THE ZILLIONAIRES XII

Keith came into the room.

"Ryan," he said, "I need to talk to you."

"Don’t you ever knock? Can’t you see that I’m on the last level playing with my son?"

" Ryan, Please?"

"Fine, Keith, what about?"

"We have to be alone."

"Oh great." Ryan mumbled. Then he said "Sure. When?" Then he went back to playing R.S.C..

"Now."

Ryan paused the game, turned to Keith, then to his son and said, "Sorry Ryan, I’ll be right back. Don’t un-pause it."

Then Ryan went with Keith.

It was February 5^th, 2008.

Ryan and Keith went to the kitchen. The maid fixed them each a glass of soda.

"What?" Ryan asked.

"Are you going on a vacation soon?" Keith replied.

"Maybe, why?" Ryan replied, getting annoyed.

"Just wanted to know."

"No Keith."

"No what?"

"Your not coming with us!"

"Read my lips. I DON’T WANT TO GO ON YOUR VACATION!"

"Then what did you want to talk about then? And hurry up. I need to finish the game with my son."

"I want you to go on the vacation so I can have some time with my family."

"Well you are not going. AND THAT’S FINAL!!!" Ryan stormed out of the room.

Then Ryan went back to playing R.S.C. with his son.

"Andrea," Ryan said at the dinner table, "I’ve got great news! You, me, Andrea Jr., and Ryan Jr. are going on vacation."

"Oh Ryan!" Andrea said excitedly, "We really are going on vacation now?"

Then simultaneously, Ryan Jr. and Andrea Jr. said, "Really dad?"

"Yes, we are."

After that no one had peace at the dinner table. Someone was always talking!

When dinner was over Ryan and Andrea went to their room, and Ryan said, "Whew. I was beginning to think dinner would never end!"

"Me too." Andrea said, exhausted from talking so much.

"Well, at least the night’s almost over."

Then they got ready for bed, then went to bed, and went to sleep.

The next day Ryan, Andrea, and the rest of their family loaded up the 20-foot limo and went to the Island Resort Hotel^® in the Florida keys. It took them two days.

It was about 9:30 p.m. when they got there on the next day.

"Well," Andrea said when they got there, "looks like we’re going on a vacation at last!"

"Don’t get too excited Andrea," Ryan warned, "We might not be able to get the best rooms, and for that matter, we might not be able to get any rooms."

"I wish you hadn’t said that. Now I feel bad."

"Sorry Andrea." Ryan said, then he turned to his kids, and said, "All right you two, stay here while your mother and I go check into the hotel."

"Dad! Wait!" Ryan Jr. said

"What?" Ryan said.

"Can we have our allowance and go to the arcade?"

"I don’t know." Ryan said, rubbing his chin.

"Please!" Andrea Jrette. and Ryan Jr. said simultaneously.

"Oh, all right, but you have to be at the front desk by lunch time, and if sooner ask the clerk to give you the number of our hotel room if we get a hotel room for that matter."

"Okay."

Ryan handed them each fifty one-hundred dollar bills.

Then Ryan and Andrea went to check into the hotel, while Andrea Jrette. And Ryan Jr. went to the arcade.

When they got to the front desk, Ryan rang the bell because there was no one there.

"Yes?" a lady said, walking out to the front desk. She had on a navy blue dress, and some nice shoes.

"I would like to get your two best rooms please." Ryan replied.

"Just a minute sir, I need to check the computer. I’ll be back as soon as possible. If you’d like, you may sit over there and wait."

"Thanks."

Then the lady went back through the door she came out of, and then Ryan and Andrea sat down in some chairs that were near the front desk.

"Ryan," Andrea said, "Do you think it was wise to let our children go to the arcade by themselves?"

"Sure," Ryan said, "What’s the worst thing that could happen to them?"

"They might get kidnaped."

"Andrea, our son is an expert at every type of martial arts known to man. I mean that I trained him myself."

"You’re right. I shouldn’t worry."

"Yeah, they’re fine. I hope."

Back at the arcade Ryan was playing Mortal Kombat V, and Andrea was playing her favorite game, Crusin’ USA III^®.

Ryan was at the second to the last character when he heard a scream. . .

It was Andrea!

