Escape Plan Delta

Who: Zack, Cubie, Cubiepede
Where: McKenzie's
When: Now is as good a time as any
Why: Because everyone needs a hobby
Zack leapt onto a counter and dashed across into hardware. Cubie
peddled around the counter, trying to keep up with her frantic spouse.
Behind them, Cubiepede laughed as she skittered along behind them, her
forelegs extending to needle-sharp spears.
Zack snatched a battery-powered drill off the display rack, squeezing
the trigger to verify that the battery was charged. Hanging a hard right,
he thrust his hand into a bin of dry-wall screws.
Cubie pulled up beside him. "What on earth are you doing?"
Zack smiled. "I've got a plan, sweetie! Could you get me a mirror and
a stopwatch?"
Cubie shrugged and pedaled off. Zack could hear Cubiepede gaining on
him, and redoubled his efforts. His sides ached, and he knew that he
couldn't keep the pace up much longer. It was time to find a place to hole
up.
Spotting the Men's Wear section, he hustled over, grabbing a suit and
making a bee-line for the nearest dressing room. "CASH-HOLLY!!"
The viewscreen descended from the ceiling. "Yes, Zack?"
He held up the jackets. "I want to try on these suits. Please set the
dressing room for level five privacy."
"Sure thing, Zack. Will you be trying on the drill as well?"
Zack crashed through the door of the dressing room, falling onto the
bench. Four steel walls slammed down from the ceiling, boxing him in. He
heard Cubiepede slam into the wall where the door had been a second before.
He smiled at her scream of rage.
"You're still mine, Zack! This won't stop me for long!"
Zack grinned. Looking up at the security camera, he took the drill and
blatantly stuffed it in his jacket pocket.
Alarms went off, and the floor opened up, dropping Zack down the
shoplifter chute that Stewie had installed just a month before his
departure. Zack found himself unceremoniously dumped into a cell in the
brig. Hopping to his feet, he pulled out the drill, swapped the drill bit
for the phillips head bit in the handle, and immediately started removing
screws from the cell's air vent cover. Within three minutes, he was into
the ventilation shaft and scurrying for the one place Cubiepede would never
find him.