The Adventures of Mickey and Jibby 2

Welcome back to another “episode” of the Adventures of Mickey and Jibby! It is Jibby, once again, and today, I will be telling you all the story of the time my little Mickey got kidnapped.

“Jibby! I’m going to the Evan Williams meet and greet now!” Mickey yelled from the front door of our home.

“Okay! Have fun! I’ll see you later,” I yelled after her. I continued to watch my favorite show on the tv.

“I’ll be back at around 5 pm!” she said before closing the door. I quickly looked at the time and saw that it was 2 pm.

“Good, three hours to binge my show without Mickey bothering me,” I thought in my head.

The next 3 hours were spent laying on the couch and getting up occasionally to grab a  quick snack.

“It’s already 5:15. Where’s Mickey?” I said out loud. I started to get worried because when Mickey said she would be back at a certain time, she would be back 10 minutes before that.

After another hour passed, I started to get really worried and that’s when I went out and looked for her myself.

“Excuse me. Is there where the Evan Williams meet and greet was?” I asked a bodyguard standing in front of the huge stadium Mickey mentioned to me a couple days ago.

“Yes, but that ended quite a while ago. Maybe an hour and a half ago,” he replied to me.

“Okay, thank you,” I said with a worried look on my face.

“Is everything okay, ma’am?” the bodyguard asked me.

“Um, I’m not sure. My best friend came here today and she hasn’t been back yet,” I said.

“Well, don’t jump to conclusions just yet. Maybe she stopped by somewhere else,” the bodyguard said.

“That’s true. I guess I’ll wait for her at home. Thank you!” And with that, I left to go back home. I waited for Mickey near the front door on the couch. I fell asleep for about an hour and suddenly got woken up by the ringing of my phone.

“Hello?” I answered, cautiously because I didn’t know the number.

“Is this Jibby?” the person asks. The person sounded like a guy because of his voice and soundly manly.

“Yes, who’s speaking?” I ask.

“That’s confidential information,” he replied. “Here’s what you need to know. Your best friend, Mickey is with me.”

“Oh, that’s great news,” I replied, relieved.

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused.

“Now I know where Mickey is. I’m glad she’s safe.”

“No, you misunderstood. I kidnapped Mickey,” he said.

“What?!” I yelled.

“Yes, I kidnapped Mickey and if you would like to see her again, go to the stadium where Evan Williams had his meet and greet tomorrow at 3 pm with $3,000. Don’t be late,” he said, ending the call.

I burst into tears. Mickey can’t be missing. What am I supposed to do? Then, I suddenly remembered the amount of money he wanted and ran straight to the bank.

“Hello?” I asked as I walked into the stadium. A cold breeze went by and shivers went down my spine.

“In the back,” I heard a voice say. “You better have the money.”

“I do,” I replied, walking to the back. And there was Mickey, tied up with a piece of blue tape covering her mouth. A guy in a black hoodie and black pants stood next to her. I threw him the bag of money and he opened it, counting each $100 bill.

“Good, now take her and don’t show your face to me again,” he says, pushing Mickey towards me and running away. I crouched down beside her and untied her, my tears making my eyes blurry. I ripped the duct tape off and Mickey immediately burst into tears.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, hugging her. “Who was that?”

“Evan Williams,” she replied.