Tonight's is the night. Wayne was already long gone after he found out that he was next to be sold. He waited until Leemick left for the night as usual; afterwards, he made his move.
"First, I could go downstairs and look for some food to take with me. Then, I can head back to the house to get clothes, and supplies. Finally, I'll head down to the bus stop and ride the late bus," T.K. listed, putting everything, including the notebook inside his knapsack. He zipped it up and placed it on his back. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. "Alright, let's do this!" T.K. declared, jogging downstairs.
He searched all over the kitchen, but there was nothing to be found. T.K. was going to call it quits until he gazed upon a locked drawer. "Hmm, another locked drawer. Welp, bobby pin, time to do your stuff!" T.K. smugly thought, inserting the pin and began to work his magic.
CLICK!
If there was one word to explain this, it would be JACKPOT! Abandon Chips, Galaxy Bites, and Toritos as much as the eye can see. T.K. was starstruck at this, "Oh my stars and gutters, she been holding out on us, which explains the empty bags in her trash can."
He wasted no time in stealing most of everything in the drawer. When he was done, he pushed the drawer back and replaced the lock. "Now that little insurance's settled. Let's be out!" T.K. exclaimed, crawling out of the doggie door and disappearing into the night.
Getting home was the easy part, but getting inside was difficult. Police tape decorated the house, and it was deemed unhabitable by the city. T.K. tried the front and back door, but to no avail. "Wait, have they lock the windows?" T.K. thought curiously. All the locked windows answered his question.
T.K. became frustrated but he realized something, "Did they locked mine?" T.K. crept towards his bedroom window, avoiding to be mistaken as a robber. He grabbed the bottom as pushed up. The window slid up effortlessly and silently. "Ha, I knew that not listening to Pops would come in handy," T.K gloated, becoming sad at the mention of his father. "Hope...that I'm doin' the right thing, Daddy," T.K. prayed internally, as he climbed in to gather his stuff.
Six pairs of clothes, four pairs of shoes, one thousand dollars and along with the ten dollars he stole, and one toothbrush later, T.K. was impatiently waiting on the late bus. "Ugh, I hate waiting on this stupid bus. It takes forever!" T.K. complained, taking out his G.S. to entertain himself. He became bored with that after that, and he tried to practice his Capoeira. He stopped after he fell flat on his back after a failed spinning jump kick. Later, he hid from what thought was Leemick, it was just a middle aged woman having a midnight jog. The Sandman was taking it toll on T.K., as he struggled to stay awake. "Come on, wake up man! The quicker you sleep, the eas-"
HOOOOONNNNKKKK!
The sleep-induced T.K. jolted awake, taking out his nunchucks. "Who's there?! Tell me, or I'll beat the brakes off of ya!" T.K. threatened, tired out of his mind.
"No worries, I won't hurt you Bruce Lee Roy. Now, you need a ride to someplace?" The bus driver asked.
T.K. nodded his head, "Yes, please, and thank you."
"Say, it's a school night. Shouldn't you be at home asleep?" The bus driver questioned, looking at T.K. closely.
"Shouldn't you know that its bad to be involved in other people's business?" T.K. deadpanned.
The bus driver raised his hands in defeat, "Sheesh, I was just asking. Where to, kid?"
"Just get me out of this town, pronto," T.K. ordered, setting his stuff down and getting comfortable.
The bus driver nodded his head, "Deal."
At three o' clock in the morning, there was a knock at the Loud House. Mr. and Mrs. Loud answered tiredly, "Who could at the door at this hour?" They opened the door, and was Leemick with one police officer.
"Sorry to disturb you two? Have you seen T.K.? I came back home from caring for elderly, and found out that he was missing!" Leemick exclaimed, putting on fake air of sadness.
"Missing? Did he ran away, Ms. Leemick?" Mr. Loud asked, snapping out of his sleep trance.
Leemick nodded, "I suppose so. This tends to happen to those who are unable to cope without their parents."
Just as this was happening, Lincoln walked out of his room to get a glass of water. He looked downstairs and found his parents, an unknown person, and a cop.
"What's going on? Who's that with the cop?" Lincoln thought, stepping out of sight and listening in at the top.
"Whatever happens, I hope that you can find T.K., Ms. Leemick. He's a sweet boy, and he's really going to hurt himself out there," Lincoln overheard his mother say.
"He actually did it. T.K.'s gone! I need to tell someone. He could get hurt!" Lincoln thought fearfully, sneaking towards Lori's and Leni's room. He knocked on it and waited. Seconds later, Lori answered it with an extremely unhappy look.
"You'd better have an perfect explantion on why you're literally banging on our door like a psycho!" Lori warned, staring down Lincoln.
"Yes, I do. T.K. ran away, Lori!" Lincoln announced.
Her expression softened, "What? Ran away, what do you mean he ran away?"
Lincoln facepalmed, "Seriously?! Lori, the guy is on the run as we speak! M.I.A., missing in action!
Lori took a second to process all of this. "So if he did ran off, how'd did you know?" She pried.
"For crying out loud, Lori! Downstairs, Mom and Dad is speaking with Leemick and a cop. Go take look outside if you don't believe me," Lincoln ordered.
One look later, she realized that Linc was right. "Oh my god, he's actually gone?!" Lori inquired, becoming scared by the second.
"Yeah, I told you so!" Lincoln replied sarcastically.
"Well, what do we do, genius?" Lori asked.
"We'll waited until everyone else is awake. Then, we'll break the news," Lincoln proposed.
Lori nodded her head, "Alright!" She headed back inside her room.
Lincoln went back to his room and got under his comforter. "Please, T.K., please take care of yourself," He prayed, going back to sleep.
