Fanon:Nate and Francis trapped in Walmart overnight

"Hey, dad," I say as I approach him. "Yeah?" He responds. "Can I have a sleepover with Francis?" I say. "Hm, okay. Behave yourself." I speed walk out the door and to Francis's house. "Hey, Nate! Glad you came! Teddy came over, as well." "Hey, you guys," Teddy says. "Let's go to Walmart! It closes soon, but it's right outside the neighborhood, so we should have barely enough time." We get to Walmart with 10 minutes on the clock before it closes. I hastily look in the arts and crafts section for colored pencils. No luck, darn. I was about to ask a staff member where they were, but duty called. I went to the restroom and came out to just about the most horrifying sight ever. The place had just closed. Had it really been that long? I see the owner get into her car. I bang on the window, to no use. I'm trapped here like a prisoner, left in complete darkness. The only light was from the moon. I notice Francis is still here, but Teddy must've left. Oh well, I guess I'll wedgie him for this later. "Nate? That you?" He says. "Yeah, it's me," I respond. "We're trapped here, I think." "You think?!" He screams. I sigh. "Guess we'll have to stay here for our sleepover, then," I say. "Nate, have you completely lost it?! We have to get out of here before we get into serious trouble!" "Okay, help me to the vent if you wanna get out so badly," I say. "But how will I get up?!" I tell him that I can just grab him and pull him up. I remove the loose vent, and Francis helps me up. I manage to pull him up. "So much mold! What if we breathe it in, Nate?" "We've got better things to worry about, at least according to you." Eventually, we get to the other side of the vent. I try to kick it down. No such luck. "Looks like we'll have to manually unscrew all of these nails," I think out loud. "We?" Francis blurts out loud. I sigh. I unscrew the nails manually. I jump down. I take a look. It appears we're in the garden section. "Are we still stuck?" I check the garden door. It opens. "Nope! The idiot who runs this place forgot to lock it! Let's go!" We run out of the parking lot in case some security guards see us, into our neighborhood, and into Francis's house. He takes the secret key, and unlocks the front door. Voila. Nobody knows a thing, except us, survivors of Walmart.