Mary's chickens crowed, and the sun was rising up in Aberdale. The town was in shock at the events that took place within the last month. First 4 kids go missing, then it has been revealed they have been revealed that they had been "Kidnapped" and the police let them get away, to top it all off 2 "dangerous criminals" have busted out of jail and been on the run. Street lamps and shops couldn't decide to put up the faces of the missing kids or the faces of the prisoners.

As the sun continued to rise over Aberdale, the townspeople couldn't help but feel more and more concerned. The recent events had left them shaken and on edge. Many parents were afraid to let their children out of their sight, and the once bustling town now felt deserted.

The disappearance of the four children had been a mystery for weeks, and the town had rallied together to try and find them. When it was revealed that they had been kidnapped, the shock and horror was palpable. The fact that the police had let the kidnappers escape only added to the confusion and anger felt by the community.

And then, just when things couldn't seem to get any worse, the news of the jailbreak spread like wildfire. The two dangerous criminals were on the loose, and no one knew where they might be. The fear and uncertainty were almost too much to bear.

As Mary tended to her chickens, she couldn't help but to think about how with all these terrible events, she was at the center of it, she nor nobody else could even begin to imagine what could happen next.

The next morning, Buckey woke up early and decided to take a walk around the town. He needed to clear his head and come up with a plan for what they should do next. As he walked, he saw the missing posters for the kids as well as the wanted posters for the escaped criminals plastered on every surface.

Buckey knew they couldn't stay in the motel room forever, but he also knew they couldn't just walk around town without attracting attention. He needed to come up with a plan.

He walked back to the motel and knocked on the kids' door. "Hey guys, wake up. We need to talk about what we're going to do next."

The kids groggily got up and sat down at the small table in the corner of the room.

"Okay, so here's the deal," Buckey started. "We can't stay here forever, but we also can't just walk around town without being recognized. So, we need to come up with a plan to get out of town and lay low for a while."

"Wait, wasn't the whole point of stealing the jeep, going through the wilderness, was to be back in Aberdale?" Sumo began to ask

"I know sumo, but now we have bigger problems at hand, the whole town is on a search for you, and me, I wish I could just return you to your parents, although now we have a big target on our back." Buckey said

"And whose fault is that?" Replied Sumo, with a disappointed tone.

"Ugh…" Sighed Buckey as he put his hand on his head, he knew it was his.

Chelsea stood up, "It doesn't matter anymore Sumo, we gotta focus on what we're gonna do next, what happened; happened, and we can't change that."

Chelsea was right, they couldn't get anywhere if they just stood around arguing and blaming each other. But what can they do? The whole town knew their faces by now. The group stood for a while, in silence until Buckey finally spoke up.

"You know, they still don't know what I look like." Said Buckey while twisting his mustache

"What do you mean? They described you on the news channel" Jeff said while raising his eyebrow

Bucky walked over to Jeff "Yes yes, and what did they say exactly?" asked Buckey

"They said you where old man" Chelsea chimed in

"I thought so. Let me ask you this" Buckey said while pacing "How many "Old Men" are in Aberdale?"

"Your nuts Buckey! There could be-" Clarence thought for a second "OHHHH. I see what you mean" Clarence said while smirking

"What could he mean" Jeff asked Clarence

Buckey interjected before clarence could answer "I mean there's a lot of old men in a Aberdale, who's to say I'm the kidnapper"

Bucky had a good point; If he where to waltz out onto the streets of Aberdale, he would be indistinguishable from any other old man.

"So what is exactly your point, Buckey?" Asked jeff

"If I'm able to Obtain enough money for some bus tickets, I could say, skip town. And all you guys would need to do is go home, of course you'd be questioned, but you can say the cop just lied or something of that matter, It's not like they could prove otherwise."

"Ok so we'd need 5 bus tickets, 4 for us, and one for you, how'd we get the money?" Asks Chelsea

"Well, I don't know," Buckey says as he sits down "I spent the last of my money on the motel"

"How about you sell your rifle?" Clarence says optimistically

"MY RIFLE?" Bucky asked in disgust "How dare you suggest such a thing?

"Im sorry Buckey" Sadly said Clarence

"Hey, How important is that stupid rifle anyways?" Chelsea asked, angry because of Clarence's sadness "It's not like you selling your soul!?"

"First of all, this "Stupid rifle "isn't" stupid!" Bucky said matter-of-factly "Second of all I used this rifle when I was in the civil war! Without this rifle this town probably wouldn't even be here!"

"Give me a break, The civil war was nearly 200 Years Ago! I know you're old but you're not that old!" Jeff yelled

"You know what! If you're so confident, you can get those bus tickets yourself! I'm out of here!" Buckey said as he stormed out of the motel, furious.

The room was silent. And the atmosphere was thick, like a clogged artery due to high cholesterol from rough riders' food. Buckey had stormed out leaving Clarence, Jeff, Chelsea, and Sumo to fend for themselves.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Chelsea spoke up. "Ugh! We can't just let him leave like that. He's our only chance of getting across Aberdale back home."

"I know, but he's so stubborn," Jeff sighed.

Clarence leaned forward, "Maybe we should try to reason with him. We need to convince him to sell his rifle or come up with another way to get the money for the bus tickets."

Sumo nodded, "Yeah, let's go find him and talk to him."

The group quickly gathered their things and left the motel in search of Buckey. They searched the streets and alleys of Aberdale. After an hour of searching, they finally spotted him sitting on a bench in the park, staring off into the distance.

"Buckey, we need to talk," Chelsea said as they approached him.

Buckey didn't respond, but they could tell he was listening.

"We understand how much that rifle means to you, but we're in a tight spot right now," Jeff explained. "You need to find a way to get out of town without getting caught, and we need to get home safely."

"We can't just give up now," Clarence added. "We've come too far to let the police catch you now."

Buckey sighed deeply and looked down at the ground. "I know, I know. It's just...that rifle has been with me through thick and thin. It's a part of me."

"We understand that, Buckey," Chelsea said softly. "But sometimes, we have to make sacrifices for the greater good, we really miss our families, please help us."

Buckey looked up at them, his eyes filled with tears. "You're right. I'll sell the rifle."