They went to Zoey's house. When they got there, Chase knocked on the door. No one answered.

He knocked on the door again. No one still answered.

"Why isn't she answering?" asked Chase.

"I don't know," said Michael.

"Where could she be?" asked Chase.

"Hey, what's this?" asked Michael as he saw a note on Zoey's mailbox.

Chase took the note and read:

Dear Chase,

I bbet you're wondering where Zoey is. Well, she's been kidnapped and taken to my secet hideout. I don't think you'll ever find it nd you'll never find Zoey.

You are o wating your tme f you think you'l find her.

Siigned, nonymous

"Wait a minute," said Michael, "some of the words are spelled wrong. I saw the same thing in Lemony Snicket's A Series Of Unfortunate Events when I was a kid. Give me that letter."

Chase gave Michael the letter. Michael took out a pen and continued, "see, 'bet' only has one b in it. And there's an r in 'secret'…"

When he was finished decoding the message, the message said 'BRASILIA.'

"Zoey's in Brasilia?" asked Chase, "that's, like, one continent away from here."

"So, what are you going to do?" asked Michael.

"Oh, I'm not going to do anything, Michael," said Chase, "it's we that's gonna do something about it."

"You don't mean…?" asked Michael.

"Oh, I mean, Michael," said Chase, "pack your bags. We're going to Brasilia."

"I think you're even more insane then you were twenty years ago," said Michael.

"We've got to save Zoey, Michael," said Chase.

"Lord, what did I do to deserve a best friend who would do anything for the woman he loves?" asked Michael, "what?"

They spent that night, packing. The next morning, they went to the airport.

"Hello, sirs," said a worker, "welcome to the airport. How can I help you?"

"We need two tickets for the next flight to Brasilia," said Chase.

"I'm sorry," said the worker, "we're sold out."

"Oh, well," said Michael, "let's go home."

He started to leave, but Chase held his sleeve.

"Michael, hold on," said Chase as he turned to the worker, "well, do you have any other transportations?"

"The only transportation I have left is a hot air balloon for two," said the worker.

"We'll take it," said Chase.

"Chase, are you insane?" asked Michael, "we don't know how to drive a hot air balloon."

"We'll learn later," said Chase, "now, come on."

"You are definitely more insane then you were twenty years ago," said Michael.