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Summary: It's Christmastime and Dunder Mifflin has been chosen to be part of Scranton's Annual Christmas Day parade. It's up to Michael and the reluctant employees of our favorite paper company to make the best float ever! Hilarity ensues.

A/N: I'm back with another funny (hopefully) adventure at Dunder Mifflin Scranton. Sorry about the long wait. Blame finals. Blasted schooling! Anyway, I'm writing something for the Christmas season. Hope you enjoy! I have missed writing so much.

The Parade

December 9, 2007

10:37 am.

The camera panned the entire office. Everyone was at his or her respective desks. Stanley and Phyllis were busy making sales calls. Creed was reading a newspaper with his bare feet on his desk. Meredith was stapling papers. Angela and Oscar were discussing an error that Kevin evidently made. Andy was making copies and Pam was sending a fax.

Jim got up from his desk and made his usual beeline to reception. He leaned on her desk and helped himself to a jellybean. As he took his second helping, Pam turned around and saw him in the act, chuckling at his gorging of his favorite sweet treat. "Hey. What's up?"

Pam took a seat as Jim leaned closer to speak to her. "Have you seen Dwight?"

Pam looked at him with a quizzical eyebrow, "No. I haven't seen him all morning. He's usually here before me." She shrugged her shoulders, "Weird. So, what's up with you?"

She smiled, but Jim still seemed troubled, "It's just strange, you know? Dwight is always here. Always. It feels so –

At that moment, Michael and Dwight entered the office with several boxes while Dwight had some large rolled up paper under one of his arms. Looking suspicious, they headed straight into the conference room and closed the door, without a word to the rest of the employees.

Pam looked in that direction, "What was that about?"

Jim shrugged, "Maybe it's finally happened."

Pam looked at Jim, "What?"

Jim turned and spoke in a hushed tone, "Dwight has finally convinced Michael to build a bomb shelter. He's been badgering him for years now. I guess he finally wore him down." Jim gave her a wink and took another jellybean, leaving Pam laughing to her heart's content.

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"Every few weeks or so, Dwight collects information from unannounced sources, which of course are whatever he picks up on his radio that's illegally connected to the dispatcher at the sheriff's station. Most of it is about cats climbing up trees, domestic violence or whatever happens here that's considered dangerous." Jim shrugged with a nonchalant manner, "But there might have been a few interferences lately about the uprising of the Communist Society and the resurrection of Spudneck traveling close to Northeastern Pennsylvania." Jim covers his smirk with his hand, "Sometimes it's just too easy."

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Inside the conference room, Dwight and Michael extracted their supplies from the boxes. Dwight made room on the table and spread out the rolled up papers revealing blue prints. He put some of the boxes on the corners to hold it down. Michael looked down at the table to observe the blue prints. "Wow. How long did it take you to do this?"

Dwight shrugged, "Not long. Like fifteen hours. Seventeen tops."

Michael nodded approving, "Very good." Michael clapped his hands together and clapped his hand on Dwight's back, "Okay, let's make a float."

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"That's right. We here at Dunder Mifflin have been chosen to be part of Scranton's Annual Christmas Day Parade. All the local businesses participate in it. It's great. There's games and prizes and candy and at the end of the parade, Santa comes out and waves and it's just completely awesome." Michael shook with glee, "I remember going to that parade with my Mom and I always wanted to be on a float with all the cool kids in the band and now I will." Michael nodded, agreeing with himself, "Now I will. Cosmic."

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Pam and Jim glanced over at conference room door as Andy approached reception. Andy looked in the same direction, "What we looking at?"

Jim didn't notice Andy until he spoke, "Oh. We were just wondering what Dwight and Michael were doing with all the boxes and stuff."

Andy interested, "Was there writing on the boxes?"

Pam shook here head, "No, nothing out of the unusual."

Jim nodded, "But Dwight had some rolled up papers under his arm. I don't know, just seemed odd. More than usual."

Andy scoffed, "Whatever. But if you hear anything, just give the 'Nard Dog' a shout." Andy proceeded to wink at Pam and walk back to his desk.

Jim and Pam watched Andy walk back to his desk. Pam turned to Jim,"Why does he refer to himself in the third person?"

Jim turned around back at Pam, "The question is why does he think that's a good nickname. That's the real tragedy."

Pam stifled a giggle as Dwight and Michael headed out of the conference room. Jim walked back to his desk as Michael walked to the middle of the room with Dwight in close proximity.

Michael cupped his hands over his mouth, "Can I have everyone's attention, please." Some people turned around, but others continued to be oblivious. Michael nodded, "Thank you. Okay everyone, I have some very exciting news."

Jim made a quick glance over at reception and gave a snide smirk to the camera.

Michael continued with his glee, "We here at Dunder Mifflin have been chosen to be part of Scranton Annual Christmas Day Parade!"

Dwight made a jubilant movement of joy, "Yes!"

Andy mimicked Dwight, "Yes! Alright!"

Everybody else seemed as excited. Phyllis nodded approvingly, "That's great Michael. Bob's in it too. We've been working on it since Halloween. It's gonna be so great. We have this little –

Michael cut her off, "Yeah, no one cares. Look, this is our chance to win back Scranton."

Jim looked quizzically, "I wasn't under the impression that we needed to win Scranton back."

Michael nodded, "Well after what happened at the Thanksgiving parade –

Pam shook her head, "We weren't in the Thanksgiving parade."

Michael looked over at Pam, "Well, I really don't think it matters what happened at the Thanksgiving parade."

Jim shook his head, "I would argue that fact that it does matter what happened." Everyone including Andy and Dwight agreed and egged Michael on.

Michael lost his composure, "Look. The point is we need to be awesome and have the best possible float there. We need to mop the floor with the competition and spit in the face of defeat. For the next three weeks, your job will not be selling paper. Your job will be making this the best GD float in the history of the parade."

Stanley looked at Michael with the least possible interest, "Are we getting paid for making this float?"

Michael shook his head, "You get paid for selling paper."

Stanley picked up his phone and dialed, "Guess I'm selling paper." Everyone agreed and started to go back to work.

Michael looked defeated and headed back into the conference room along with Dwight and Andy.

Jim walked back over to reception, "So, what do you think?"

Pam shook her head, " I liked the bomb shelter idea better."

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More to come. In the next chapter, Dwight and Andy start to recruit decorators and is there another rivalry in the mist for the Party Planning Committee? Hmm…

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