As the family finally settled down for the night, exhausted from the day's wild events, everyone drifted off to sleep—all except Allen. Determined to find Mia, he quietly slipped out of bed and grabbed Duke's car keys. Sneaking out of the house, he tiptoed to the driveway and started the car, setting off into the night.

Buster, who had a knack for noticing things, woke up just in time to see Allen leaving. He followed him out silently and waited for him to return. When Allen pulled back into the driveway an hour later, Buster was standing there, arms crossed, with a look that clearly said, "I can't believe the scaredy-cat would go out in the middle of the night with no help."

Allen, seeing Buster's disapproving expression, got out of the car and shrugged defensively. "Hey, I'm not that scared."

Just then, Clemmons emerged from the house, rubbing his eyes. "Yes, you are," he said, stifling a yawn. "What are you doing out here, Allen?"

Allen sighed. "I couldn't sleep. I thought maybe I could find Mia."

Buster raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by Allen's bravery despite his usual fears. He gave Allen a nod of acknowledgment, as if to say, "Fair enough."

Clemmons glanced back at the house, making sure their parents were still asleep. "Well, they're still asleep. We should head back inside before they wake up and find us all out here."

Allen nodded, feeling a mix of determination and frustration. "Yeah, you're right. But we need to keep looking first thing in the morning."

The three brothers quietly made their way back into the house, careful not to wake their parents. As they climbed back into their beds, Allen felt a little less scared, knowing his brothers had his back. The night had been long and exhausting, but he was more determined than ever to find Mia.

As they lay in their beds, Buster gave Allen a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and Clemmons whispered, "We'll find her, Allen. We'll find her."

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Allen was pacing around the living room, still unable to sleep, when he heard a knock at the door. He glanced at the clock—it was 3 AM. Reluctantly, he walked to the door and opened it, revealing Chief Wheeler standing there with a concerned look on his face. Allen, still in his rollers and pink robe, blinked in surprise. "Chief Wheeler? What are you doing here?"

The Chief looked Allen up and down, stifling a chuckle. "Nice outfit, Allen. Heard you had quite an adventure today. Mind if I come in?"

Allen nodded and stepped aside, letting the Chief into the house. The sound of loud snoring echoed through the hallway. They both turned their heads towards the source—Buster, Clemmons, Freya, and Duke were all sprawled out, snoring loudly in their respective beds.

Chief Wheeler couldn't resist taking out his phone and snapping a few pictures. "Gnarly!" he whispered, shaking his head in amusement. "I've never seen them all so knocked out."

Allen, slightly embarrassed, shrugged. "It's been a long day. So, what brings you here?"

Chief Wheeler put his phone away and turned serious. "I heard about Mia. Wanted to check in and see how you're holding up. Any leads?"

Allen sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Nothing concrete yet. We've been searching all day. I even took Dad's car out a while ago to look around some more, but... nothing."

The Chief nodded sympathetically. "I've got a few officers out patrolling the area. We're doing everything we can to find her. You should try to get some rest. You won't be any good to her if you're exhausted."

Allen shook his head stubbornly. "I can't sleep. Not while she's out there."

Chief Wheeler placed a reassuring hand on Allen's shoulder. "I understand. Just remember, you're not alone in this. We're all here to help."

Just then, a loud snore from upstairs made both men chuckle. The Chief glanced up the stairs. "Looks like your family is really out of it."

Allen managed a small smile. "Yeah, they are."

Chief Wheeler gave Allen a supportive pat on the back. "Keep your chin up, kid. We'll find her. In the meantime, maybe lose the rollers and robe if you're going to answer the door again."

Allen laughed, feeling a bit lighter. "Yeah, I guess I should."

The Chief turned to leave, giving Allen one last encouraging nod. "Get some rest if you can. We'll update you if we find anything."

Allen watched as Chief Wheeler walked back to his car and drove off into the night. Closing the door, he took a deep breath and headed back to his room. Despite his exhaustion, he felt a renewed sense of hope. They would find Mia, and they'd bring her back home.

As Allen tiptoed through the dimly lit hallway, his nerves still on edge from Chief Wheeler's visit, a sudden movement startled him. A figure emerged from the shadows, clad in nothing but an oversized pair of polka-dotted underwear and a faded, worn-out undershirt. The dim light made it difficult to discern details, but Allen squinted, trying to make sense of the unexpected sight.

"Grandma?" Allen blurted out, his voice wavering in confusion. "How did you get here?"

The figure straightened up, revealing Buster's unmistakable silhouette under the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. Buster looked up, his face a mix of annoyance and indignation. "Seriously, Allen? Grandma?"

Realization dawned on Allen's face, and he let out a nervous chuckle. "Oh! It's you, Buster! Sorry, you just... you look really old in that get-up. No offense."

Buster's expression hardened, clearly offended by Allen's comment. "None taken," he tried to say, but he  gritted his teeth and adjusted his underwear with a scowl to make his point.

Allen, realizing he'd put his foot in his mouth, backtracked hastily. "I mean... It's just the lighting! And the shirt... it's... uh..."

Buster shook his head, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth despite his annoyance.

  "Save it, Allen. I know I look ridiculous. Can't find my pajamas."

Allen stifled a laugh, trying to regain his composure. "Well, you do look like you're auditioning for the role of Granny in a school play."

Buster's eyebrows shot up, clearly unamused. "Thanks a lot, Allen. I'm going back to bed."

With that, Buster turned on his heel and headed back upstairs. Allen watched him go, still trying to suppress his laughter and regretting his poorly chosen words.

"Note to self," Allen murmured to himself as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Never mistake Buster for Grandma again, especially when he's wearing underwear."

Chuckling quietly, Allen headed back to his room, hoping the night would bring some peace and that tomorrow would bring good news about Mia.

