Good morning, Minecraftia! And welcome back to chapter two of "TWP"! In the last chapter, our heroes were falling to their deaths. Cliffhanger much. And how do we fix a nasty ol' cliffhanger?

Crisper: (breathes)

GIVETHEMANOTHERONEIT'SGONNABELIT!

Crisper: 0o0

(stunned silence)

You know? You… you can go ahead and,

Crisper: Yeah, sure… (nervously hits it)

It was going to be just like any other day for Radar. He'd managed a few things around the city alongside Jesse and Petra wherever he could, and now it was time to pick up Jesse Jr. and Missy.

He walked to the front of the school, through the doors and outside to the schoolyard. Children bustled around, scattering wood chips around. He scanned their heads, but couldn't find Jesse or Missy anywhere.

"Jesse! Missy? It's time to, um, go home. Where are you?" He started to walk around, feeling awkward since he was the only adult in the playground at that time. A few children glanced at him, but most of them didn't acre to bother him. After searching for a few minutes, he started to get sweaty. Within five, he was frantic and ready to turn the heavy playground and all its woodchips upside down if he had to. When the schoolteacher came to ask him if everything was okay, he was almost at the breaking point.

"Is everything okay, sir?"

"No! Everything is most definitely not okay!" He gasped, dragging a sweaty hand through his slicked hair. "Have you seen Jesse and Missy? They're usually out here."

"Maybe they went to use the bathroom?"

"Maybe? You're supposed to know for sure about these kinds of things! There isn't a 'maybe'!" He fussed, rushing past her and into the hall. He rushed into the boys bathroom and a shrill scream went up. Apologizing profusely, he backed out of the girls' bathroom and went into the boys'. "Jesse! Jesse, are you in here?!" He shouted, but there was no response. When he backed out, he saw the teacher waiting anxiously on him. "Are there any other bathrooms?"

"Besides the staff room, no."

"Oh, my goodness!" He hissed under his breath, glancing around frantically like a deer ready to dart. "Are they in an extra class or something? Where were they last?"

"The playground. That's where all the kids wait for their parents."

"Well, where are Jesse and Missy? Did someone pick them up already?"

"Not that I know of."

"Again, with the 'maybe's!" He made a mental note to sue the entire city for this. "If anything happened to those kids, I'm not gonna forgive myself." He paced back to the playground to look for them one last time. But when he went outside, he saw the same kids playing the same games on those same old wood chips in the same playground. He didn't care to wipe away the sweat dripping gently down his forehead or staining the underarms of his green shirt. He didn't care that he was overanalyzing a playground full of kids. There were bigger problems on hand. It finally hit him that he wasn't going to find Jesse and Missy in the school. He held back one of his infamous shrieks and rushed past the same teacher standing there with that dumb, worried look. He'd have to deal with her later.

After long hours of revising and selling books in his shop, Lukas decided he'd take himself a powernap in the office while he waited for the door to open. He glanced at the unfinished draft on the table, scarred with red ink where he'd make corrections soon. He jotted down one last note before reclining in his wooden chair. It took months of mastering the skill of not falling backwards. His eyes began to shut, but he barely heard the doorbells jingle before someone shrieked his name in the longest and highest pitch known to his ears. He flinched and fell backwards, hitting his head on the floor. He scrambled to his feet while rubbing his head. Radar stood at the door, chest growing and shrinking almost completely. His whole head darted left and right. "Radar, what's wrong?"

"They're—they're not here with you?!"

"Who?"

"Oh my gosh." Radar grabbed a clump of his hair and nearly wrung it out.

"Radar, what happened?"

"Did they go home or something? M-maybe they went home! That's it. They—they went home."

"Who went home? The kids?"

"They weren't at the school, Lukas! I looked, and I couldn't find them, so I thought they were here with you, but they're not. I'm really hoping they just walked themselves out of the school or something like that, but, I've—I've gotta go!" He clambered out of the shop. Lukas gave the room a split-second check before rushing out with him. He could heard Radar rambling to himself about the kids' whereabouts. When they got to the house, Radar opened the door with the spare key he was given and they barged in.

"Jesse! Missy! Where are you two? Are you two here?!" Radar screeched, and Lukas didn't stop him. No answer. His stomach tightened.

"Maybe they went with Ivor?" Lukas suggested. Radar gave a tiny nod before rushing out the door. When they got to Ivor's lava house in the middle of the city, Lukas had to stop Radar banging hysterically on the door before he broke his hand. It swung open to reveal a grumpy Ivor, likely interrupted from an enchanting session. Or maybe just a nap.

"What are you trying to break my door down for?" He snarled.

"Ivor, have you seen Jesse and Missy?" Lukas asked before Radar could.

"Why, yes, I have!" Ivor said, visibly brightening up.

"Where? Are they here with you? Or did they go somewhere else? If they did, where—"

"One question at a time, Compass." Ivor said. Radar didn't care to correct Ivor like he'd done so many times before. "I saw them at the map shop about ten minutes ago."

"You saw them and you left them alone?!" Radar shrieked.

"They were being independent! I was sure they'd be fine!" When Lukas glanced back at Radar, he was panting like an angry wolf and shaking with a mixture of stress and rage.

"Radar, calm down."

"I can't."

"Ivor, are the kids here with you?" Lukas asked.

"No." Ivor answered casually, clearly unaware of the crisis at hand. His face paled some when he really noticed their faces. "Have you checked the house?"

"Yeah, we just did." Lukas answered.

"Maybe they're with their parents, then."

"No! Jesse and Petra just told me to pick them up, and—Oh my goodness!" His hand flew to his mouth and his eyes went wide. "What am I gonna tell Jesse and Petra?!"

"They're probably somewhere around the city." Lukas said, intentionally ignoring his question. "We all just need to calm down and keep looking. They could've just wandered off somewhere, or—"

"But they've never wandered off! I mean, sure they might've strayed a bit when they were babies or something, but not like this! What if they're lost? Or what if some crazy fan kidnapped them? Or what if they—"

"Enough with the 'what if's, Compass! We need to look for them!" Ivor shouted as he thrust his way through the two men. "They're probably wandering somewhere in the city. Let's go."

Two chapters in one night? God really IS real! Well, I've gotta go to college in the morning, so g'night! Close it, Crisper!

Crisper: (closes it)