the story behind chelleybutton's car not getting stolen

when we got to kauffman monday night we parked and went in all excited-like for the game. the boys kicked bottom, and then it was time to leave. except we couldn't. cuz chelley's car wasn't anywhere. we knew we had parked toward the right when coming in, so the car should be toward the left, and we were a few rows back. and it was nowhere to be found.
we wandered and wandered, eventually figuring we should just give up. sooner or later everyone would be gone and ours would be the lone car in the lot. the only problem with this theory was that no one else could find their cars either. instead of being hollered at like i was last year ('number five! number five! i know you know what number you got on your back. number five!), the constant cry was 'where's my car? have you seen it? if you find yours will you come back and help us find ours? ah!'
chelleybutton was convinced her car was stolen. i was convinced that someone had a master key and moved everyone's car just for fun (would that not be the best prank ever?). i offered a quarter to whoever found the car first. finally we decided to go back to the front row and walk down each and every one systematically until we found it. this worked. and chelley got a quarter.