"Blam?" came a voice, "Blam, wake up. You're scaring everybody."
The boy slowly opened his eyes only to squint as he saw a bright light shining towards him. He rubbed his eyes only to see two eyes looking at him before a tall figure a glowing woman shone brightly and opened her, what looked to be, wings with her hands. And just as he was about to ask, he found the light dying and he was sat in the real world. Blam held his head only for a voice to speak.
"Cookies, young man?" the boy turned to find an old granny standing there.
"No thanks... Where am I?" he asked, not recognizing where he was.
"Oh, you were brought here to my house. You're so sweet asleep. Did you have sweet dreams?" she asked, walking over, "you remind me of my son, he always talked in his sleep like a little baby." she chuckled.
"How did I get here?" he asked.
"Oh, this man brought you here. I didn't know who it was but I managed to catch the glimpse of brown before he vanished out of sight," she explained.
"Can you please take me back to the theatre?" Blam asked.
"I'm sure whoever brought you here wanted you to stay here." the elderly woman said out loud.
"Actually, I think he's gotten me mixed up, there's another child who looks exactly like me and I was taken by mistake, you see me and the Professor..." but Blam was cut off by the elderly woman.
"Oh! You're Blam, aren't you? Professor Hattington's sweet little assistant! Why didn't you say so?" she smiled, "I just adore the little stories I hear about you two in the paper! If you needed to get back to the theatre you could just tell me that there was an investigation, Blam, rather than bend me around the truth."
"I thought you'd be..." Blam trailed off, ashamed to bring himself to say it out loud.
"That'd I just be like one of those old grannies who just baked goods and stuffed their children with them no matter how old? Used to be, yes, but not anymore!! Hop in!" she cheered, getting into an old looking car.
After a very long car ride, Blam was soon back at the theatre, he thanked the nice elderly lady and offered her to come and see the show but she had other plans and drove away. The boy entered only to find the Mayor pacing around. He only stopped to see the party hat wearing boy enter.
"There you are! Where were you?" he demanded, crouching down to match the boy's height.
"Taken to an elderly woman's house when I collapsed. Just got back... Is something wrong?" Blam asked.
"Wrong? It's worse than just wrong!! First, Stonarch is being more snarky than ever, claiming he is the true criminal buster mind. To be honest, he's starting to give me a headache." the male in jewels whispered.
"Well, he's giving everybody earaches. And that master crime buster title goes to the Professor! He's sure to have cracked the case by now and is chasing the criminal right now!!" Blam grinned.
"That's just it!" the Mayor exclaimed, "the second problem is the Professor!"
"What? What happened?" Blam demanded, his expression going from mildly worried to extreme panic!
"Mugman told me he saw your friend stumbling around like a drunken idiot in the hall of the dressing room, panting heavily like if he was fighting something. When he told me, we went to check if he was okay when he was gone! We looked everywhere, but all we found is a tiny trail of purple smoke left behind. Looks like you may be our only hope, Birthday Boy Blam." the Mayor said, putting both hands on the boy's shoulder.
"Well, in that case. May I borrow the keys. I need access to every room in this theatre, if we're going to solve this case and find Hatty, then we need all the evidence we need!" Blam said.
"No! I'm the awesome Stonarch, not that lousy Professor Hardy Happyton!" Stonarch yelled.
The man was currently trying to look good for the pictures, not even caring that Hatty Hattington had mysteriously gone missing. A small group of the press were there, obviously, Stonarch was trying to look good and make it look like he solved it!
Suddenly, the door opened and all cameras were turned to who had walked in. Stonarch, who had his eyes closed in frustration, opened his eyes to find the press were no longer interested, he turned to see Blam standing there with the press more interested with him.
"It's Blam! Maybe there's hope after all!" someone said out loud.
"Blam's back!" Mugman cheered, running over and enveloping the boy in a tight hug.
"If you want me to stay here, can I please breathe?" Blam asked.
Mugman let go and blushed a light blue.
"How're you going to solve this case, Blam?" a lady asked.
A laugh erupted from behind the press, they turned to find Stonarch laughing.
"You having a joke?" he cried, "he's a stupid kid!! How can he solve something like a case!"
"If you're so smart, then where's Hatty then?" Mugman asked.
"Like I've told you a million times, he left and now he's dumped this brat on us!!" the male crossed his arms.
"If Hatty did, we'd all know, but all we know is that he was stumbling in the dressing room hall and he then vanished in a matter of ten seconds from me finding him to then me bringing the Mayor to where he was!!" Mugman cried.
Suddenly, there a beep. Seemingly only Mugman heard it. The boy looked down and reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone to see it was glowing. He remembered he got this when Blam proved he was mature enough with a phone. He typed in the password and saw what looked to be the messages he and Hatty send each other. There he saw a new one. It wasn't like the usual texts he and Hatty send to each other, but seemed to be a spaced-out message;
"Look at security footage"
Blam stared at the message, it gave him a shiver down his spine. Was he going to check the security cameras? Better check and see what was going on. He looked around before stopping at Stonarch.
"If you're so big and smart, why don't you check the security footage for clues?" Blam pointed towards the man.
"Nah, Happy already did that, and look what happened to him." Stonarch glowered.
"And you know because?" Blam asked.
"Because everybody knows he was in there for the remainder of his time here before his disappearance!" Stonarch said, pointing up to the sky.
"Kind of true, he was in there ever since you two arrived..." Mugman said.
After answering many eager press questions, they were shooed out by an annoyed Mayor.
"This is going to take forever!!" he groaned, "I can't wait any longer."
"But we have to, we need to find out what is happening and secondly find where Hatty is!! I think he's underground since I found..." but he was cut off by the Mayor.
"I'm sorry, boy, but the play must go on." the Mayor walked around before standing tall on stage, actors pouring in, "ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow night is showtime, you have today to rehearse and we're putting it on; curse or no curse."
"So much for the investigation, due to how crowded the place will get." Blam sighed under his breath.
"Stonarch, I want you to investigate this further, Blam I want you to keep an eye out in case the Professor still is missing by tomorrow night. I'm sorry, I know how much you care for him." the Mayor frowned.
Tomorrow night was doom night.