Escape from Crazy Cape Island

ESCAPE FROM CRAZY CAPE ISLAND


A Short Story by Katelyn the Kreative

Chapter 1

One day, not too long ago, there were these three girls, Becki, Emily, and Katelyn. They were kidnapped
from their homes, sucked through the computer screen to a mental hospital on Crazy Cape Island. Try as they 
might, they couldn't break out. Every morning, the doctors would come into the room and drug them, to keep
them from trying to escape. However, today was different. The doctors were busy torturing the new patients,
 and Becki had found a phone.
“Hey, guys! I found a cell phone. Let’s try to call Lindsey!” Becki was nearly trembling with excitement.
Emily and Katelyn seconded the idea. “Yes!” They whispered in unison.
Becki’s trembling fingers punched in the numbers, and hit the send button. The three held their breath. “Hello?” Lindsey answered. Katelyn shrieked in joy, and Becki clamped her hand over Katelyn’s mouth.

“Lindsey? It’s Becki. I’m here with—”
Lindsey’s scream was so loud, Becki had to press the cell phone into a pillow. “Hey! How are you? You, Emily, and Katelyn haven’t been on Facebook in so long, I thought y’all had been kidnapped!” Lindsey laughed. “How crazy is that?”
Becki rolled her eyes. “Lindsey, listen. We have been kidnapped, but we don’t know why!”

“What? Wait, where are y’all?”
“If we knew we’d tell you!” Emily shouted in the phone.
“Shhhhh!” Becki said, glaring at Emily.
Lindsey didn’t say anything for a minute. “Well, how am I going to get y’all out?”
The pause seemed to last for hours. “Well, we’re by an ocean. We can hear the waves and seagulls.” Katelyn said.
“Well, that helps a lot!” Lindsey said sarcastically. “A lot of the world is covered by oceans. Like, over 70%”
“We know, we know, but we were zapped through our computer screens when we clicked on some link.” Becki seemed to grow more frustrated by the second.
“Wait! I know!” Lindsey screamed again. “I’ll get Peter to help me find y’all!”
The girls looked at each other. “Peter?” Becki asked skeptically. “Who’s Peter?”
“No time to chat, gals! I have to get Peter! Look, we’re going to need some stuff.”
Becki sighed. “What kind of stuff? We don’t have a lot of time. Like, the doctors could come back any minute and stick more needles in us.”
“Oh, nothing much. Just a blender, rubber bands, and a screwdriver. Be there in a sec!” The phone clicked off.
“Agh! What are we going to do? We’ll never get out of here!” Emily looked like she was about to cry.
“Uh-uh. We’ll get out of here. We have to!”
Just then, a doctor walked into the room, looking at a clipboard. Becki slid the phone under a pillow before the doctor looked up at them. “Well, well. The patients haven’t had their shots today. You,” He grabbed Emily’s arm. “Will come with me. We can’t have our patients planning their escapes. I’ll be back in 45 minutes.” He walked out dragging Emily with him.

“Wait! How are we going to get Emily back?” Becki cried.
“Leave it to me!” Lindsey waltzed into the room, carrying a big bag. “I have the perfect escape plan! I got the rubber bands, blender, and a screwdriver. I even have a croquet mallet.” Lindsey took the blender out of the bag and began hitting it with the screwdriver.
“How do you come up with these things?” Becki asked.
Lindsey held up her hand. “Shh, I need to concentrate on this blender!”
“Then stop yelling!” Becki shouted.
Lindsey looked up and shouted, “Nurse! We need a sedative!”
“You can’t talk! You’re breaking us out of here. Besides, you’re not a doctor. They know that, and then you’d become a prisoner here.”
Lindsey laughed. “Notice the outfit? I stole it from a janitor. He is in a trunk and on his way to Canada. Not important. What’s important is that you stop yelling!” Lindsey hit the blender with the screwdriver again.
“What’s with the blender and the mallet?” Becki seemed very confused.
Lindsey smiled. “Why, it’s a part of my wonderful escape plan. By the way, we need a crossbow, an hourglass, three goats, one of us must learn how to play the trumpets, and another to do jazz hands.”
Becki shuddered. “I’m officially scared.”
“No time to be scared! We have to get this thing done!” Lindsey clapped her hands.
Becki shook her head. “I’m confused.”
Katelyn, who had been listening to them argue, spoke up. “I’m doubly confused. Good to know that I’m not really crazy!”
“And yet, you are the ones stuck in an insane asylum, and I’m the one breaking y’all out.” Lindsey said, laughing.
“That’s because you’re smart enough to not get caught.” Becki sneered.
Katelyn laughed. “I was set up! I was talking to myself, trying to think like the main character of my book would think. Someone must have overheard me and told this mental hospital!”
“Yeah,” Becki said. “Lindsey is too smart to talk to herself in public. That’s why she’s not in a crazy house yet.”
Just then, the door creaked open. Emily snuck in, and quickly shut the door. “I overheard the conversation. I volunteer to play the trumpet.”
“Okay, I’ll do jazz hands.” Becki stated.
Lindsey nodded her head in approval. “I know a guy with a few goats. Let’s do this thing!”
“Whoo-hoo!” Becki shouted.

