Without batting an eyelash, Con turned to the other half of the office. “What’d you do with him this time, Sweets?”
“Huh?” Sweets looked up.
“Where’s my candidate?” Con pressed, swallowing the end of his roll.
Sweets spread her hands. “I have no idea! Why are you asking me?”
“Because the last time he disappeared you had somehow got him onto a boat heading for Taiwan, with a one-way ticket.” Con gave her a half-lidded stare.
“Well, I don’t know this time.” Sweets protested. “Though Ash might.”
“Qui,” Con turned back to his assistant. “Let’s go find legosandmore. He always knows everything.”
“So does Waffles.” Qui pointed out.
“Waffles is on the opposition’s team, so even if he knows he’s going to have a battle of conscience before he either admits it or runs off down the street to find duct-tape.” Con headed out the door, only to almost get ran over by another triceratops.
“Hey Con!” LEGO came hopping across the backs of the dinosaurs, and took a flying leap off the last one and rolled up next to them. “Lowery’s missing.”
Con eyed the crowd of users that was hopping around on the dinos’ backs. “When I start something, I really start something, don’t I?”
“Yeah, ain’t it great! The Olympics have officially added this to their list of sports!” LEGO held up a newspaper that looked really fresh. “Grubbs just printed a special edition of the Jurassic Press.”
Con grabbed it and skimmed the front page. “Darn, he didn’t post my quote about being famous every third day.”
“I don’t think your figures are correct there.” Waffles popped up next to Con. “You get popular approximately every 3.5681733 days, which rounds up to four. Mostly because you don’t get out much on weekends.”
“Thanks Waffles. Do you know where Lowery is?” Con folded up the paper and fed it to a triceratops that was sniffing inquisitively at it.
“Nope.” Waffles shook his head, visibly relieved that he didn’t. He and Con were good friends, and having to hide campaign secrets from him was hard on his health.
Con tried again. “Know if legosandmore knows where Lowery is?”
“Yes. He doesn’t.” Waffles beamed.
Con groaned. “We’ve lost our candidate! We’ve got to find him, or Simon will win!”
Waffles shrugged. “Simon’s gonna win anyways.”
“Nonsense.” Con scoffed, but changed subjects before Waffles brought up the statistics, which were very soundly in Simon’s favor. “Well, we’ve got to find him.”
“CON! WHAT’D YOU DO WITH SIMON?” Sweets charged out of the building.
“We went out for dinner two weeks ago, on which I recommended that he change his shirt color, but other than that, nothing.” Con backed away from the agitated manager of Simon’s campaign.
“He’s gone! Brian just sent me a text!” She waved her phone in Con’s face. “This better not be some immature revenge for Lowery’s disappearance! Cause we had nothing to do with it! I asked Ash for the details and he responded saying he’s been at Cap. Rex’s pen all day!”
“I had nothing to do with it.” Con crossed his heart. “Promise. And what’s Ash planning with Cap. Rex now?”
Sweets ignored the question, and switched her glare to LEGO. “LEGO…?”
LEGO shrugged. “Wish I had, but no.”
“Augh! We’ve lost our candidate!” Sweets ran a hand through her hair, and started shaking Qui violently.
“Oh, goody!” Zerotiki popped into the conversation, hopping off Charlie’s back. “Am I going to win now?”
“Oh no.” I frowned. “With both of us gone, you would win. And no offense to you, but I think Charlie would make an awful president.”
Zerotiki sniffed, but didn’t contradict the fact.
Sweets continued panicking, running around in circles. “We need to launch an investigation! Get the whole town searching! Hire Detective JohnnyJo! Call in the marines!”
“Wait a minute, guys! We don’t know for positive that Lowery and Simon aren’t just out for lunch at the Steakhouse or something!” I protested. “The marines are not going to be happy if they come all the way out here just to find that out!”
Just then, Spuds walked into the group. “Hey guys! I just fired myself from managing.”
“Spuds, were Simon and Lowery over eating at the Steakhouse?” Sweets reached for him to start shaking him, but he ducked out of the way.
“Yes, actually, they were. Simon was asking Lowery if he wanted to run as vice-president on his ticket.” Spuds stopped guiltily. “Not that I was eavesdropping, mind you.”
“What’d he say?” I asked.
“I don’t care!” Sweets grabbed my arm, and dragged me across the street. “I need to see Simon!”