Pool Jail

You spend the rest of the day locked up in Pool Jail.  There's another kid in there with you, playing the harmonica.  It's boring.

You're the last one let out, about an hour after sundown.  "Maybe you'll think twice next time," Poolcheck snorts.  "Good luck getting home, punk!"

He locks the pool gate behind you.  You are out on a dark street, several blocks from your house.

Head home.

Go check out Town Square at night.