*Hey guys! This is Chapter Six or Episode Six of the Green Eggs and Ham. This is also longer than what I expected but it's not as long as the Train episode. So, the next part will come up today and the next episode will come out next weekend. I'm going to busy with college but I'll do my best to keep writing this and finish this. I have the entire story planned out as I said from the beginning. So, I hope you enjoy this new episode as a whole. This is published on January 18, 2020. Now, if you enjoy this part(s), please give it a vote and/or comment. Thank you for taking the time to read this and have a blessed day. The intro song is always going to be One Foot by Walk the Moon. Enjoy!*

The morning sun rose by the time Guy arrived at South Shvizelton by bus. The bus made a complete stop at the bus station. Guy walked off and explored the town. Normally, South Shvizelton would have nice officers where they could tell you anything you would like to know...however, their prison was in North Shvizelton. Luckily, there's a nice officer just strolling through the neighborhood while waving at the passing crowd. He entered the diner into a nice corner of the street. Guy decided to follow him in there. He opened the green wooden door and noticed the police officer sitting on the stool in front of the counter. He sighed while strolling across the diner to sit on the stool next to the officer. The officer flicked a glance for a moment and smiled when he saw Guy.

"Hey there, stranger. How are you doing?" the police officer greeted politely while tipping his navy blue cap to Guy.

Guy couldn't think of a good answer to describe how he's doing. So, he faked a smile. "Doing good...just a rough week but doing good."

"Well, that's good."

"Yeah...I do have a question, Officer. I'm interested to see where you cops take the criminals," Guy requested, even though he knew himself that he's lying about his intentions.

The officer raised his brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I know you guys are well-organized when you put criminals somewhere around the world. I'm--I'm interested in where you put certain crime folks."

"Is this like gossip?"

"No. No gossip. Just interested."

"Well, what kind of crime are we talking about?"

"Murder."

The officer gasped, bulging his eyes out of his sockets. "Murder? Well...those folks go to the prison at Cherryville."

"Cherryville? Where's that?"

"It's not far from here. But I have a question. Why are you interested in murderers?"

"Just curious. Thank you."

"Well, no problem."

Guy tipped his brown worn-out hat in a farewell to the officer and quickly exited out of the diner without eating anything. He got the information needed easily. He walked through the town to notice telephone booths across the street. He quickly crossed the street and rushed into one of the phone booths. He pondered on top of his head to remember someone's number. He slipped in a brunkel into the machine dialed the numbers in while leaning against the glass of the phone booth. The phone was ringing...

~.~

In the morning, Dave still tried to find a way out of the desert while hearing Michellee's phone buzz in her pocket. Luckily Michellee noticed and picked up her pink cellphone. She flipped the phone open.

"Hello?"

"Michellee?" Guy's voice spoke in the voice.

Michellee gasped in excitement. "Oh, thank goodness, you're alright! Where are you? We're coming to you!"

"Great! Well, actually...I might do something dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Michellee questioned Guy as E.B. stood up and perked her ear to hear the conversation. Guy spoke further which caused Michellee to groan a bit. "Ugh, Guy--."

"Guy?" Dave butted in the conversation.

"Yes, my boyfriend--"

"Guy Am I?!?" Dave shouted with pure childish excitement.

Guy, from the other end of the line in South Shvizelton, groaned irritably, "Don't tell me you're with Dave."

"Dave?" Michellee gasped while glancing back at Dave in the red truck.

"Yeah, Dave Am I!" Dave said his full name with a stupid smile still stuck on his face.

Michellee nodded her head nervously. "Yeah...I'm with Dave...we--uh--dare I say it, hitch-hiking."

Guy gave another sigh. "Well, at least you're with my oldest brother."

"Oldest?"

"Yes."

"Hey, little bro! I haven't talked to you in a while!" Dave shouted excitedly.

"Please don't call me that," Guy muttered.

"Wait!!! Are you in a relationship?!" Dave spoke out loud.

Michellee pressed the speaker button for everyone to hear Guy's voice in the truck.

"Yes, Dave, I'm in a relationship," Guy spoke up a bit louder this time.

"Hi!" E.B. waved with a cute smile.

"Hey, kiddo." Guy sounded relieved from the other line.

Dave gasped some more. "Wait! I didn't know you even had a daughter all this time! How come you never tell anyone about it?!"

"Because she's not really my kid...like blood-related. She belonged to Michellee and Michellee's husband--who's deceased," Guy explained to Dave, who softened his gaze at Michellee.

"I'm so sorry," Dave sympathized with Michellee.

Michellee gently smiled at Dave. "It's okay...it was years ago."

"Yeah...but that must have been hard for you and your daughter," Dave responded.

