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Jim walked into the office just like any other day. Dwight was over at his desk just as he always was. Ugh. Jim always hoped that maybe he would be sick…or hit by a bus. Too bad for Jim that, although Dwight was not the brightest bulb, he was incredibly persistent.

"Morning, Jim." she said from behind the tall reception desk. Ah, Pam. Jim looked forward to seeing her every day. Having her around helped to take some of the edge off for him. He smiled at her as he approached the desk. That desk was so tall it reminded him of a fort.

"Morning, Pam." he replied as cheerily as he could. He wasn't very good at acting cheery in the morning when he was so tired; at least not as good as Pam was. She probably should be since it was her job to put on a happy face or a voice, as the case may be. Jim noticed that she had that little "something's funny" smirk she occasionally wore. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why.

"Just thought you'd like to know that the 'Keyboard Bandit' scored again this morning." she said, maintaining the grin. Oh, that was right! Last night after Dwight had gone home, Jim had taped Dwight's keyboard to the ceiling. Not Jim's record breaking prank, by any means, but sometimes he like the subtle one's the best. Jim beamed as he remembered.

"Pam, I would like you to recreate for me if you can the exact expression that was on my dear colleague's face when he saw the Bandit's work." Jim said, quietly. Pam hunkered down behind her desk so that Dwight could not see her. She did her best impression of Dwight and Jim was actually very impressed. He could completely picture Dwight making that exact same face. He couldn't help but laugh. As quickly as she had gone into Dwight mode she switched back to Pam and sat back up.

"How was that?" she asked, with a smile.

"Pam, the perfection of that was mind boggling and I thank you." Jim said as he headed to his desk. He plopped down in the swivel chair as he had done so many times before. He started his day the way he'd been starting many of them lately. He spun around to see how many times he could get around without feet. Eight. A new record. This was going to be a good day. As he flipped on his computer and began to type, a large ruler snapped down right between his hands. His hands flew into the air out of sheer surprise. He glanced up. Of course.

"Whatcha been up to, Jim?" Dwight asked as if he knew something Jim didn't. Jim knew it was only about a fifty-fifty chance that Dwight actually knew so he did what he always did. Deny, deny, deny.

"Well usually I work over at my desk here when people aren't pulling a schoolmarm ruler snap on me." he said trying to act natural. He flicked the ruler off the keyboard and tried to begin typing. Dwight poked the ruler into Jim's chest. Jim rolled his eyes and looked at Dwight.

"I know it was you." Dwight said, trying to sound menacing. Jim came back in a flash.

"Dwight, it is not my fault if you always misplace your keyboard. Why don't you just leave it on your desk where it belongs!" Jim replied. As he spoke he became louder and louder. He was also trying to sound more and more angry. Dwight was very receptive just as Jim had planned.

"Well that's where I usually…" he replied quietly but was cut off.

"You know what, Dwight" Jim continued to rant. He stood up for maximum effect. "I really resent you always blaming me for every little problem that you have! 'Oh, I can't find my keyboard. Must be Jim. Oh, I miss my chair when I sit down. Must be Jim. Oh, my desk just collapsed. Must be Jim!' Dwight, I am just sick and tired of your 'it's never my fault' attitude and I just don't know why I am always a target. Excuse me…" Jim left the room. He had gotten so into this that he had actually mustered up some tears. Dwight stared at him, open mouthed. Pam did her best to keep from cracking a smile. She stood up from her desk and followed Jim into the hall, giving Dwight a fake dirty look on the way out. The second she saw Jim, he took a bow.

"And that would have to get me on a soap opera." he said with a smirk. Pam laughed.

"I'd watch it." she replied through a giggle. "So will it be McDonald's breakfast or Bob Evan's?"

"Definitely McDonald's." he said as if it were obvious. They snuck out into Jim's car and took off. Jim was right…this already had been a good day.

Everything's going according to schedule in the office, but will Jim's prankster ways catch up with him? Will Dwight finally exact revenge? What of the other office workers? Stay tuned to find out!