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As Allen rubbed his eyes and slowly woke up, he found Buster standing by his bed, arms crossed and a glare that could melt steel beams. Allen squinted at the clock on his nightstand and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Oh my goodness!" Allen exclaimed, scrambling out of bed in a panic. "It's twelve already? I'm late!"

He hastily threw on some clothes, barely managing to get his shoes on the right feet, and dashed out of his room. In his frenzied state, he almost crashed into his helicopter and zoomed off towards work, leaving a confused Duke and a bemused Clemmons in his wake.

"Where's he going?" Duke asked, watching Allen's helicopter disappear into the distance. "It's Saturday."

Clemmons chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Let me guess. Buster pulled another prank on him. Bet Allen's gonna be furious when he figures it out."

Upstairs, Buster smirked to himself, satisfied with the success of his prank. He couldn't talk, but his mischievous expression spoke volumes. He nodded to Duke and Clemmons, silently confirming their suspicions, then went about his morning routine as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, Allen was flying towards his supposed workplace, frantically checking his watch and muttering curses under his breath. It didn't take long for him to realize the truth, and when he did, Buster knew he was in for a lecture like no other when Allen got back home.

Except it didn't come.

Buster and Clemmons exchanged bewildered looks as they watched Allen storm into his room and slam the door shut. The abruptness of his actions left them both scratching their heads in confusion.

"Uh, what's gotten into him?" Clemmons asked, furrowing his brow.

Buster shrugged, his mute expression conveying his uncertainty. He walked over to Allen's door and knocked gently. 

'Hey, Allen? Everything okay in there?"

There was no response except for muffled muttering from inside the room. Buster tried again. 

"Come on, buddy. What's going on?"

Still no answer. Allen seemed completely absorbed in whatever thoughts were racing through his mind.

Clemmons crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently. "This is weird. He's not usually like this. Should we go get Dad and Mom?"

Buster nodded in agreement, looking concerned. 

"Maybe something happened at work?"

" Or it could be the fact that you tricked him into going to work?"

Buster's eyes widened. Of course! 

Clemmons, seeing this, nodded.

" Yeah, now we have to wait for a while until you can go in there and explain to Allen you were just trying to lighten up the mood and not make it seem like he was crazy."

Buster sighed. This was why he never played pranks. Ever.

As the hours passed and Allen remained holed up in his room, not eating or coming out, Clemmons grew increasingly concerned. He paced back and forth in the living room, his worry evident in the way he furrowed his brow and bit his lip.

"Buster, this isn't good," Clemmons muttered, glancing up at Allen's closed door for what seemed like the hundredth time. "He's really upset. I mean, really upset."

Buster nodded solemnly, guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders. He had intended the prank to be harmless fun, just a way to lighten the mood. He never imagined Allen would take it this hard.

"I didn't think he'd react like this," Buster signed, frustration creeping into his expression. "I just wanted to play a joke, you know? Make him laugh. I didn't mean for him to get so angry."

Clemmons sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, well, Allen's not the type to take jokes lightly, especially when it comes to work. He's always been serious about his responsibilities."

Buster nodded again, feeling regret gnawing at him. "What should we do now?"

Clemmons hesitated, chewing on his lower lip as he considered their options. "I think we should give him some space for now. Let him cool down. But we need to talk to him eventually, explain that it was just a prank and apologize."

Buster nodded in agreement, but he couldn't shake the sinking feeling in his chest. He hated seeing Allen so upset, and knowing he was the cause made it worse. He resolved to wait patiently until Allen was ready to talk, hoping they could mend things between them.

Meanwhile, upstairs in his room, Allen sat on his bed, stewing in a mix of anger and hurt. His mind replayed the morning's events over and over, the embarrassment of falling for Buster's prank, the frustration of realizing he had been tricked. He felt foolish and betrayed, not just by Buster, but by Clemmons too for not stopping the prank.

"I can't believe them," Allen muttered to himself, clenching his fists. "How could they do this to me? It's like they think I'm some kind of joke."

The more he thought about it, the more his anger grew. He couldn't fathom why his brothers would pull such a stunt, especially knowing how seriously he took his job. It wasn't just about the prank—it was about respect and trust.

The he decided that it was a good thing Buster did that.

Because he was going to work.

And he was going to find out where Mia went.

He changed back into his uniform and grabbed his helmet. He pushed the door open and walked outside to his helicopter with no contact with anyone.

" Here I come, Mia." He muttered, turning the engine on and taking off.

As Allen stormed out to his helicopter, his resolve to find Mia burning stronger than ever, Clemmons and Buster exchanged worried glances. They knew Allen well enough to understand that when he was this focused and driven, there was no stopping him. But they also recognized the gravity of the situation.

"Yeah, this isn't good," Clemmons murmured, his brow furrowed with concern. "He's really upset. I hope he doesn't do something reckless."

Buster nodded solemnly, his eyes tracking Allen's helicopter as it ascended into the sky. "I know he's determined to find Mia, but flying off like this, without a plan... It's risky."

Clemmons ran a hand through his hair, feeling a pang of guilt. "We should have stopped the prank before it went too far. Allen's not in the right state of mind for this."

Buster sighed, his expression conflicted. "I just thought it would lighten the mood, you know? I never meant for him to take it this hard."

"We need to do something," Clemmons said firmly, his mind racing with possibilities. "We can't let him fly off like this alone. He might do something he'll regret."

Buster nodded in agreement, feeling a knot of worry tighten in his chest. "But how do we catch up to him? He's already in the air."

Clemmons sighed.

" I guess we call the police department and tell them to keep an eye out for Allen."

Buster shrugged.

" It's worth a try."