“Tick, tock”went the clock as Joe lay staring at the roof of his bedroom. The moonlight hit the lava lamp on his side desk as Joe sighed in anticipation, this was the night the note had said.
“Ding!” the clock chimed twelve as Joe leaped out of bed He was already fully dressed as he, as quiet as a cat slipped out the door and into the fresh night.
“Hey, you there, over here” the voice whispered Joe looked around and saw a man hidden in the shadows he followed him.
“Wow!” said Joe what he saw was a giant teacup burred in the ground.