Chapter Six – Trapped!
“Stormer, will you stop pacing?”
Roxy glanced up at her companion in irritation, as the synth player
another circuit of the lounge, her arms folded and a frown on her face.
driving me crazy, and I’m trying to watch the T.V!”
“I’m sorry, Roxy.” Stormer sighed, sitting down in one of the other
that the Gabor Mansion’s main lounge boasted. “I’m just restless,
all. Pizzazz should have been back by now.”
“Well, she isn’t. Now shut up. Pizzazz can take care of herself.” Roxy
her attention back towards the film she was watching.
Jetta, who had been changing her saxophone’s old reed for a new one in
far corner glanced up at this.
“Stormer’s right.” She said quietly. “It’s been near enough four hours,
It’s almost two o clock! I think something’s up.”
“Oh, are you guys gonna do this the whole night? Can’t you go to bed or
Roxy demanded. “Pizzazz will get back when she gets back. Chill, both
“What if something’s happened, though?” Stormer protested, getting to
feet once more and moving over to the window. “I’m worried.”
Roxy let out a groan of exasperation, reaching for the handset and
the television off.
“So, what do you suggest we do about it, miss fussy?” she demanded. “Go
Pizzazz’s business meeting? Huh?”
“That works for me.” Jetta nodded grimly. “Stormer?”
“Well…crashing it is kinda…extreme.” Stormer faltered. “But I think we
go and check out what’s going on.”
“Sheesh, you’re both total drags to be with, you know that?” Roxy
exclaimed. “Okay, already, I’m coming. But Pizzazz ain’t gonna like
“Well, tough.” Jetta retorted. “Come on.”
“Who made you boss?” Roxy demanded.
“It doesn’t matter!” Stormer intervened. “Please, guys, don’t fight!
really worried about this whole thing and I have been since yesterday.
might be that Pizzazz needs our help.”
Roxy rolled her eyes but fell silent, and the three girls headed
the front drive.
“How are we getting there? Growing wings and flying, perhaps?” Roxy
“We’ll take my car. Pizzazz took the van, so it’s either mine or
Jetta’s.” Stormer replied. “Shall I drive?”
“What’s wrong with me driving?” Roxy asked.
“Well, duckie, we’d like to go to the beach and not the morgue.” Jetta
dryly. “You ain’t even passed a test yet – think we’re trusting you
“Well, you learnt to drive on the wrong side of the road.” Roxy
retorted. “At least I can drive on American roads.”
“So can I, ducks, nothing to it.” Jetta shrugged carelessly. “That is,
you ‘ave a few brains to spare.”
“Oh, stop it, both of you!” In her anxiety Stormer found herself
snapping and drawing surprised looks from her two companions. “Lets
just go, shall we?”
“Touchy, touchy.” Roxy muttered as they got into the synth player’s
Stormer revving the engine. She did not reply, merely putting the
in reverse and pulling out onto the main road that led to the beach. It
a long journey, not when driving at speed, but to Stormer it seemed
before the coastline became visible in the distance and she could pull
the car park.
“There’s the van!” Jetta pointed. “An’…is that the Rockin’ Roadster?”
“Yeah, looks like it.” Roxy grimaced. “So Jem kept her date, then.”
“Yeah.” Stormer nodded. “Well…shall we check it out?”
“You can. Pizzazz can yell at you.” Roxy responded.
“I’ll go.” Jetta shrugged. “Pizzazz doesn’t scare me, Roxy.” She sent
foe an infuriating smile, then pushed open the car door, sauntering
the parking lot and down the beach path towards the ‘beach hut’. During
day it was a meeting place for students, tourists and locals, but at
it was desolate and deserted. Despite herself, Stormer shivered. This
thing gave her the creeps.
“Come on…we ought to go with her.” She said.
“You go, then. I’m happy here. You’re the one having the panic attack.”
folded her arms.
“Well…you check the van, then, huh? Make sure Pizzazz isn’t there or
“Oh, all right.” Roxy rolled her eyes. “Jeez, this is no fun.”
She followed her companion out of the vehicle and while Stormer hurried
catch Jetta up, Roxy headed to check out the Misfits’ van.
“Well? I thought you guys were chicken?” Jetta eyed Stormer in
“I figured two heads are better than one.” Stormer responded. “Roxy’s
out the van.”
“Bet she’s thrilled about it.” Jetta responded with a grin. “Shht! We
want them to ‘ear us! Come on!”
Stormer obediently fell silent, following the British girl up to the
of the hut. Jetta paused here, putting her ear to the wooden door to
A frown crossed her face.
“Funny…” she murmured.
