Chad made it out of the locker, and on to the floor, he crawled and crawled like his life depended on it, but it was exhausting work. He was sure Rick and Bruno would return any moment. He made it passed the next row of lockers before he collapsed unable to move a millimeter more. He heard the sound of keys and footsteps approaching.
"Damn, kids. Leaving their dirty gear wherever they please," said the janitor picking up the Speedo from the locker room floor. He continued to the next row of lockers, and shut the open locker that had held Chad. Then he headed toward the towel cage, he dropped Chad into the heap of discarded clothing he had picked up earlier, and unlocked the chainlinke door to the cage with his keys.
The janitor picks up Chad and the other gear, then he tosses him into the lost and found bin with the other dirty gear. Then he locks up, and punches out on the timeclock, and leaves.
Bruno and Rick are snapping towels at each other as they head back to the lockers.
"Damn, I accidentally closed the locker with Chad in it," whined Rick.
"Well, what's the combo?"
"I dunno - I mean, it's Chad's locker, when I was wearing him I knew his combo, and PIN number and all sorts of personal stuff, but not wearing him now, so I don't," complained Rick.
"We'll get the combo in the morning from Kyle, he's got access to all the combos," Bruno said.
"Well, it'll serve Chad right to spend the night in a dark smelly locker," Rick said, as he opened his own locker, and dressed.
Chad could hear this albeit it was a bit muffled and echoey, as it was two rows of lockers over and he was in the lost and found bin under a smelly sock and jockstrap. He lay there alone after Rick and Bruno left. Eventually, he dozed off.
In the morning, Chad was roughly awakened by Kyle, who had retrieved him from the lost and found bin. Kyle stretched him out, and examined the Speedo for rips or tears or stains. He muttered, "Looks practically new." Then....