He whipped around and saw his one and only sister being dragged away by some teenagers.

There were probably fifteen teenagers there!

"Good thing I know every type of martial arts in the world!" Ryan thought.

"HEY UGLY!" Ryan screamed, "LET GO OF MY SISTER, OR FACE THE WRATH OF THE SECOND BEST MARTIAL ARTS EXPERT!"

"Get im’ guys!" Shouted the leader.

"Yeah? Come and get me!"

The other guys had him surrounded by now.

"Get him!" one of them said.

Then they jumped at Ryan. He dodged the first two punches, then got socked in the side of the head.

"That’s gonna leave a mark." He said.

One the guys made a solid connection with Ryan’s nose.

Someone else stabbed him in the leg with a small, but sharp knife.

In the end, Ryan was unconscious, and six of the other guys had been hospitalized.

Then they took Ryan to their leader and dragged both Andrea and Ryan to their secret fort.

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, the lady finally came back.

"I’m sorry sir, but our two best rooms will be occupied until this afternoon at three o’clock." The lady said.

"Oh. Sorry to disturb you."

Andrea elbowed Ryan in the ribs.

Then they walked away.

They went into the lobby and sat down in some nice, comfortable chairs.

"Now what?" Andrea asked.

"I don’t know." Ryan replied. "It’s only 10:32 right now. We can’t expect the kids to be here soon. Can we?"

Just then they heard two screams.

"What was that?" Andrea asked.

"A scream!" Ryan replied.

Then they got up and ran outside to see what had happened.

When Ryan got up, his chair tipped over onto the end table behind him and knocked it over. There was a glass lamp on it, and it smashed into a million pieces on the pink, carpeted, floor.

When they got to the door, they saw their children being shoved into the back of a truck by a bunch of teenagers.

"Come on Andrea!" Ryan said, "They’re not going to get away with this."

By the time they got to the limo, the truck was long gone.

"Don’t worry honey, we’re going to get our kids back." Ryan assured her.

"You said they’d be fine!" Andrea replied, now sniffling.

"I’ll bet they did everything they could to prevent it. Now, just calm down. Maybe what I’m going to say will make you feel better. When I find those teenagers, I’m going to hospitalize them!"

"Thanks, I feel a lot better now."

They got onto the limo and drove the same way the truck went.

"I don’t see it anywhere." Andrea said, worried.

"I’ll turn on the radar scope."

Then Ryan pushed a couple of buttons, and a keyboard came out of the back of the wall in front of him.

Then he typed in his user name and password. A blue radar screen came up.

"Negative Andrea, I can’t scope them on the radar."

"Then that means that their radar watches are either destroyed or the solar panels are out of the sun light."

"I’m sure they’re fine Andrea." Ryan reassured her.

"I sure hope you’re right."

"Do you trust me?"

"Sure I trust you, it’s just that, well, I’m scared that something will happen to our children."

"Look Andrea, it’s 2:50 now. Why don’t you go back to the hotel and get some rooms. I’ll call Keith, and we’ll go find, and hospitalize those teenagers."

"Fine, but Allison has to come with Keith, and stay at the hotel too. I mean, I do need someone to talk to."

"Fine, I’ll them right now."

Then he got out a cellular phone, and dialed Keith’s number.

"Hello, Carter residence, Keith speaking, how may I help you?"

"Keith, It’s me, Ryan, I need you to come to the hotel I’m going to be staying at right now."

"Why, what’s wrong?"

"Don’t ask questions now, just get your wife, and meet me in the lobby in the hotel."

"Okay, I’ll be there as soon as possible."

"Keith . . . Keith!"

"What?"

"Leave your kids there, don’t let them come."

"Fine, bye."

"Bye." Then he hung up. So did Keith.

Meanwhile, in a secret fort, the teenagers who kidnaped Ryan and Andrea Jr. were tying them each up to a chair. They had just gotten to the fort a few minutes ago.

"Let us go or my dad will kill you!" Andrea screamed.

"Oooooooh. I’m so scared. The little girl is making threats." One of the teenagers said.

"Don’t talk to my sister that way you fat baboon!" Ryan yelled.

"What’s your problem Mr. Fancy Pants?" another teenager said.

"Shut up!" Ryan screamed at him.

