Growing Pains
Ever wonder what would happen if The Office gang met up a little earlier in life? This series is a look at some days in the life of young Michael, Jim, Pam, Dwight, Angela, Toby, Dwight, Kelly, and the rest of The Office. Things are very different, yet oddly the same. I like to describe the first chapter as Rugrats meets The Office. Hope you like it, and please review! More chapters are coming soon. Oh, and I own nothing, so please don't sue.
Episode 1: Pilot
"Guys!" An impatient seven year old Michael Scott addressed his lifelong friends,
"C'mon! I gotta tell you about my birthday party!"
"Your birthday isn't 'till next month, Mikey," Seven year old Angela told him, annoyed.
"But it's gonna be awesome! There's even gonna be a pony!"
"A pony?" Pam asked excitedly, looking up from the chalk drawing tat she and Jim were working on.
"Yeah," Michael told him, "And Todd Packer is coming!"
"Oh no," Seven year old Jim thought to himself.
Michael continued to prattle on about his upcoming birthday party.
"Hey Jim," Pam called him; "We need more chalk. Wanna come with me to get some?"
"Sure."
Once they were a few feet away from the others, she asked him, "Are you ok, Jimmy? You look nervous."
"It's just," Jim told her, "Todd Packer's gonna be at Michael's party, and he's really mean, Pam. He always steals toys and stuff from Toby."
She took his hand, "Don't worry, Michael's mom will be at the party, so Packer can't be mean."
"You're right, Pam," Jim brightened up, "Hey, I'll race you!"
"Yeah!"
Later that day, the gang was playing outside. As usual, Michael wanted to be in charge.
"Let's play pretend," he told the others.
"We always play pretend," Toby complained.
"Shut it, Toby," Michael ordered him.
"Toby's right," Kelly said, "We do always play pretend. Want to go play soccer, Toby?"
"Sure."
Michael rolled his eyes, "Fine, whatever floats your goat. But since we're playing pretend, I want to be the king, Ryan, you can be the prince. And Pam can be the queen."
"I want to be the prince!" Dwight objected, "And Angela should be queen!"
"No way, Shrute!" Jim shot back, "Pam is the queen!"
"Can I be the king?" Kevin asked hopefully.
"Hey, where's Oscar?" Phyllis suddenly asked.
"Right over there," Pam pointed, "He's sitting on his front steps. Hey Oscar!"
Oscar walked towards them.
"What's the matter?" Phyllis asked, "You look sad."
"My grandma is sick. I'm worried. She could die."
Phyllis hugged him, "I'm sorry, Oscar."
"Your grandma is old," Michael told Oscar, "But we're playing pretend now. C'mon, Oscar, you can be a knight!"
Oscar shrugged, "Ok."
