you There are kids in this world who are different. Special. They look like us and they act like us. Good thing I'm here looking out, since there's nothing to look out at. I never get to do anything important. That's not fair. I miss out on everything. And I'm so much better at finding Badger than they are. He's probably in there, and they'll miss him. Because they won't see the right clues. Hey. Wait a minute, is that... Badger? It's me, Birdie! Wait up! Unlock.
It was much safer staying in a truck alone in the middle of a wooded area where child catchers were last seen. Let's make this quick, guys. Anyway, this place would give her nightmares for days. She can't even handle going through an inflatable haunted houses at Halloween. Yeah, I guess this place would be a bit much for a little kid.
This place is a little bit much for big kids too, huh, sis? You're a loser. Would you two keep it down? If anyone is here, you'll scare them off with all your jabbering. I'm sorry, Dad. Do you hear that? The sound of your heart pounding like crazy? Yup. I'm serious. What was it, Holiday? Sounded like footsteps. Hey. Yeah, I do hear them. Our feet! Not us, funny guy. Someone else. Then no. Hold on. She might be right, Cy. Listen. Wow, I really do hear something. Told you. Shh.
Follow me. I'm not sure it's footsteps though. Yeah, it sounds different now. Hey, look in there. There's a little room. With a chair and a desk. Okay, that's weird. Let me see the handcuffs. They're small. Made for kid-sized wrists. This place looks like an interrogation room. Speaker on the wall and a mirror. I bet it's a two-way mirror and people can watch from the other side. His handcuffs have been picked open. Badger. Maybe he escaped.
Is that you up there? Hey, come down from that radio tower. It's me, Birdie. Okay, you won't come down. I guess I'll just have to climb up to get you. Not really into heights, but... Still climbing. We can bring these handcuffs in and have them dust. What's that sound about? It's the hoverboard, Dad! Let me get it out of my backpack. Shh. It's starting.