Then the teenager punch Ryan in the stomach.

"You moron!" Ryan screamed.

One of the teenagers grunted, smiling.

"What are you laughing at, you creep?" Andrea asked.

"You, you no good rotten babies. You’re our hos-"

"Your the baby!" Ryan shot back.

"Look, kid, if you want me to kill you the keep talkin’, if you want to live, the shut-up! Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, You two are now our hostages."

"What!?" Ryan and Andrea yelled simultaneously.

"You’re our hostages, and your parents are going to have to pay ten billion dollars to get you back."

"Is that ten billion each, or together?" Andrea asked.

"Each."

"That’s okay Andrea," Ryan reassured her, "Mom and dad would pay any price to get us back."

Then the teenagers put them in a dark room and locked the door.

Ryan took out his pocket knife, (one that his dad had invented for him,) and cut his ropes. Then he cut Andrea’s ropes.

"Let’s kick some teenaged butt." Ryan suggested.

"Sure, let’s go." Andrea agreed.

Then Ryan kicked the door down in one kick.

"Well, we thought you’d get out, so we got out these." One of the nine teenagers said.

The each held up an AK-96, the newest in machine guns.

Ryan gulped.

"Got any last words?"one teenager said.

"Uh yeah," Ryan answered, "See ya’ll ‘round."

Then he punched one of them in the nose, and kicked the rest in the stomach.

He did it so quickly, they didn’t even have time to shoot.

"Come on Andrea let’s get outta here." Ryan said, making his way to the door.

"I’m with you." Andrea answered.

"The let’s go."

By the time they were out of the building, Ryan remembered something.

"Andrea, stop," he said to his sister, "Weren’t there nine guys?"

Andrea gulped, "Yeah."

"I only knocked down seven."

Then the felt a piercing sting in their backs.

The next thing they knew was that they were back in the room, tied up again. This time with chains.

"Andrea, can you reach my watch and turn on the distress signal?" Ryan asked.

"I’ll try." Andrea responded.

Then she tried to get to his watch. After about a minute, she had the signal turned on.

Back in the limo, Ryan got the signal.

"Honey, I found them."

"Good, where are they?" Andrea asked.

"In the woods, somewhere."

"What are we waiting for, let’s go get them."

"My thoughts exactly."

Then they went into the woods to find where their kids were.

After searching or a couple of minutes, the saw a shack.

"The must be it." Ryan whispered, "Stay low. Better yet, stay here."

"Fine." Andrea whispered back.

Then Ryan went to the shack, and peered through a window.

He saw a bunch of teenagers drinking beer. Then he spotted the door. Unlike all the others, this one was closed.

That’s probably where they are. Ryan thought.

Then he stood up and walked to the front of the shack and kicked the door right off it’s hinges.

"Hey, wh-" one of the guys said.

Ryan cut him off by punching him in the nose.

He then knocked all the other guys unconsious and said to the guy he punched in the nose, "Where are my kids."

"Wh- Wh- Who are you?" he stammered.

"Ryan Hall Carter. Where are my kids?"

"In that room o- over there."

"Thanks." Then he slammed the guy into the wall, and he fell down unconsious.

Then Ryan went to the door and picked the lock with his pick lock set.

"Dad!" Ryan Jr. shouted when he saw his dad, "Where have you been?"

"Looking for you two." He said, hugging them.

"What are wen going to do now?"

"Follow me."

Then they went outside, to Andrea. She gave them each a big hug.

"Well, what do ya say we go back to the hotel." Ryan asked.

"Fine with me." Andrea replied

"Me too." Ryan Jr. said.

"Me three." Andrea Jrette. said.

Then they all started laughing.

On the way back, Ryan Jr. relayed the whole story of what happened to the to his parents.

When they got back to the hotel they were greeted with Keith, and Allison.

"What happened?" Keith asked while they were having dinner in the hotel’s large dining room.

"Well," Ryan began, "It all started when we let our kids go to the arcade. . ."

When he was done Keith said, "Well, have you had enough action for one day?"

Ryan looked at his wife and the they both said "Yes."

"Well," Ryan then said, "Tomorrow we’ll go home."

"What’s the rush? We could have more adventures here."

Then they all started laughing.

Then next day they all went home.