Creeping down the stairs Dave and José peered around the creaky stairs. Leaning on the railing made loud noises that ran around the hotel in like a high pitched scream. The coast was clear, not a person in sight. The boys took a few steps forward leaning back cautiously looking in every direction. A big silver door was the only thing in-between them and their dreams. José inched his hand forward towards the handle that seemed three times the size of his own hand. The handle slowly turned without a sound, and the door flung open.

Their eyes grew three sizes and their stomachs growled like they have never growled before. They ran to the nearest table and took out a tray of the most delicious cherry pies from the fancy hotel restaurant’s cupboards. They scoop their hands into the pies and grab all that they could possibly hold. They stuff their faces with as much as their cheeks could hold in without bursting. Without thinking they both let out a big “mmmmmm” and keep eating. With each bite they relax a little more forgetting about everything that is happening in reality. Dave looks to the left  to scratch his shoulder with his ear. He sees someone, his ears perk up, his back freezes, his eyes gain a gallon of fear and he knows he is about to be in trouble.