Sorry that I haven't updated, but I'm normally occupied on the weekends. But I'm back, and ready to get going! Thanks to those of you who have reviewed, and just wait. The real Dr. Cockroach might come back...or will he? You'll have to read to find out! Until then, Enjoy #4!

Morning came around quickly. Dr. Cockroach, like the early bird he is, was the first to wake up. He started to indulge in something he hadn't done in 50 years. He made himself Earl Grey tea. Ever since the accident, all he craved was garbage. He shuddered as he thought about it now. He forced himself to push that out of his mind. He wouldn't have to think about that anymore. He took his tea and walked out on the front porch. He sat on the steps and watched as the local paper boy threw the newspaper to him.

"Hi, mister!" The young boy waved.

Dr. C smiled and waved back as he picked up the paper. He wanted to get a job and get his own house as fast as possible. It's not that he didn't like it there, but he was pretty sure he was in trouble with Mr. Murphy.

"B.O.B. you idiot..." Dr. C muttered. "You just had to bring up the ONE time I shared a room with Susan..."

He flipped through the paper when something caught his eye.

Dance Instructor needed.
Place to stay at building will be provided.
Salary can be worked out face to face.

"Hmmm..." Dr. C pondered as a smirk began to appear on his features. "That seems promising..."

"What seems promising?" Link asked as he came into the room wearing his green pajama pants.

Link still couldn't find a shirt he liked, so he exposed his muscles with his pot belly sticking out. Dr. C just rolled his eyes. At least he had the decency to wear a tang-top with his black pajama pants.

"I think I might of found a job." Dr. C replied as he held out the paper to Link. "Something you might want to think about doing."

Link just waved the paper away as he walked into the living room to watch T.V.

"Whatever, Doc." He replied. "I'll look for one when I'm playing on the beach."

"Beach!" B.O.B. exclaimed as he came bounding the stairs with only blue boxers on. "I want to go!"

"B.O.B!" Dr. C exclaimed. "Go put some clothes on!"

"But I'm hungry!" B.O.B. whined.

"I'll fix you something." Dr. C said rubbing his temples. "I just hope Susan's parents won't mind me messing with their food."

"Yay!" B.O.B. screamed as he ran back up stairs to change.

"Why can't he be...quieter." Dr. C said as he started making pancake mix.

Not long after B.O.B.'s rampage upstairs did Susan and her parents come down.

"Sorry if B.O.B. woke you up. He can be a little loud at times." Dr. C appoligised as he started to flip the pancakes. "I hope you don't mind me raiding your kitchen, but B.O.B. wouldn't some clothes on until I made him something to eat."

"I don't mind at all, but let me take over here." Mrs. Murphy said as she started pushing Dr. C out of the kitchen. "I'll finish it up."

"But, madame-" Dr. C tried to argue before he was shoved completely out of the kitchen and the door closed on him.

"My, my." Dr. C commented as he brushed himself off. "She's a determined one, isn't she?"

"That's my wife." Mr. Murphy agreed with a proud tone. "What about you? You have a special someone?"

"Uh..." Dr. C said not knowing how to respond.

His eyes flicked to Susan for help. Seeing his pleading look, she decided to step in.

"Dad," Susan reminded. "He's been in a secret base for quite sometime. He hasn't exactly gotten the chance to go out..."

"O-Oh." Mr. Murphy remarked, clearly embarrassed at the audacity of such a question. "Sorry. That tiny fact slipped my mind."

"I-It's quite fine, sir." Dr. C forgave. "In fact, I should be greatful you over-looked that detail."

"So, where's Insecto?" Susan tried to change the topic. "He usually doesn't sleep in this late."

"I'll go check on the big guy." Link said as he rolled off the couch. "I'll see what's holding the big guy up."

"Breakfast's ready!" Mrs. Murphy said as she came into the room. "Who's hungry?"

They all happily filed into the kitchen for a plate, and not long after did Link come down with a tired Insecto.

"Alright!" Link cheered. "Time for eats!"

They ate in silence for a while, but it was making Dr. C nervous. He knew he had to interrupt some how.

"This is a lovely breakfast, Mrs. Murphy." Dr. C complimented. "Thank you for making it."

"Well, you did get it started." Mrs. Murphy pointed out. "So I should be thanking you."

Dr. C just shrugged. He wasn't sure what else to say.

"Hey, Doc." Link jumped in. "You gonna tell them about that job you were looking at?"

"Job?" Susan questioned. "You found one already?"

"Well, I still need to set up an interview." Dr. C said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "In fact, do any of you have a cellular device I can use to make the appointment?"

"You can use the house phone." Mrs. Murphy commented. "It's over there."

"Thank you." Dr. C said as he excused himself and went to the phone.

He dialed the number in the newspaper ad and waited.

"Hello?" A voice asked.

"Yes, I'm calling about the job offer." Dr. C said.

"You're hired." The voice said immediately.

"Really?" Dr. C said incredibly.

"You're the first person to call, and that ad was put up two months ago." The voice explained. "We're willing to take the first person possible."

"What if I have no training?!" Dr. C asked.

"Do you have training?" The voice asked.

"Well...yes." Dr. C said uneasily.

"You're hired."

"What about pay?"

"Does $30 dollars an hour sound fair?"

"I guess..."

"Good. Come sometime today to move your stuff in."

"Okay..."

"Good luck...you'll need it."

"What does that mean?"

The line clicked to signal the end of the call. Dr. C shrugged and put the phone up. He went back out to where everyone was waiting.

"I'm hired." Dr. C stated. "You guys think you can give me a ride to my new place?"