I've planned this story out. It will have 3 chapters. The first chapter was Stan getting fired. The second chapter (this one) is about Stan getting a new job and subsequently being fired. The third (and final) chapter will be about Stan deciding to get his job back at the C.I.A. and then getting his old job back. Also, Roger will play a big role further along. So, here's chapter two. I hope you enjoy it.

You're Fired!
Chapter 2: A Stan Without A Job.
Stan sat at the barstool. He was at Roger's Place, the bar Roger owned. Located in the Smith's attic.

"Another round, Roger."

"Don't you think you've had enough."

"I'll tell you when I've had enough!"

"No. No you won't. Leave. Leave now. Now, damn it!"

"No. I don't wanna leave!"

Roger pulls out a baseball bat, screams like a maniac and charges directly at Stan. Roger hits Stan in the head with the bat, knocking him out.

"Whoopsie."

Roger took Stan's unconcious body and hid it behind the bar table, hoping no one would ever see it.

"Wait, what am I thinking. It's a bar in the attic of someone's house. Who would ever see this besides the family?" Roger then shrugged and continued hiding Stan's unconcious body.

Three hours had passed and Stan awoke, surrounded by the rest of the Smith family.

"Oh thank god you're okay, honey." said Francine.

"Yeah we thought you were dead." Haley added.

"You drank too much and passed out." Roger said, hoping Stan wouldn't remember what had happened before he blacked out.

"We have to find you a job. We can't find any and we're almost broke." said Francine.

"Oh, what's the use. I'll just screw up again. Let's face it, I'm a failure." said Stan.

Francine sighed "Well, I guess I'm going to have to take that job as a stripper...or start selling drugs again. Either way."

A few weeks had passed and the family had absolutely no luck in finding a new job for Stan and no other family member could hold a decent job because something always seemed to go wrong.

But as Stan walked down the street, he saw an oppurtunity. A "Help Wanted" ad in the window of Red State Grocery store.

"This could be it." Stan said with excitement.

"You're hired." said the grocery store's manager, Earl.

"Thank you...Earl, I promise you won't regret hiring Stan Smith." Stan replied with glee.

"I bet I won't, I bet I won't." Earl gave Stan a creepy look, but quickly stopped when he saw Stan's odd expression and quickly went to the manager's room.

Stan went to his post behind the register.

A few more weeks had passed and Stan was doing great at his new job. He was even looking towards a promotion.

But soon an unexpected disaster would strike and it would take Stan by surprise and end up taking his new job as well as the life of Earl the manager.

For one day, a couple of men walked into the store.

Both wore black shirts with unzipped black leather jackets over top and tan pants with black shoes. Each wore a ski mask of a different color. They both had one hand on a burlap sack and the other in a pocket of their jacket, as if holding something. They each had a few unique traits to them.

One was tall and slender and wore navy blue colored ski mask.

The other was shorter and a little stocky. He wore violet colored ski mask.

"Afternoon, gentleman, what can I do ya' for?" asked Stan, not even noticing that these two were robbers. Or maybe he did and was just denying it because he wanted to keep his new job so badly.

"Yeah, um, we'd like all the cash in your register." said the short one pulling out a handgun from his pocket.

"Sorry, but we only take cash. We don't give it."

The tall robber also pulled out a handgun from his jacket pocket and both robbers pointed their gun at Stan, ready to fire.

"Easy, fellas. The manager's right in the other room. I could just scream and he'd be out here like that." Stan snapped his fingers to demonstrate how fast the manager could exit from his room and put a stop to this.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah...?"

Oh yeah?"

"No! Earl! Earl!"

Unfortunately for Stan, Earl was asleep at his desk. With his ears blocked by headphones that were blasting classic rock. Earl was in no position to hear or save Stan at all.

The robbers were ready to fire.

"Look, the register only opens when a sale is made. If you want the money, you'll have to buy something. Please?"

"Alright, fine." said the tall one. He looked through the candy isle.

In a minute he came to the desk and slapped a package of Skittles onto the table "I'll have these. Now open the god damn register."

"Yes, sir."

