I've been thinking of this story for a while, (this chapter is already a bit old if it's being posted) and I couldn't wait to start it! For those of you who don't watch Kath & Kim, I'll try to give clues to the story line so far. Don't worry, Office fans, there is a lot of office in this fic. Just bear with me while I explain how Kath and Kim got from Florida to Scranton in the first place.

Note: I do not own The Office, Kath & Kim, car trunks, suburbs, "posh closets," or the Viewmont Mall. If I did, DWANGELA would come to a head, Kath would become BFFs with Patsy and Eddie (but that's a different fic for a different category), and the Viewmont Mall would live up to its impression on The Office and get a fountain.

A/N: I edited to make it more readable. Didn't really notice my typos...sorry about that...

"Hey, everyone," said Michael, walking out of his office. "I have a great idea!" Everyone turned to him. The camera zoomed in on Jim, who was in the middle of a phone call.

"Listen, I'm going to have to call you back," said Jim. "Michael's got an idea."

"Oh boy," said Pam's voice on the other end. "Tell me if you survive."

"Will do," said Jim. He hung up and turned to Michael.

"I've noticed that there are some…hostile feelings towards Ryan, probably because he screwed all the stockholders over when he worked at Corporate."

"Michael, is this necessary…"

"Absofruitly," said Michael. "So now, we should all tell Ryan exactly how we feel about him. Kind of get it off our chests."

"I have no opinion towards Ryan whatsoever," volunteered Kelly.

"That is not what I was looking for…" said Michael. "I'll start."

"No, Michael, you really don't need to…"

"No, Ryan, I do," said Michael. He walked over to reception and patted Ryan on the back. "I love Ryan," said Michael. "I think he's the smartest, coolest, sexiest employee to ever walk through the doors of Dunder Mifflin…other than yours truly…" he smiled. Ryan stood up.

"Yeah, that's it, Ryan, show off that sexy bod!" yelled Michael.

Michael (TH): Yes, I do have a crush on Ryan, but in a totally straight way. You see, it's like when two guys like each other, more than most friends, and they're kind of attracted to each other, but it's not like they're gay or anything, because they have girlfriends... (Michael tears up) Or, at least, they used to…

"That's not what I meant to do," said Ryan. He started to pack his things. "I feel uncomfortable in this office, and I think it's below what dignity I have to work here any longer, and I'm quitting," said Ryan. He took his bag and walked towards the door.

"Oh," he said, "and (bleep) you, Jim Halpert," he said. Jim jimmed at the camera. Ryan walked out the door.

"Great," said Michael. "Now where am I going to find another sexy receptionist…"

"Well, that's the last of it," said Phil, closing the trunk of the car. He sighed. "Glad that's over, Kath Knight." He reached his arm around Kath's waist and pulled her in for a quick kiss.

"Glad what's over?" asked Kim, who had just stepped into the driveway in her pajamas, chewing a wad of gum. When she saw her mother and her mother's new husband in a liplock, she winced. "Oh, God, please say you guys aren't making out again," she said obnoxiously.

Kath looked at her daughter, half smiling. "What is so wrong with me being in a relationship with a loving, handsome…" she got lost in Phil's eyes. "Sexy beast of a man." They kissed again. Kim exaggerated a gag. Kath glared at her.

"What?" she asked, truly annoyed this time.

"Nothing, it's just that you guys are so old," said Kim.

"Well, never mind what you think," said Kath. "Phil and I are going on a trip."

"Where?" asked Kim. She blew a large bubble with her gum.

"It doesn't matter," said Kath. She walked up to her daughter. "Maybe you should use this opportunity to try to patch things up with Craig."

"Ew, no way," said Kim. "That's so over, it's like it's like Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston. I mean, that thousand dollar puppy scheme was cool for a while, but now that dumb bitch is pregnant with a bunch of mutts and it's just lame."

"Well, tough, because we're leaving," said Kath. "After you, my handsome prince," she said to Phil, motioning to the car.

"No, after you, my leading lady," said Phil. He opened the door to the passenger seat, patting her rear end as she entered the car. Kim gagged, then noticed something.

"Hey, is that a sign in our yard?"

"Bye, Kimmy!" yelled Kath out the window of the car. Phil got in and they drove away.

Eleven hours and five hundred fifty miles later, Kath was still sitting in the passenger's seat of Phil's car.

"You know," said Kath, "It is so good to be on the road, away from it all."

"My lady," said Phil, "You are going to love Scranton."

"Really?" said Kath. "Because I don't know. Isn't it supposed to be cold there?"

"I'm sure someone as hot as you will melt all the snow in Scranton in a minute," said Phil. They kissed. "But, yeah, it is colder there."

"Oh well," said Kath. "Anything if it means I get to stay with my Phil!"

"I got us a great apartment," said Phil. "Two bathrooms, a kitchen…" he gave Kath a suggestive look. "One point five bedrooms…"

"Ugh," said a familiar voice from the trunk of the car. "This is disgusting! I can't take it anymore!" Kath turned to see Kim leaning over the back seat.

"Kim!" she yelled. "How'd you get here?"

"You guys stopped for Sushi and I climbed in then," said Kim. She was popping a piece of gum, perhaps the same piece as earlier. "I knew you were moving without me. You know that sign in the yard? It said so."

"Wow, you're a real Einstein," said Kath sarcastically. Then she turned to Phil.

"Phil, what are we going to dooooooo," she moaned.

"Not a problem," said Phil. "Kim can stay in the point five bedroom until we figure out what else to do."

"Sounds cool," said Kim.

"We're not done talking about this, young lady," said Kath sternly.

"Like, whatever," said Kim. "I'm missing, like, ten shows right now."

"That's right, all my soaps were on last night," said Kath. "Darn it! I can't believe I missed Gossip Girl!"

Walkin' down the street and a man tries to get your business…

"We're home!" said Phil, opening the door to the new apartment. Kath gasped.

"It's perfect," she said. "I mean, look at this wallpaper!" The living room was covered in zebra print paper.

"I knew you'd love it," said Phil. "I saw the pictures online."

"This is our new home?" said Kim suspiciously.

"No, this is our new home," said Kath, motioning to herself and Phil. "This is where you'll be staying until you can either get back to Florida or find your own place."

"But I'm a trophy wife," said Kim, "I'm not supposed to make money, I'm supposed to spend it!"

"Well, tough, because I'm going to find you a job." Kath looked around for a newspaper. She found one that Phil had bought and flipped to the help wanted section.

"More like the hell wanted section," said Kim. Kath shushed her, then gasped.

"It's perfect for you!" said Kath. "Look! 'Receptionist wanted, all you have to do is answer phones and look hot, please call Michael Scott at 570-555-9876'!"

"Yay," said Kim sarcastically. "Whatever. I'm going to my room." Kim looked around. "Where is my room?"

"Kim," said Kath, "You're going to be sleeping in here." She led Kim to a door in the hallway, opened it, and nudged her in.

"But Mom," said Kim, "It's a closet!" It was barely twelve square feet.

"It's a posh closet," said Kath, closing the door. "Have fun!"

All was quiet in the office. Michael was in his office playing solitaire, Jim was at his desk playing solitaire, Kelly was reading up on Britney, and Dwight and Andy were having a staring contest. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Michael walked out of his office.

"That must be the new receptionist," he said. He opened the door. Hello, and welcome to Dunder Mifl-oh!" he exclaimed. Everyone in the office stared.

Standing there was a black-haired firl in daisy dukes and a button down shirt that had been tied to only cover her bra.

Somewhere in the back of the office, Creed whistled.

Ah, crossovers are fun…please review!