Katelyn pulled out an hourglass. “I knew this would come in handy some day!”
“Great! I’ve got a crossbow!” Becki shouted.
Katelyn thought for a moment. “What is all of this for?”
Becki’s face fell. “I don’t know.” Her face suddenly lit up. “But we can ask Lindsey!”
“I have a feeling we don’t really want to know.” Katelyn said nervously.
Emily nodded. “I agree with Katelyn. Let’s just follow Lindsey’s instructions and pray she has a little more sanity than we do. At least, enough to get us out of here so we can go buy that bus! Which, by the way Becki, we never did agree on, did we?”
Katelyn looked confused. “What bus?”
“Oh, Lindsey, Becki, and I are going on some book-signing tour in a ridiculously large bus. Sometime in a year or two, I think.” Emily smiled.
“We’re not buying a Doctor Who bus.” Becki said firmly.
Emily nodded. “Agreed!”
Lindsey gave them a look. “Can we get back to the plan? We don’t have time for un-important chit-chat.”
“Wait, why don’t we just use a key to get out?” Emily asked.
Becki nodded her head. “Now there is a novel idea! Why don’t we just use a key, Lindsey?”
“Why didn’t I think of that?” Katelyn shook her head. “And to think we were doing all of this crazy stuff.”
Becki put her head in her hands. “Lindsey, oh, Lindsey. Why do you have to make everything harder?”
“Because it’s more fun with blenders, trumpets, and goats!” Lindsey said.
Becki shook her head. “You can play with blenders, trumpets, and goats while we are locked in a bouncy room in coats that make us hug ourselves. And the people in the white coats are driving me crazy!”
“It’s ‘cause you’re not doing jazz hands! We cannot proceed without jazz hands!” Lindsey said with her hands on her hips.
“My hands are wrapped around myself! Katelyn, you do jazz hands!”
Katelyn started clapping her hands together in the jazz hands rhythm. “Uh, the white coat people just said they are about to put me on more meds!”
Becki laughed. “That’s nothing. I'm already so drugged up I'm in a conscious coma!”
“Ha! I feel the same. I think they want to kill me!” Katelyn swayed, the medicine making her dizzy.
“I think they're trying to!” Becki said.
Katelyn stopped doing jazz hands and pointed to Emily. “Look, she’s so drugged up, she passed out an hour ago.”
Lindsey tied a few horses to the bar windows. “Guys, I’m not seeing any jazz hands here!”
Becki and Katelyn began doing jazz hands. “Wait. What’s with the jazz hands?” Becki asked, getting drowsy.
“These horses were part of a musical gig. They only respond to hand signals and jazz hands is the signal for go.” Lindsey explained, grabbing the hourglass from the table.
Becki started giggling. “Lindsey really did have a plan!”
“Oh, okay. Um, guys? The white coat people are coming!” Katelyn pointed to the door, and then started doing jazz hands as fast as she could.
“Quick, pretend to be hugging yourself!” Becki yelled. She wrapped her arms around her waist.
Lindsey just laughed. “Pshhhh, I always have a plan. Now take these blendered rubber bands and smush them in between the bars! Quick! I've jammed the croquet mallet in the doors so they can't get through! And someone play the trumpet.”
Katelyn hugged herself. “They have needles the size of Texas!” Katelyn then took out the trumpet Lindsey had, and began to play.
“I’ll do it Lindsey!” Becki said as she took the blendered rubber bands and smushed them into the window bars.
“Great! That summons Peter, my pet pterodactyl. He’s our getaway. Now, all together, do jazz hands!” Lindsey, Becki, and Katelyn began doing jazz hands as loud and fast as they could. The horses then ripped the bars off the windows, and galloped away.
“Yes! Now, everyone get on top of the pterodactyl! But don't go near his mouth, he's hungry and grumpy. That's what the goats are for.”
There were tears in Becki’s eyes. “You’re going to kill the goats? Couldn’t it have at least been a cow or sheep?”
“Um, the dinosaur just licked his lips and he’s looking at me!”
Lindsey rolled her eyes. “Just get in the saddle people.” She launched the hourglass from the crossbow, and then there was a terrible explosion from inside the building. “There, that should distract those doctors. Becki, get in the saddle and stop licking Peter!”
Becki’s mouth dropped wide open. “I am not licking Peter! I don’t like Peter! Peter scares me!”
Lindsey gave Becki a look. “I saw you licking him just now and don’t deny it! Now, does anyone have any chapstick?
“I was not licking Peter! But I have some chapstick! Bubblegum flavor!”
“I have Chapstick too!” Katelyn said.
“Perfect. Gimme.” Lindsey put the chapstick on her lips. “It’s always important to protect your lips while flying on a dinosaur.”
“Ooh, that’s real smart, Lindsey!” Becki said.
Lindsey raised her hand. “Miss Badger, stop yelling or I will turn this dinosaur around and drop you back off at the nuthouse!”
“Humph. Fine.” Becki crossed her arms and mumbled her plan of revenge against the stupid dinosaur.
“Well, we've escaped! Let's hope that's the end of our wacky misadventures! Oh, who am I kidding? We all know that's not true.” Lindsey said, laughing.
“Um, Becki? Peter is about to bite your leg.” Katelyn said, trying to keep all of her limbs away from Peter’s mouth.
“Eek! Get him away from me! Katelyn’s tastier, you stupid reptile!” Becki shrieked.
“I am not! Lindsey is!” Katelyn said, almost falling off Peter.
Becki pouted. “I hate you, Lindsey.”
“Becki, you hate everyone! Peter is about to bite you again.” Katelyn said, smiling.
Becki smiled. “Nope. I only hate the people who do nasty things to me. So there!”
Lindsey sighed. “Everyone, shush. Peter is happily munching on his remaining goats and has not eaten anyone.
“Yay! We’ve lived! But they drugged me up so much, now I’m exhausted.” Katelyn said, right before she fell asleep.
“Yeah, me too.” Becki yawned and fell asleep.
Just then, they heard a cry for help. It was Emily. “Wait! Y’all forgot me!”
Katelyn and Becki looked at each other. “Not again!” They cried together.
“At this rate, we’re going to need a name for our gang.” Becki said sadly.
And that is how the Fearsome Foursome became a group. Now they just have to rescue Emily…..



The End