Newman as he threw the necklace atop the other items in the pot.

"Alright, winner take all!" Declared Kramer as twenty new cards were dealt out.

Cards were put in the discard pile, and drawn from the deck, and over and over until about four cards remained to the deck. "Alright Jerry, this is it. It's all up to you." Said Kramer nervously.

Jerry took his last turn in the game by picking up a card from the deck. He picked it up, turned it over, examined it, then with a solemn expression, he put one card from his hand back on the table. "Alright, show yer hands!" Yelled the man as he lay out his five cards. "Pair of two!"

"Ha! Pair of threes!" Yelled Kramer.

"Wow, that's a good hand." Said Newman. "Not as good as three Queens though!" He pridefully showed his hand.

"Hu!" Said Kramer and Jerry in unison. "Jerry, this is it. If you can't beat Newman that necklace will never be ours!"

"Alright fat boy, show those cards." Said Newman laughing.

"Alright, hu." Said Jerry as he put his cards on the table. "Four Aces, King high." Said Jerry in a casual voice.

"Hu!" Said Kramer smiling.

"No!" Yelled Newman as he collapsed on the table.

"Oh well." Said the man lighting a cigar.

"We did it!" Yelled Kramer.

"This is..." Started Jerry. A bullet went through the door. "What was that?"

A loud banging went on the door, then another, then the third brought the door down, revealing the two mobsters from before, and right behind them was their leader, Pauly. "Alright, nobody move, let's make this quick." Said Pauly as he pulled out his large gun.

"Ah!" Yelled Kramer as he ran and threw over the table. The mobsters began to shoot quickly. The table blocked the bullets. Newman began hyperventilating, and the man just went on smoking his cigar. "Jerry, we gotta get out of here." Said Kramer silently.

"Okay, follow my lead." Said Jerry as he picked up some change on the floor and threw it into the wall.

"Ha!" Yelled one of the mobsters as they turned and shot at the change over and over. While they did this Kramer and Jerry made their way out the door.

At the house, Justin and Juliet had just come back from the closet. "Come on!" Said Justin.

"Ha, my mom said never stay out too late in a closet, and I'm sure that goes double for this closet." Said Juliet.

"This is great, we can, ah!" Yelled Alex who had just walked in with Mason, both returning from their lunch. "What're you doing here, you're supposed to be in the closet."

"I know." Said Justin as he sat on the couch.

"Y, you can't be here!" Yelled Alex.

"Why?" Asked Juliet.

"Because Ray Liotta will be in any minute to kill you!" Yelled Mason.

"Ray's here? Oh I knew he's accept my mob request! Where is he?" Asked Justin as he jumped up and down.

"In the laundry room, cleaning his guns." Answered Alex.

"What?" Asked Justin.

"He was mad that you stood him up, now when he sees you he's going to kill you."

"Oh no, this is bad. So he doesn't want to be in the mob anymore?" Asked Justin.

"Forget the mob! When he comes, you'll be dead." Said Juliet.

"He'll probably kill you to." Said Mason as he and Alex watched T.V.

"Ah! Justin, what do we do?"

"Uh, hide in the broom closet!" Yelled Justin.

"Okay." Said Juliet as they ran into the closet and shut the door. "Ah, not magic."

"Shh."

Theresa then walked in. "Alex, you know where the paint is?"

"Third shelf."

"Thanks."

"Did you find Max Mrs. Russo?"

"Phh, Max. I'm painting a city." Said Theresa proudly.

"We're rootin' for ya, Mom." Said Alex not paying attention.

Kramer burst through the door. "Ah! You gotta hide us! The mob is on our tail!"

"Mob? What mob?" Asked Theresa.

"The mob wanted us to cancel our card game, we didn't and now they want to kill us!" Yelled Kramer.

"On the plus side, we got the necklace." Said Jerry holding the necklace.

"Go dad!" Yelled Alex.

"Jerry, you go out to play cards, and you come home with the mob?" Asked Theresa.

"Ya, I think we should let Kramer stay here 'till this all dies down." Said Jerry.

"Kay, he can take Max's room." Said Theresa.

"Where's Max?" Asked Jerry.

"Got any food?" Asked Kramer.

"Ya, hold on." Said Jerry as he opened the broom closet and threw his coat in.

"Ah!" Yelled Justin.

"Wha?" Said Jerry looking in.

"Shh." Said Justin.

"Hi Mr. Russo."

"Juliet." Said Jerry closing the closet.

"Who's that?" Asked Theresa.

"Justin, Juliet."

"Oh." Said Theresa slicing bread.

"Man, am I beat!" Yelled Ray who had just walked in.

"It's Ray Liotta." Said Theresa.

"You rock man!" Yelled Kramer.

"Thanks man. Uh, I'm so tired. Just take the broom closet tonight."

"No!" Yelled everybody.

"We, couldn't let our guest stay in the broom closet." Said Theresa.

"You can stay in the pantry." Said Jerry.

"Well thanks, but I can't possibly make it all the way there." Said Ray.

"I'll carry you." Said Theresa.

"Okay." Said Ray as he jumped into her arms.

"Uh!" Said Theresa.

"Night." Said Ray.

"Night." Said everybody.

Will Alex and Mason get Justin a fake I.D in time? Or will Ray make cheese out of them? How long will Justin and Juliet be able to stay in the broom closet? Will Jerry and Kramer be able to escape the mob, or will they be turned into cheese? Will Theresa paint the city, or will she be held up at the chiropractor? Will anybody ever find Max? Will anybody remember? You'll find out if you read the other 364 days, of the year in the life of the Russo's, in, "I've got a secret."