Later that night at two in the morning, Kick finally woke up from an extremely deep sleep. He didn't wake up once in the middle of the day or night. Walking slowly to the fridge, Kick felt like he forgot something.
"What was I going to do....... Where's Gunther?......... Gunther!"
Kick poured himself a glass of milk, got dressed, grabbed Ol' Blue and actually dived out of the hotel window. Landing on Ol' Blue, he quickly bolted to the jail. When Gunther was arrested, Kick saw which way the car went. He remembered seeing a jail on the way to Florida. There wasn't a high wall or anything that had to do with security. But either way, he knew that they'd have all kinds of security stuff on the inside. Riding on his skate board to the entrance, Kick stopped, and looked around for any type of security systems. Suprisingly, there wasn't one, so Kick tried to open the door. Locked. Still, he knew exactly what to do. Above the door, there was a vent. It was wide enough for Kick and his skate board to fit through. He built a ramp using everything he could find around him. Backing up all the way to the other side of the road, he was confident that this would work. He bolted forward, onto the ramp, and into the vent. While riding on Ol' Blue, Kick was searching for a vent. Eventually, he found one and dove through it. There he was, in a huge hall, surrounded by stones, and cells!
Kick walked around, searching for Gunther. All of a sudden, he heard moaning and groaning, so he searched for where it was coming from. Inside the cell was................
Gunther!
"Gunther?"
"Kick?.................. KICK!"
"Shhhhh! I came to free you. You do know that you could probably fit through those bars, right?"
"Wow, I never thought of that!" Gunther said while sliding through the bars.
"Come on Gunther. Let's get out of here."
"How do we get out?"
"We walk through the door."
"Okay......... Can we get-"
"Yes, we can get doughnuts."