“I don’t really want to risk having my last meal be
a disgusting one,” Dad said.
So Jeff and Dad requested entrees from all of Dad’s
favorite places: Texas Roadhouse. Applebee’s. Jim’s. Lambert’s. Other places
that end with apostrophe-s. Jeff’s fears that they had the actual palates of
North Pole residents, and that only cookies would taste good to them, proved
unfounded. Their meal was delicious.
But then the guard reappeared. “Wrap it up,” he
barked. “We’re taking you to the chair in five minutes.”
“Crap,” said Dad. “I didn’t realize the execution
happened so soon after the last meal. We haven’t made a plan!”
“Well,” Jeff said, “we don’t really know how to get
out of here. When they open the cell, should we try to run off in separate
directions? Make it harder for them to catch both of us? Or should we follow
their orders, and hope a better escape plan will become clear as we see more of
the prison?”
IF YOU WANT TO SPLIT UP TO INCREASE YOUR CHANCES OF
GETTING AWAY, GO TO PAGE 7
IF YOU WANT TO STICK TOGETHER AND FOLLOW THE GUARD’S
ORDERS FOR NOW, GO TO PAGE 8
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