Once upon a time, in a small dark, damp closet......
“NICK! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU GOT US STUCK IN HERE!”
“How was I suppose to know the door locks when it closes?”
“Maybe because I was screaming my head off, 'don’t close the door?'” Brian recalled.
“Well.....um...oops?” Nick said sheepishly.
Brian groaned in frustration and sat down on a stool. “How the heck are we going to get out? It’s practically pitch black in here!”
“Maybe someone will find us?”
Brian immediately recovered from his depression. “Yeah! Maybe Kevin and AJ will find us, and Howie, too, and then-”
Nick slapped his hand on his head in realization. “Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you, the guys are all leaving to go to McDonald’s....”
“NICK! YOU ASS! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TOLD ME NOW!”
“Well, I just went in here to get my jacket, and to tell you, and.....”
“Ugh, Nick, you are such a dunce!”
“It wasn’t my fault! Why did they invent this crappy door anyways? Why can’t it lock from the inside?”
“BECAUSE IT’S A CLOSET NOT A ROOM!” Brian yelled out in rage.
“IT’S NOT MY-” squeak, squeak.
“What the hell is that?”
“I don’t know...”
Squeak, squeak.
“Um, Brian?” Nick called out timidly. “It’s not funny.”
“I’m not doing it!!”
“Um, you promise?”
“YES NICK! It sounds like a.....”
Both their eyes widen in terror.
“A RAT!!!”
The two guys jumped up in horror and began pounding forcefully on the door.
“HELP! HELP!!”
“HELP!”
Suddenly an idea sparked in Nick’s mind. He took a slow breath and pulled the door open.
It open.
“Oh, I guess you were suppose to pull, not push....”
“Ugh, Nick. How blond are you?”