CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE – THE MOST BIZARRE ATTEMPT YET

Three nights after the Great Toothbrushing Rumor, Lance headed down to the parking garage adjacent to their building to run a late errand, only to find a highly flustered building security team waiting beside his car. "What's all this, then?" He began with a bemused frown. Rather than answer directly, one of the guards simply gestured to the sleek black Mercedes...and more specifically, the pair of familiar legs protruding from under the chassis at an odd angle. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Lance groaned as the guards exchanged looks laced with barely concealed amusement. Right on cue, a long drawn-out whimper became audible, followed by a plaintive: "Heeeeelp?" Popping the hood, Lance was met with the sight of Jessie's teary, dirt-streaked face poking out from the undercarriage, looking utterly pitiful. She had apparently gotten herself stuck in a wildly misguided attempt to...well, he could only assume plant some kind of love note or souvenir. With a weary sigh, Lance