“Hello, is this Murphy? Ow, your elbow is in my back!”
“Your back is in my elbow! Let me talk to him!”
Milo had no idea how Balthazar and Vinnie figured out his number. Maybe it was some time traveling thing. “Hey, guys! What’s up?”
“We’re stuck in a closet,” Balthazar said. “We could use a little help.”
“Oh. How long?” Milo asked.
“A while,” Vinnie replied.
“Well of course I’ll help you out!” Milo grinned. “I can give you my doctor’s number! He’s got a minor in psychology!”
Balthazar made an indignant noise. “Wait, what? Why do we need a doctor? We haven’t broken any bones, yet….”
“Sorry, Murphy,” Vinnie said. “We’re stuck in a janitor’s closet at your school. Should’ve been more clear.”
Milo laughed. “That’s fine. I’ll bring a crowbar.”
“Might want to add a book on 21st century slang to that list for Balthy.”