Michellee rubbed it off. "We're fine. So, Guy, as you're saying about doing something completely reckless--."

"Ooh! Like what, little bro?" Dave questioned with a chuckle, skipping off the subject quickly.

"It's something you shouldn't know about, Dave," Guy responded urgently.

"Come on, we both did some reckless things back when we're kids. Hey, remember the time where we teepee this one kid's house for Halloween...um...what's his name--?"

"Gary," Guy recalled plainly from the other end of the line.

"Yeah, Gary's house! He's such a butthole...both him and Billie Grayson."

"Yeah."

"Oh, remember the time where we tore up that cornfield?"

Guy chuckled lightly a bit. "With that big red truck of yours? Yeah, I remember."

Dave shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, I still have it. It surprised me that you're getting back on the groove."

"I'm trying to save an innocent fox's life."

"Wait, that's reckless? How could that be reckless--?"

"I'm breaking him out of prison."

There's an awkward silence.

Dave broke the silence by erupted laughter. "Oh, Guy, you're funny. Your sarcasm never fades away, huh?"

~.~

Guy, who's inside of the phone booth in South Shvizelton, sealed his lips while putting the phone down slightly and away from his ear. It's almost like he's expecting something to happen.

"3...2...1," Guy quietly muttered to himself.

"WAIT! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!?" Dave screeched from the other end of the line.

Guy rolled his eyes irritably and put the phone back up to his ears. "Yes."

"Haven't you learn from the last time we went to jail?" Dave questioned Guy with a shocked tone in his voice.

"JAIL?!" Michellee gasped from the other end of the line.

Guy raised his brow while leaning against the glass of the phone booth. "I thought you're the one who went to jail."

"YOU WERE IN JAIL?!" Michellee shouted in fear, mostly talking to Dave.

"Wait...that's right! You ditched me, man!!" Dave recalled loudly.

Guy could hear Michellee breathing rapidly. "Honey, it's okay. He didn't commit a serious crime. He just drove around the field with a 'No Trespassing' sign."

"You were with me," Dave spoke up in the conversation. "And then you ditched me."

"Because there were cops coming at us. At the time, I thought it would be safe to scatter."

"Yeah, you're lucky they didn't see you running."

"Did you bolt out of there, Guy?" E.B. butted in the conversation, excited in her tone.

Guy chuckled at E.B's excitement. "Yes...I ran for miles. The whole family had to bail Dave out of jail."

"Hey, I didn't know that the field we're in was private property...I thought it was an empty field," Dave made up an excuse.

Guy groaned a bit. "But that's not the point."

"Then, what's the point? Is the point--" While Dave trailed about the theories he might recollect, someone pounded on the phone booth door Guy was in. Guy turned to see just an innocent citizen anxiously waiting to get in the phone booth after him. Guy held up a finger for him to give him one second. The stranger nodded in understanding and stood nearby.

Guy turned back to the phone to go back to the conversation. "Look, Dave...I need a favor to ask you since you're driving Michellee and E.B."

~.~

"Yeah?" Dave answered from the red truck he's driving in with Michellee and E.B. perking their ears to hear their conversation.

"I need you to take Michellee and E.B. to Stovepipe Junction," Guy requested.

"Stovepipe? Our home?"

"Yes. Hide Michellee and E.B with our parents."

"Wait, why? You guys aren't criminals...are you?"

"No. Would you believe me when I tell you that there's some crazy assassin coming after us?"

There's a long pause while Michellee and E.B. stared at Dave for an answer. Dave cleared his throat. "Assassin?"

"Yes."

"Because--?"

Guy sighed a bit from the other end of the line. "I don't know why at this point. All I'm concerned about is their safety...it's more important right now to me. So...please...it would mean a lot to me if you keep them safe."

"We're going to be fine, Guy," Michellee replied, reassuring her lover that everything will be okay. "We're going to be fine. We just need to find you."

"Where I'm going is not safe...not for you and your daughter. Please, I don't want to risk your lives by you guys coming to find me," Guy implied worriedly.

Michellee sighed deeply, seeming a bit hurt for remembering the last time that they were in the cabin together and Guy just said that they're better off alone. She doesn't know what she's thinking when stating, "Alright...do you-you think that we're better off---alone?"

"No...I don't think that...Right now, your safety is more important than mine. No matter what, I'm going to find you all and I'm going to make sure you won't get hurt. I promise," Guy answered with gentleness in his voice in which Dave noticed.

Dave softened his gaze further, taking out the picture of his family from the dashboard. E.B. immediately took notice and looked at the photo. It has Dave in it, of course, but he's with his family and children. They all seemed so happy in that photo...which made Dave sighed sadly and put it back without seeing E.B. peeking over his broad shoulder.

