"That was a great show tonight," CeCe mentioned when she and Rocky got back to CeCe's place after the show.

"Yeah. Where's Flynn? And your mom?" Rocky asked.

"Flynn, hopefully in bed. Look, mom left a note on the fridge. How'd she know I'd get it if it was on the fridge?" she asked, pulling out butter pecan ice cream and put some a the bowl.

(By now, you've realized I'm sort of obsessed with butter pecan ice cream, it's because that's the first thing my bestfriend and I do when we hang out, and it's always what we end up doing no matter what our original plans are, and I sorta think my bestfriend and I are alot like CeCe and Rocky. Lol.).

"I wonder why," Rocky mocked sarcastically, stealing a bite of the ice cream.

"Ha ha, funny. It says, Dear Cecilia-"

Rocky snorted loudly, almost choking on the ice cream.

"Shut up, Raquel!" CeCe snapped.

Rocky's face hardened. "Not funny."

"Didn't think so," CeCe replied. "Okay, it says, Dear Cecelia, I was called out to work. I tucked Flynn into bed, so don't disturb him. Just try not to fill up on ice cream and get to bed at a decent time."

The two laughed loudly.

"Like that's going to happen," Rocky joked.

"Hey, let's go roll Flynn into the floor!" CeCe suggested.

"I like the way you think!" Rocky exclaimed, rushing into Flynn's room with CeCe.

"Hey, where's Flynn?" CeCe screamed.

"Calm down, he probably snuck out," Rocky suggested.

CeCe dug into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

"MOM! Flynn isn't in his bed!" CeCe yelled into the phone.

Less than twenty minutes later, the cops were investigating.

"There is no evidence that Flynn was taken against his will," one of the men said.

"Flynn is a heavy sleeper, he probably didn't know he was being taken," CeCe replied.

"There was no sign of forced entry," added another.

"He likes his window open when he sleeps!" CeCe persisted.

"CeCe, don't get so excited," Rocky calmed.

CeCe sighed and rubbed her temples.

Her phone went off.

"Gunther!" she exclaimed.

"Tis everyzing alright, bay-bee?" Gunther asked.

"No. Flynn is gone!" CeCe yelped into the phone.

"Oh no! Zis tis terrible," Gunther empathized.

"Hold on, Gunther, I have another call," CeCe told him. "Hello?"

"Hey, CeCe, what happened? The news put an Amber alert out on Flynn," Deuce quickly said.

"Already? That was fast," CeCe commented. "Anyway, I came home and he wasn't home." She stifled a sob.

"Don't worry, I'll be right over," he quickly assured her.

"Okay." She pressed a button. "Gunther, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay, bay-bee. 'Bye,"

Fifteen minutes later, after just seeing Rocky off, Mrs. Jones opened the door to Deuce. He zoomed to CeCe, rudely ignoring Mrs. Jones.

"I rented Love Has No Limits, your favorite movie, bought butter pecan ice cream, and let's see…" Deuce found a blanket in the corner. "Ah! Here. Your Kathryn Kazoom's Kritters blankey."

"You're the best, Deuce," CeCe said, hugging him.

In a little amount of time, CeCe was asleep on the couch, her head lying on Deuce's shoulder.

Deuce looked away from the movie and to CeCe. He smiled, then thought she might be cold and pulled the Kathryn Kazoom's Kritters blankey up over her shoulders.

Her hair was had been wallowed on, her make up looked clownish, her expression depressed, but Deuce still thought she was perfect. He just wished she was available.

Deuce, who wished he could stay, had to go. He gave his condolences to Mrs. Jones and promised her he'd be back the next day.

On his way home, Deuce wondered about Flynn. Had someone taken him? Or had he snuck out? It was hard to tell. If he just snuck out, he'd be back soon…but if they wait too long and he's been taken the results would not be nice.

Deuce shrugged and continued on his way home.