iSearch for Spencer
Chapter Two: iGet Kidnapped

Forty-five minutes later, Spencer finally made it to Maple Foods. He headed straight to the meat section, intending to get the bacon first and then a few other things. He found hamBacon, what he'd discovered was his favorite brand, and walked over to it. But just as he was reaching out to grab it, a guy came out of nowhere and tackled him.

It was a tall, muscular guy in a hockey uniform who was closely followed by the rest of his team, who Spencer noted were the Porkers. "Who are you?" Spencer choked out, as he was being pressed against the floor and could barely breathe.

"We've seen you American in here before, buying too much of our bacon. Well, this time you're gonna pay."

"I pay for it every time!" Spencer gasped, his neck having finally been released. "Two Canadian dollars! I keep Canadian money just for this! And I still don't know who you are!"

"We're the Porkers, a rogue hockey team, and I'm Victor," the guy said calmly and seriously, going completely off-track. Then he got mad again, shoving Spencer back down into the floor. "And that's not what I meant by paying!"

He let Spencer stand while still holding onto his arm with a firm grip. Now Spencer could see all of the team members; he locked eyes with one in particular. "You!" he gasped.

The guy's eyes narrowed. "Floor-soaker!" he spat. It figured that Earl would be one of his attackers—he was surprised Chuck or Nevel wasn't there, though. They certainly hated him enough. Then Earl and the rest of the team came forward and a few lifted him.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Spencer asked. "Put me down!"

"No way, floor-soaker," Earl retorted. "We said you'd pay. This is what we meant."

"So what, you're just gonna kidnap me, carry me out of the store and no one's gonna notice?" Spencer yelled.

They looked at each other, then another guy said, "If anyone does, we knock them out and take them too." Spencer shut up after that.

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The guys carried Spencer to what appeared to be an abandoned hockey rink with ice that looked surprisingly…frozen and usable. "This is where we practice," a fourth guy—Larry—told him. "We live here, and one of us'll be watching you at all times, so don't even think about trying to escape." Spencer's shoulders slumped. So much for the genius escape plan he was formulating in his head.

Fortunately, they had been able to get out of Maple Foods without having to take anyone else. Spencer silently thanked every god from every mythology or religion he could think of for that. The list mostly consisted of God, Jesus, a few Greek gods, Buddha, and Merlin. Who cared if Merlin wasn't a god? He was a wizard.

Spencer was thrown into a room above the bleachers, with a window so he could look out at the rink. A mean, tough-looking African-American team member was assigned to guard him. He gulped. "What's your name?" he asked the guy.

His current bodyguard turned his head. "Tough Dawg."

"Of course it is," Spencer said slowly.

"Shut up!" Tough Dawg snapped suddenly. Spencer did, retreating a few feet. Tough Dawg crossed his arms and stood, watching him.

Spencer didn't know if or how he was ever going to get out of this place.

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"Spencer's been gone a long time," Carly commented, pacing back and forth nervously in the studio.

"Relax! It's almost all day to Canada and back. He left this morning, so he's not gonna be back till tonight," Sam reassured her for the third time from her spot on the beanbag where she was playing with a purple rubber ball.

"Yeah, you're right," Carly agreed, plopping down on the beanbag next to Sam. Then she sat up straight. "But what if something's happened?"

"Spencer's been to Canada plenty of times," Freddie said from his laptop cart. "You need to chill out."

"But somebody's almost always been with him when he did that—he's been on the bus, or I went with him on his motorcycle a few times, he's taken Socko, but today he just went by himself!" she fretted. Sam and Freddie groaned simultaneously.

"Call him," said Sam dryly. Carly dug in her pocket for her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found Spencer. The phone rang and rang until it finally went to voicemail. "Hey, it's Spencer, so, uh, you know what to do—AHHH!" (Nobody could ever figure out why he'd screamed.)

"He didn't answer!"

"He probably didn't hear it over his motorcycle," Freddie said in a sudden burst of inspiration.

"Look, if he doesn't get back by tonight we'll go looking for him tomorrow morning," interjected an irritated Sam.

"How?"

"Freddie's car, what else?" she replied in a matter-of-fact tone. Freddie rolled his eyes at that but didn't say anything.

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Back in Canada, Spencer's phone went off, blaring Drake Bell's Makes Me Happy. Tough Dawg glared at him. "What is that?"

"That's my phone—" He was cut off when Tough Dawg grabbed the phone from his hand and raised his arm, bringing the cell down onto the floor with a smash.

"Not anymore," Tough Dawg told him.

This was a bit later than I'd hoped, but I WAS able to get it up this week, so I'm happy about that. Don't know when the next will be, though.

Oh! I started watching Zoey 101 recently (and by recently, I mean yesterday) just because it's one of Dan Schneider's shows, and Jennette was on the first episode I watched! Her character was almost exactly like Sam—maybe that's how she got the part of Sam later. But how weird is that?