"Okay," Michellee uttered while picking up her phone and pulling it close to her.

Guy added on, "We'll meet at Stovepipe Junction...just wait for me there."

"What about Sam?"

There's a distant pause while Michellee heard Guy clearing his throat.

"I'm going to find him too...I don't know where he is but I know Sam can handle himself. He'll find a way to find us. But that doesn't mean that I won't try to find him too."

Michellee smiled...for some reason, she loved it when Guy's protective and caring of both her and her daughter; including Sam. She felt safe around him, in both relationship and surroundings wise. She knew Sam was important to Guy but she also knew that whatever happens...she can be sure that they will find each other and be reunited again. Whatever reckless things he's going to do, she knew that he'll find a way out of the mud he'll put himself in eventually. She knew that she'll help him whenever he needs her and vice versa. The only thing Michellee prayed was that Guy will be safe when going somewhere. She hoped that the hooded assassin, The Ghost, won't be able to kill Guy or whoever he's busting out of prison.

"I know you will...but...please, be careful," Michellee cautioned while trying to hold her smile, knowing that she already missed him.

That's when she sensed Guy smiling softly to her. "I will, honey. I love you."

"I love you too."

There's a distant pause when Michellee was about to hang up but she heard Guy gasped for a moment.

"Oh! Before I go...Dave, if you ever saw a gray hooded figure--drive as fast as you can...that guy is bad news," Guy warned Dave.

Dave snapped out of his thoughts and raised his brow. "Let me guess, he's an assassin?"

"Yes...avoid him at all costs. Don't let him hurt any of you."

"I won't. You can count on me."

"Thank you so much, Dave. I owe you one."

Dave smirked jokingly at the phone. "You can wash my truck...then we're even."

"Really? How much brunkels will I make if I did it?" Guy joked, which made Dave smiled to get his little brother back.

Dave chuckled while shaking his head. "You don't owe me anything. I'm just giving you a hard time. We'll meet you in Stovepipe Junction."

"Okay. Wait! I'm sorry, Dave, one last thing I need to tell you. If you--"

As Guy trailed off to give Dave one last instruction, E.B. noticed something in the distance that made her froze in fear.

"Uh...Dave," E.B. interrupted Guy's instruction.

Michellee shushed E.B. while listening to Guy.

"--so, whatever you do, don't let the dagger cut you or anyone else...it leaves poison," Guy finished his instruction.

"Poison?" Dave questioned, tilting his head.

"Uh, Dave," E.B. gasped aloud, her eyes trembling.

"E.B, don't interrupt the conversation," Michellee whispered harshly to her daughter.

But that didn't release the tension shown in E.B's youthful eyes. "Dave, look out!"

Dave slammed his brakes suddenly for the three of them to notice the black truck almost ramming into his red truck. The trucks spun around in the desert, causing the three of them to scream. They finally jerked to stop on the side while facing the black truck...revealing to be driven by the gray hooded figure.

"Oh, so that's the assassin you guys are talking about."

"Drive, Dave, Drive!!" Michellee shouted as Dave shifted his stick in reverse. He slammed his foot against the gas pedal and spun the truck back around to face forward. He quickly put it back to drive while the truck tires screeched to zoom away from the black truck, creating dust clouds. But the black truck charged through the cloud of dust and chased after them.

"What's going on, guys?!" Michellee heard Guy yelled with clear panic.

She picked up the phone. "We're going to have to call you back!"

"Wait--!"

"I love you! I'm sorry!"

"Wait, Michellee--!!!"

Michellee closed her phone to hang up and placed it in her pocket.

~.~

Meanwhile, Guy frantically pressed the line over and over again.

"Hello?! Hello?!? Michellee!!! Michellee!!! E.B!!!! Dave!!!" Guy shouted, his voice strained. He couldn't dial back the numbers...he knew they were in hot pursuit already. He placed the phone back to its place and stared at it, his heart thumping.

"They're going to be okay...right?" Guy muttered himself, anxiety taking over his thoughts. He heard someone tapping on the phonebooth window and noticed the stranger again, waving politely at him. Guy exited out of the phonebooth.

"I'm sorry about that--"

"It's fine," The stranger interrupted Guy and entered the phonebooth.

Guy silenced himself while pondering about what to do. He doesn't know where Michellee, E.B, and Dave could be...but he knew what he had to do still. He had to find Michael and break him out of prison. He checked his wallet to see if he has enough brunkels to get into another train to Cherryville.

"Rats!" Guy cursed out loud, observing the fact that he doesn't have enough brunkels to get into a train. But enough to get into a...box. Guy groaned at the situation and strode towards the nearest box station.

To Be Continued...

The end credits song will always be Whispers in the Dark by Skillet.