Stan opened the register after checking out the Skittles and gave the robbers every last penny in there and gave the tall one his package of Skittles.

"Thanks a lot," began the short one "Chump!" and he shot three bullets directly at Stan while the tall one shot out all of the surveilance cameras.

Stan was quick enough to dodge the three oncoming bullets, but they went right through the wall and a scream was heard.

It was Earl.

But Stan didn't have time to check on Earl, he had to chase down the robbers who'd already made a run for it.

Frustrated, Stan hit the silent alarm and wrote a note as fast as he could. He put the note on the table and ran after the fleeing robbers.

By the time they thought they were home free they were police sirens, but the cops were headed for the grocery store.

"Ha! It looks like that dumb checkout guy was a little too late." said the tall robber to his partner in crime.

"Yeah, the big ape!" replied the short one to his tall friend.

But just then, a figure came rushing at them at a fast speed. It was Stan and he was mad. Mad and determined. He wasn't going to be played a fool by some two-bit robbers like these two. Not today. Not ever.

Meanwhile, the police discovered a note.

It was from Stan.

Dear police officer(s) who find this note,

This store was just robbed. The manager was shot and injured and possibly killed. I, the cashier at this fine establishment, have gone chasing after the robbers myself. In the meantime, I suggest you check on the manager and get him to a paramedic as soon as possible. If I do not return, do not let my death go in vain. Tell the rest of my family, the Smith family, that I died a hero.

Sincerely, Stan Smith.

"Come on, we better check on the manager then." said one officer to another and the other other nodded in agreement.

They opened the door to Earl's office.

The robbers yelled continuous insults at Stan.

"Your mother's a whore!" yelled the short one.

"You'll never live up to anything, you worthless fagget!" the tall one yelled.

But this only encouraged Stan.

Encouraged him to kill these two assholes once he got his hands on them.

The officers were too late, however.

Earl was already dead.

The three bullets had hit his torso and, when one officer saw the entrance-wounds up close, one had hit his heart and killed him.

"We better wait until the cashier comes back."

"But what if he doesn't?"

"Well, if he doesn't come back within thirty-five minutes...then we'll have to assume he's dead."

"And call his family? He wrote his family's phone number on a seperate piece of paper."

"Yeah. We'll have to. I'd hate to hear their voices when they find out though."

"Yeah, it always sucks to lose someone you care about."

The officers were giving each other looks. They were obviously gay. For each other. And I won't describe what happened next other than the fact that they shared a kiss or two.

Stan was inches away from catching the robbers.

He managed to grab the tall one by his coat tails, causing him to trip and drop his Skittles.

Stan shoved the robber hard against a wall, knocking him out.

Stan also managed to grab the Skittles before they crashed onto the ground.

And he tucked the Skittles into the pocket of his denim jeans.

Then Stan ran after the short robber.

The short robber took numerous paths as shortcuts.

Dirt paths, jumping over fences, through alleyways. All in an attempt to cnfuse Stan and get him off his tail.

But Stan was too determined to let confusion stop him now.

He rushed up right behind the short robber and tackled him to the ground.

Now on top of him, Stan punched him in the back of the head until he was knocked out.

Now knocked out, the robber was no threat.

Stan picked up the robber's unconcious body and rushed back to the tall robber.

Stan picked up his body, too. Then he rushed back to the general store.

Only when he walked into the store, he found the two cops making out.

"Ahem." Stan got their attention.

They looked at him and then at each other and they're faces turned red with embarassment.

"Sorry about that. Are those the robbers?"

"Yeah. They're unconcious."

"Okay then."

The cops slapped the handcuffs on the unconcious robber and hauled them away in the back of a police car. While they hauled Earl in a bodybag and into the back of a hearse and sent him off to the morgue.

Stan wouldn't be able to keep his job now with no boss.

What would he do?

So there's chapter two. I know I left this as a cliffhanger, but don't worry. The third and final chapter will be coming in one week. So stayed tuned for chapter three, coming December 7th. And remember, I don't thrive on reviews. So if you want to review, go ahead. I'm not going to force you. Exogorth out.