“What?” Stormer hissed in as soft a whisper as she could manage.
“It’s all quiet. I don’t think there’s anyone there.” Came the
gonna check it out. You coming?”
“I…I guess so.” Stormer shivered again, but nodded. Jetta gave the door
shove, and it swung open with a creak to reveal an empty beach hut.
“See? I told you. Empty.” She said, indicating. Stormer peered round
“So…so where are Pizzazz and Jem?” she wondered.
“Havin’ tea at Starlight Mansion?” Jetta’s tone was rich with irony.
wait a minute! What’s this?” She bent down, scooping something up.
Pizzazz was ‘ere all right! That’s ‘er bracelet!”
“I recognise it.” Stormer nodded her head. “So…if she was here…and she
her bracelet…where is she now?”
“Not a clue, duckie.” Jetta shook her head with a frown. “But I don’t
it. I thought this whole thing was fishy, now I’m certain.”
Stormer was about to respond when something caught her eye and she
to examine it further.
“What is it?” Jetta asked.
“I thought I saw something down here. Something glinted.” Stormer
replied, reaching down and running her hand over the sandy floor
surface. Her eyes widened as she realised what she’d found.
“The Jemstar earrings!” she breathed.
“What?” Jetta looked confused.
“Oh, nothing.” Hurriedly Stormer scooped the earrings up, pocketing
“I just said…said that it was just a piece of foil glinting, but it
“Oh.” Jetta shot her a grin. “Well, nice as it is playin’ treasure
round this place, I think we ought to get back to the car, don’t you?
Pizzazz is in the van.”
“Maybe.” Stormer nodded. “I hope so. If she isn’t, where is she? The
is still parked here, she hasn’t driven anywhere.”
“And where’s Jem, too?” Jetta added. “The roadster’s here an’ all.”
“True.” Stormer looked troubled. “I have a real bad feeling about this,
“You an’ me both, love.” Jetta frowned. “C’mon.”
“Well? You took your sweet time.” Roxy greeted them at the end of the
“Where’s Pizzazz? Isn’t she coming?”
“She’s not in the van?” Stormer demanded.
“Of course she ain’t!” Roxy shook her head. “The meeting was in the
“The hut is empty, Roxy.” Jetta responded quietly. “And I found this.
“So we have a bracelet and no Pizzazz…she’s vanished.” Stormer
responded. “I’m worried, you guys. She could be hurt!”
“She’s probably just gone off somewhere to cause trouble.” Roxy
“With Jem?” Jetta indicated. “The roadster’s here too, don’t forget,
neither of ‘em are about.”
“Jerrica uses the roadster too, and so do the Holograms.” Stormer
pointed out. “Maybe one of them picked Jem up…perhaps the roadster is
bust. And maybe
Pizzazz went with them to discuss the concert.”
“You really believe that?” Jetta demanded.
“No.” she admitted. “But I do think that Jerrica would have been there
they were discussing business, not Jem. I know Jem came into the
practice room and everything, but Jerrica runs Starlight Music. Not
“That’s true. So we’re saying Jerrica was the one down ‘ere tonight,
Jem?” Jetta asked.
“Wait a minute, you guys have lost me.” Roxy held up her hands.
“Nothing new there, is it, ducks?” Jetta offered her companion a droll
which was returned by a withering gaze from the bassist.
“Shut your face, Jetta. Are we saying someone or something kidnapped
“I…I guess we are.” Stormer hesitated. “Aren’t we?”
“Look, lets go back to the mansion and think about things.” Jetta
suggested. “Stormer, you an’ Roxy take the van, huh, and I’ll bring
back your car. We
gotta brainstorm, and quick. If someone ‘as kidnapped Pizzazz…well, I’m
you girls ain’t forgotten that in a matter of days we’ve a very big
comin’ up in our calendars.”
“The Rock Festival!” Stormer’s hand flew to her mouth. “You think
there’s a connection?”
“Gotta be.” Jetta replied grimly. “I ‘ate this. I think we’ve been
at our own game. Give me your keys, Stormer, and I’ll meet you guys
at the mansion.”
“Sure.” Stormer tossed her car keys in the sax player’s direction, and
caught them deftly, unlocking the car and slipping into the driver’s
“How come you let her drive your car?” Roxy demanded with a pout as
watched the Briton drive away.
“She has a license."Stormer replied. "Come on…this place is creepy.”
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“What do you think you’re doing, you creep!”
Pizzazz struggled hard against the strong arms that held her, but it
to no avail. She was well pinned down and it was all she could do to
breathe as she was bound firmly then pushed into the corner of the
unmarked vehicle. “You just wait, you’ll pay for this! Nobody treats a
“Ah, shut up, Pizzazz.” The voice was both malevolent and all too
familiar. “You might as well cool it. You’ve a ride ahead of you. We’re
just waiting for your little companion, that’s all.”
