Chad didn't have to wait long. The vehicle stopped, but the music continued to play. Then Chad felt his box shift, and something heavy put on top of his box. Then the vehicle lurched forward again. Chad thought the guy must be stealing lots of packages. What would a professional porch pirate do with him.
About 4 stops later, the radio and engine were turned off. Chad and the other contents of the vehicle were unloaded. Someone started opening boxes, and sorting the contents. Chad saw daylight. He was in some sort of thrift shop. He was put on a hanger, and loaded on to a rack with other clothing to be tagged for sale
Meanwhile, Dirk was freaking out. His app said the package had been delivered, but it wasn't on his porch. He called the company, and got a customer service rep who seemed surprised he wasn't home when the package was scheduled. He guessed a porch pirate must've stolen it.
When his mother got home, she could see he was upset, and asked, "What's the matter, Dirk?"
"I was expecting my new singlet - somebody stole the package off the porch!"
"Off the front porch? Oh, I wonder if the charity pickup took your package with the boxes I had on the porch for them to pickup?"
"What? Which charity?"
"Oh, it's that one with thrift shop down on Main Street. It's for a good cause. Health or something. It's the only one that picks up right away."
"On Main Street?" Dirk asked grabbing his jacket, "I'll see if I can get it back. I need it for a match tomorrow!"
Meanwhile, Bruno had been bicycling by when Chad was packaged and delivered to Dirk's doorstep. He stared in disbelief at what he saw. It wasn't possible. He waited until the deliveryman had driven around the corner to head over to checkout the package. When he looked over at Dirk's, there was a charity van in front of the house. A man in jumpsuit was loading a half dozen boxes into the back of the truck, and the one on top looked like the one containing Chad. Bruno got back on his bike, and pedaled like mad after the charity collection truck. Each time he managed to catchup with the truck, the driver was loading furniture or boxes into the back of the truck. Then he drove off again. Bruno was sore and sweaty when he saw three guys unload the contents of the truck. He locked up his bicycle, and headed toward the thrift shop loading dock. He had to see inside that package. Could it really be Chad?