To Catch A Thief

"Hello…Sparky."

"Hi Mr. Moseby…I, uh, didn't see you there. Well, I better go home. See you this evening, Mr. Moseby!"

"Hold it! You're not going anywhere. Has it ever occurred to you that being a night manager includes you MANAGING THE HOTEL AT NIGHT?!" bellowed Mr. Moseby.

"Well, okay, I wasn't asleep the whole night. I was awake until, let's say, 12:30 AM. Then I saw a tall guy with reddish hair walking through the door. He stared at me in panic, and then he smiled sneakily. He reached into his pocket and then BAM! I was asleep."

"Hmm…well that's odd. I think…wait…what's this?"

He picked up a small tube that had green gel inside of it. Maddie, London, and Cody came rushing over.

"What's that? Looks like nail polish," said London. "Ooh! I'll go get my manicure set!"

"LONDON!" Maddie, Cody, and Mr. Moseby yelled simultaneously.

"London, why are you worrying about your nails at a time like this?" Maddie yelled "That is not nail polish. It smells really good though! Maybe it's a perfume!"

Cody stared at Maddie and London as if there was no one in the world as moronic as them. "First of all, London, you need to worry about your hotel, NOT YOUR NAILS! And Maddie, I have never seen a bigger hypocrite in my life. You tell her not to worry about her nails and then you ramble on about perfume! You know what? I-"

"Dat dat dat will you please not get off topic?" Mr. Moseby interrupted. "Let's get back to what the tube really is."

"Um…Mr. Moseby? I read about a weird green substance that can only be found on the Bermuda Triangle. It is used there just like a sleeping pill, but it's illegal in the United States because it was proven to cause chapped lips and/or kidney failure.

"Cody you are a walking textbook," said Mr. Moseby in awe.

"HEY I'M SMART TOO!" yelled Maddie.

"NOT AS MUCH ME, I'M THE SMARTEREST!" yelled London.

All the commotion made everyone in the hotel turn towards them. "What? What's wrong?" people started asking.

"Oh pish posh people. There is nothing wrong," Mr. Moseby said.

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong. It's not like there is a murderer from the Bermuda Triangle on the loose who kidnapped my mom and brother and is planning to take over all the Tipton hotel chains! I mean, seriously, where would you get an idea like that?" asked Cody nervously.

"Apparently," Mr. Moseby said, "YOU GAVE IT TO THEM!"

Panic spread quickly throughout the hotel. Everyone was nervously evacuating the building and leaving. Maddie, London, and Mr. Moseby all turned to look at Cody.

"You had to say that, didn't you Cody?" asked Maddie.

"Well, it wasn't my fault, I was really nervous. I wanted to make them think that this scenario is the last thing that would happen. I-I'm sorry!" he sniffed. He curled up into a ball and sat in a corner.

"Aw Cody, it's okay. Don't worry; we're going to kick the guts out of the murderer's stomach and save Zack and Carey. Okay?" Maddie said soothingly.

"O-Okay. Thanks Maddie. Now I know why Zack likes you so much."

Maddie knocked Cody on his head. "Don't get any strange ideas okay? I just said that to make you stop crying. Grr…I already have one twin to worry about. Anyways, you get my point?"

"Yes, Maddie," Cody said as he rolled his eyes.

"All right guys, enough with the sensitive moments. Let's go kick some Bermuda Triangle butt!" said Maddie.

"ALL RIGHT!" everyone yelled.

Mr. Moseby's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe what happened to Carey and the little Martian. I didn't want to lose my employee. Mr. Tipton will have my head. But the only way to save them is to give the Tipton hotel chains to the kidnapper. And if I give that to him, again, Mr. Tipton will have my head. Hopefully, this all works out.

Normal P.O.V.

"Wait!" said London.

"What?" everyone yelled, "What happened?"

"I have a new text message. Hey! This is the same number as the kidnapper's phone number! How is that possible?"

"MAYBE IT IS THE KIDNAPPER, YOU IDIOT! You know? You're dumber than a roll of tape!" Maddie yelled.

"Okay, whatever. The message says 'You………………..are………………….allowed …………………..t-.' Whatever, the letters are way too big. Let me go connect this to my 8,000 dollar laptop. It let's you read text messages."

"Whatever London, just go connect it."

"Okay. Everyone, come with me to my Imperial Suite."

Everyone followed London to her room. She connected her cell phone to her laptop. Everyone gasped with excitement as they read it.

The message said:

You are allowed to talk with your family, Cody Martin. I'll give you five minutes to see what's up with them. After that, you may in NO way communicate with them again. Understand? Okay, here's the number in which you may call. As you noticed, it's different:

678-945-3948

"London! Give me your cell phone! I'm going to talk with Mom and Zack!" shouted Cody.

London unplugged her cell phone from the computer and gave it to Cody. Cody dialed as fast as he can.

"Hello?" said a voice.

"Hello?" asked Cody, "Is that you Mom?"

"Cody? Oh honey I'm so glad you're all right? Now, I'll give you the address at where we're at. Actually, the kidnapper said he would send it to you which is weird. He's kind of odd actually, his name is Ace. That's all he would tell us. Anyway, here, Zack wants to talk to you," said Carey.

"Hey Codester!" said Zack. "Yah, we want you to save us, yada yada yada, now give it to the Maddie 'sweet thang' okay?"

"Okay, Desperate Thang.I'll give it to Maddie," said Cody while rolling his eyes.

"Zack! Are you okay? We were so worried!" said Maddie.

"Hey, Sweet Thang! You were worried? About me? Maybe this kidnapping thing isn't so bad after all!"

"DON'T BE STUPID!" yelled Maddie, "WE'RE GONNA GET YOU OUT OF THERE NOW! Well, not really, seeing as though that's impossible, BUT STILL!"

"TIMES UP!" a new voice yelled. "YOUR FIVE MINUTES ARE UP! NOW WE WILL DISCONNECT THE PHONE AND THIS PHONE NUMBER WILL BE VOID! THANK YOU FOR CALLING KIDNAPPING SERVICES! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Click………………..Brrrrrrrrrrrr

The kidnapper hung up again and everyone was a bit relieved that Zack and Carey were okay.

"Hey! I have a new e-mail message!" yelled London.

"Who's it from?" asked Cody.

"I don't know, the email address says And the e-mail is signed 'Ace, the Kidnapper.' I wonder who it's from…"

"Maddie was right; you are dumber than a roll of tape. Sheesh. Anyways, let me read the e-mail. It probably is the address that Mom told us he would send."

Email:

Hello…..Cody

It's me again.