“Zipper?” Pizzazz’s voice held a note of disbelief. “What the heck are
doing? Did Eric put you up to this?”
“Eric Raymond?” Zipper chuckled. “Move with the times, sister. I ain’t
for that creep no more. I got a new commission now, shall we say?” He
at her. “And that’s all I’m saying, so don’t you worry your pretty
head about it, all right?”
“I thought you were in jail.” Pizzazz’s tone was sulky.
“Well, not any more.” Zipper shrugged.
“You just wait till I get out of here! My father…”
“Your father ain’t going to know a thing.” Zipper replied calmly. “And
worry, we’ll let you go. After the Rock Festival is over.”
Pizzazz let out a snarl of rage but she knew she was helpless.
At that moment the door of the vehicle opened once more and another
equally well bound was shoved roughly in. As the doors were fastened
Zipper and his associate slipped into the front of the van, Pizzazz
her companion’s identity.
“Jerrica?” she demanded.
“Pizzazz!” Jerrica stared. “But what…I mean…”
“If this is anything to do with you and your dumb band I’ll…I’ll sue
to the sky.” Pizzazz threatened.
“Pizzazz, use your brain. We’re both tied up here, how can I be
involved?” Jerrica snapped. “In any case, this isn’t our style.”
“No, you’re too good to resort to abducting the competition.” Pizzazz
She shot her companion a sidelong glance. “So what the heck are you
“I had to meet someone. I didn’t expect things to go quite like this.”
struggled with her bonds but they held firm. “What about you, Pizzazz?
trouble as usual?”
“I came to meet your stupid wimp of a singer.” Pizzazz’s eyes narrowed.
“Jem?” Jerrica gaped. “But…that’s impossible!”
“She came into Misfit Music and we…arranged to meet here. Yesterday
“But we only came back from Chicago yesterday!”
“Well, she was there. Ask Stormer or Jetta or Roxy.” Pizzazz’s tone had
petulant. “This is all your fault, you and your dumb band, getting us
“I like that!” Jerrica exclaimed. “Who sent someone to pose as Raya and
up our concert in Spokane, huh?”
“You what?” Pizzazz’s eyes widened. “Impersonate Raya? Oh please, how
You think we’re that boring? Who cares about your dumb tour or your
“You mean you…you didn’t?” Jerrica demanded. “You swear? Honestly?”
“Of course not! Why would we waste our time? We’re better than you no
anyway.” Pizzazz snorted. She paused.
“Jem didn’t come to Misfit Music?”
“Nope. Couldn’t have. Our flight was delayed and we didn’t get back to
till five.” Jerrica shook her head.
A frown crossed Pizzazz’s face.
“We’ve been had!” she exclaimed.
“Both of us.” Jerrica’s expression was grim. “So now what do we do?”
“You’ll probably cry and do whatever they tell you.” Pizzazz snapped.
a good little prisoner. Maybe they’ll give you good behaviour.”
“Maybe they’ll gag you, and we’ll all get some peace!” Jerrica was
tired and Pizzazz was trying her patience past breaking point. “Look,
both in the same situation here, and we obviously have a common
we try to work together to find a way out of it?”
“Work together? With you?” Pizzazz stared at her companion as if she’d
mad. “Are you kidding? I’d rather jump off a building than do anything
“You see another choice?” Jerrica snapped.
“Shut up.” Pizzazz tossed her head. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Oh, real mature, Pizzazz.” Jerrica rolled her eyes. “Listen up, will
We’re trapped here, both of us, and we’re going to need each other’s
if we’re going to get out of this mess. Can’t you at least try and
Pizzazz did not answer at first, then she grimaced.
“We’ll see.” She said cautiously. “I’m still not convinced that this
something to do with you and your loser band.”
“Oh, honestly.” Jerrica sighed. “Well, have it your way. Meanwhile I
someone else realises what’s happened and comes to rescue us…if this is
idea of teamwork then we’re stuck!”
Three: On Tour With The Holograms
Seven: An Unlikely Team
Eight: Laying Plans
From The Desert
Eleven: Some Outside Help
Twelve: Kimber's Dilemma
Thirteen: The Great Escape
Fifteen: Repercussions and Rock and Roll
Sixteen: The End Of An Era
(The Misfits and Holograms and other animated Jem
characters are copyrighted to Hasbro Inc. All characters who do not
appear in Jem episodes
are my own creation. This story is copyrighted to E.A Woolley (2001)