After years of living in a museum, Stevie finally went on a real adventure, thanks to me. Stevie had me come sleep over. He kept calling me to make sure I was coming. I don't think he'd ever had someone stay over before. No wonder, because his parents had so many rules, we couldn't do any of the stuff I had planned. No playing games. No building models. His parents still haven't given me back the Exacto blade they confiscated. His parents don't even let him have real pizza.

We were in bed before the sun went down! Luckily, I talked him into sneaking out to go to the arcade. You'd be surprised how hard it is to get a wheelchair through a window. We were having a great time playing video games, until I noticed Stevie's wheelchair was missing. Who steals a wheelchair?

So, then we had to get home from the bad part of town. Believe me, Stevie's not as light as he looks. Just by chance, we ran into the wheelchair thieves and I managed to fight them off. (Okay, they just ran away. But if anyone asks, I kicked their asses.) I hope Stevie's parents weren't too rough on him when he got back. I made a hasty escape when I saw the police car in the driveway.