Arnold crawled through the window into his darkened bedroom. He kicked off his shoes as he paused the mp3 recording of his snores, jumped into bed and pulled the covers over himself.
Just in time too, because a moment later his door opened, the light switched on and his parents entered the room.
“Mua?” Arnold feigned sleepiness.
“Hey, buddy,” his dad said. “Just making sure you were still here.”
“Randall and Sara are gone again,” his dad continued. “You wouldn’t happen to know where they might be?”
“Okay,” Arnold’s father patted a lump on the covers that was either Arnold’s belly or his butt. “Thanks for the chat.”
Arnold’s parents turned off the light and left the room. Arnold waited a few moments, then jumped out of bed and turned on his computer. His parents were on high alert now. There was no way he was leaving the house again this night.
But that didn’t mean that there was nothing he could do.