Disclaimer: I don't own the Office! hehe but I sooo wish I did, because Jim would be MINE! eh hem, sorry. Did I just say that out loud?

Thanks for Hurkydoesn'tknow and ethnica for the great reviews! (Don't worry Ethnica, it's not a Dwight/Jim slash, but I'm not saying I wouldn't like one like that! Not in a creepy way, though. Like a "Dwight saves Jim" kind of slash. But this isn't centered around Jim and Dwight, so have no fear!)

I hoped you liked Chapter 1! Sit back, relax, and prepare yourself for trouble with the Office gang!

"This is going to be so fun!" Phyllis chimed.

"Shut up, moron. We might die of heat stroke out here, stupid girl," Dwight groaned, annoyed. They were walking to the docks- Toby had suggested they save gas by walking, which Michael tried with no gain to stop the disease he thinks is named Toby- and Michael sidled up beside Jim.

"Where's Pam? She's not coming?" Michael asked, looking around the group for Jim's wife.

"Of course not Michael! She's three months pregnant! Why would she go on a dangerous raft?" Jim asked him, tapping his foot in wait for an answer.

"Now wait just a moment! My resources tell me the Safari Raft is the safest thing next to the Titanic." Michael announced quite seriously.

Jim sighed tiredly. "Have you ever seen the movie Titanic?"

"No, but it sounds magnificent!" Michael exclaimed. Jim walked away, rubbing his temples. Michael ran after Jim. "Wait! Where are you going?"

Andy had his banjo around his neck, and he was strumming on it, attempting to seduce Angela-his fiance. "Please stop that Andy."

"Honey, I'm not playing the blues, so cheer up! How about a classic? Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream! Merrily, merrily, merr-" Angela reached over and snapped one of the streams on Andy's banjo.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Accidents happen. It's no sweat, I wouldn't forget to bring extra strings!" Angela groaned, realizing what torture would await her on the raft.

When they finally arrived at the docks- Stanly, by that time, was huffing and puffing- Michael jumped joyfully onto the unsafe looking raft. "C'mon guys! It's perfectly safe!"

Slowly, one-by-one, the co-workers began filling onto the large raft. "Do we have a guide, or someone to steer the raft?" Toby asked, looking around nervously, but finding no attendant present.

Michael scoffed. "Of course not, Toby. I'm steering!" Arguments rose up throughout the raft.

"That's crazy talk, Michael!" Meredith exclaimed.

"Michael, you need a licence to steer a boat." Toby told him, in his nagging tone.

" Bla, bla, bla, NO! It can't be that hard." Much to the groups' disapproval, they set off with Michael steering the boat. What could possibly go wrong?

Hmm, some trouble for our favorite Office gang? I guess you'll have to find out in Chapter 3! I know, I'm wicked! Please review!