And we're moving right along to chapter 3! :D this one's a bit shorter than the last, but I hope it's still good. :D

Hope you guys all enjoy! (and I changed the chapter name cuz I like this idea more than the previous one hehe)


Chapter 3 - Snowed In

Joey Drew sighed as he looked out the window in his office...

It was 5:30, and snow had piled up outside so much that all of the buildings looked to be smaller than usual.

It didn't look like any of the crew would be able to make it home today. The snow was too thick!

Suddenly, Thomas walked in. "If you think I'm shoveling all that snow out-"

"Don't count on getting the job, Mr. Connor," Joey sighed. "No one will...no one's even gonna get home in this damn weather."

Thomas sighed.

"So, you wanna break the bad news or should I?" asked Thomas.

"Lets do it together," Joey muttered.

Thomas nodded, and walked out with Joey. All of the regular employees were in the break room, chatting about the large snowfall.

"Attention everyone!" Joey called out. "Due to...uh...the snow, all the roads have been closed down and you all can't get home."

Groans echoed across the room loudly.

"Why you gotta bring bad news everywhere Grant?!" Wally yelled.

"Me?! I had nothing to do with this!" Grant exclaimed.

"Boys, calm down," Lacie grumbled. "We ain't getting home, that's that. I don't see the problem."

"You gotta spend the night with these loudmouths," Jack whispered to her.

Lacie suddenly froze. "Yep, there goes my somewhat-pleasing mood..."

Allison suddenly stepped up. "How about we all go out and play in the snow! We're done with work anyway!"

"That's... an excellent idea Ally!" Wally said. "How bout's it, Joey?"

"I agree, Franks! Allison, what a grand idea!" he said. "Alrighty folks, get your winter clothes on 'cause we're gonna play in the snow!"

"You think there's enough to catch me from jumping out the window?" asked Shawn to no one in particular.

"Depends on which floor you're comin' from son," Norman muttered.

Shawn smirked... he was gonna have fun with this.

"With all due respect, I believe I'll be staying inside while you all enjoy the snow," Jack said. "I do not particularly enjoy this type of weather."

"I'm with Fain," muttered Lacie. "I ain't got no interest in winter like you folks."

"Well then, more snow for us!" Joey said.

"Friendly reminder - we need our coats," Henry said, putting his finger up. He didn't want any of his fellow coworkers to get too cold.

"Thanks man, we would've totally forgotten," Grant muttered.

"Knowing some of these folks," Norman whispered, "they probably would'a."

Henry chuckled. Norman wasn't wrong.


Everyone, meanwhile, was messing around in the snow.

Allison and Henry were making snow angels, Norman was off chilling a drink on a podium Joey had brought down, Sammy was sitting on a nearby bench, Shawn and Wally were having a snowball fight, and Thomas was standing off on the side with Grant. Joey, meanwhile, was laughing at everyone's antics.

"I'm gonna drown you's in snow Flynn!" yelled Wally, tossing a snowball.

"You wish!" Shawn yelled back, tossing another snowball after evading Wally's attack.

Suddenly, Wally got hit in the face with a snowball... but not by Shawn.

He looked to his side, and Allison stood there with a smug smirk on her face. She was trying her hardest not to laugh.

"Ally?!" Wally yelled, exaggerating pure sadness. "How could ya do this to ya ol' pal?!"

"That's just how the cookie crumbles," Allison shrugged.

"HA!" Shawn laughed.

Wally then stood up, and dusted himself off.

"I didn't wanna have to do this," he muttered, "but ya ain't left me no choice."

"Uh oh," Joey whispered to Sammy, who was standing off to the side.

"What do you mean by that?" Sammy asked, nervous that a certain amount of snow was about to find its way into people's faces.

"I mean that shit's about to go down," Joey said.

"TAKE COVER!" Henry suddenly yelled.

As Sammy dove for the bench, all hell broke loose. Snow was flying in ever direction, from hand to face to other body parts.

It explained why Shawn was squabbling on the ground a minute ago too...

Anyway, Thomas stood off toward the sideline with Norman, who was still trying to make his jar of whisky colder by holding it out in the cold.

"You gonna join the fight?" asked Thomas.

"Nah," said Norman. "I prefer to let em all have their fun."

Suddenly, a snowball came flying out of nowhere and hit Norman square in the face.

An unmatched fury in Norman Polk turned to face toy-man Shawn Flynn, who was very apologetic and scared at the moment.

"Sorry sorry sorry Norman!" Shawn yelled.

Norman calmly took a deep breath, and then looked at Thomas.

"Hold my beer," he said, gesturing to his whisky bottle.

Thomas looked at him like he was insane. "Huh?"

"Hold. My. Beer." Norman repeated.

"Its whisky... but sure," Thomas shrugged. Norman then picked up a handful of snow, and Shawn had the fear of all fears put into his eyes.

"You better run boy-o!" yelled Joey from across the "battlefield".

Norman then screamed at the top of his lungs, and Shawn broke out into a sprint as the projectionist chased him.

Grant then walked up to Thomas out of nowhere.

"What do you want?" asked Thomas.

"A moment of gosh dang peace," Grant said.

Thomas smirked. "Me too... me too."


Jack and Lacie, meanwhile, were enjoying themselves in the warm studio break room. Jack had made hot chocolate for the both of them, and Lacie was currently downing her cup.

"I prefer smaller sips of such a hot drink," Jack muttered, smiling at how Lacie downed her's in huge gulps.

"Well, that's just your philosophy," she muttered. Jack laughed a bit, raising his cup to that statement.

"Y'know, Fain... you ain't that bad," Lacie said.

"Why thank you, Ms. Benton," he smiled. "I always enjoy knowing I am liked by my fellow coworkers."

"You're also strange," Lacie added.

"Aren't we all?" Jack asked. "Not trying to sound-"

"I know what'cha mean," Lacie said.

Jack smiled...

Lacie wasn't normal. But that suited him just fine.

"Besides, you know a wrench from a steamroller!" Lacie chuckled, "Unlike those warehouse folks..."

Jack laughed at this comment.

Because thankfully, it was true.


Sorry if this chapter seemed short! I'm just now getting back into the swing of writing lol.

Anyway, I'll see you guys in the next chapter - "Sammy's Birthday"!