[AUTHORS NOTE: Caution, this fanfic is NOT serious...meaning some GOOFY themes and unrealistic/uncanon tropes.]
[AUTHOR AUTHORS NOTE: Let's just say that in this SPECIFIC goofy universe, Pete is NOT PJs father.. Alright? Alright.]
MAX
After the hour and a half of putting in my missing persons report, I sat in my car and cried. I was overwhelmed, and scared, and confused. Where was PJ?? And Brad was probably pissed to the high heavens at me. I decided to call Pierre Jenkins, to call out of work. I can't face his wrath today. The phone rang, and someone actually picked up this time. "Uhh, bonjour?" Pierre said through the phone, her thick French accent hurting my ears. "It's me, Max. I'm calling out of work today. There's a uh.. Family emergency." I hoped my lie would suffice. She agreed to let me off today, and I hung up. I decided to get nachos. Driving to the little bar I got a text on my phone. It was from an unknown number. The text was ominous, it read as follows: If you want him back, go to the office at 12 tonight. Alone. I was shocked. Flabbergasted if you will, why was this happening?! Was it Brad?!! If this was a prank... I don't know what I'd do. I called Brad, angry. Fuming. Of course it went straight to voicemail, the coward. I knew what I had to do. But I couldn't let rage fuel me. I'd wait until 12, then berate him for answers. I decided I wasn't hungry anymore.
At home, I sat on the couch. I sat on the couch for a long, long time, and finally I had an idea. For most of my thinking time, I had been racking my brain on where PJ could have been. I mostly came up with horrible, horrible ideas. I couldn't let myself go there. He was okay, I knew it. But my idea might just work. I decided to drive to one of PJ's... "Friends". PJ was a male stripper, he had to of have relations with a few of his customers. I was friends with one in particular, a gruff dog that went by the name Bad Pete. He was known for flipping burgers, and that's pretty much it actually. He sometimes gave advice to my father, Goofy. Especially when I was in college. I knew where Pete lived, and I knew that he was alone. I decided to make a plan. I would drive down to Pete's around 10, then I would go to the office at 12. Somebody has to have answers.
