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Louie's breathing was labored, his hands trembling a little. He heard the heavy, quick footfalls of his brother, as he ran into the room and closed the door as silently as possible. He ran into the closet and hid.
He could see the panicked look in Huey's eyes. Panic turned to horror as they both realized Dewey wasn't with them.
Huey bolted out the door, and Louie reached for his phone. With shaking hands he texted Dewey. He froze in his tracks when he saw the door slowly open. He pushed himself deeper under the bed, eyes wide.
The figure looked around, in the closet, in the toy chest, under a pile of clothes, and finally stood in front of the bed. Just as they were kneeling to look, someone in the house screamed, and the figure took off towards it.
Louie carefully slipped out of under the bed, slowly at first, before taking off running.
So close to safety...!
He suddenly heard someone running after him. Instead of looking, he tried to run faster. He made a flying leap of faith and landed on the couch.
"Base!" He cried. "I win!"
"Aw!" He heard Webby behind him. "You always win at hide and seek!" She said, and Louie turned to her, calm and smug.
"I know. Let's find the others."