Hello everyone. We are at another chapter of "Adventures at WNYX" (echo). Before we begin, I'd like to mention that I had a poll up that was in junction to this chapter. The question being "What would be the item that Mr. James tries to get back from the girl?" and the choices being "His cufflinks, his belt, or his shoes.". So far, there were not any poll results and it's been up for quite a while. So, I have just decided to close it down and go ahead and write the chapter, using shoes because unless you like holes in your socks, you can't really go anywhere without some type of footwear. But don't fret. In the future, there may another poll so keep on the lookout. Alright, let's begin this. Remember that I don't own any copyrighted material that may appear in this story. And...Hajime!!
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Adventures At WNYX!
Previously...
Mr. James stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, combing his hair down with a wet comb. He put it down and squirted some lotion into his hand. Mr. James rubbed it in his hands started to apply it on his face, singing a little tune. He slowly stopped as he saw a reflection of a girl in her late teens appear.
"Can I help you?" Mr. James asked her.
"Hi. Sorry to intrude but might I see this for a second?" the girl asked.
"Sure." Mr. James said and went back to getting ready. When he was finished, he turned around and looked at the bed. There were three items there: a belt, a white box which contained his cufflinks, and on the floor beside the bed, his shoes. However, one of the items were missing. Mr. James looked at the girl who had the item.
"Alright, I'm gonna need that back." he said to her. As Mr. James put on the other two items, the girl smirked. She was going to make him late.
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The theme song played as each of the cast members, sans Mr. James, were in his office sitting in his chair. As each person sat in the chair, the actor's name came up. They would also do different things. For instance, Matthew started to spin around in the chair and made himself sick.
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Episode 4: Big Chase in Fort Awesome or Jim Shoes!
As Mr. James put on his belt, he thought about what might go on at the station today and how he was going to make it fun. While he was the boss, he didn't want to alienate the staff members by being a hard guy when he didn't have to. Maybe, if the staff had done a good job today, he would take them out for ice cream. Mr. James smiled. He was glad that they were able to trust him, If they had a problem, he was always welcome to lend an ear and help them sort it out. Speaking of problems, right at the time, Matthew was probably getting into some kind of trouble so Mr. James wanted to get there as soon as possible. Unfortunately, his plans were about to be thwarted. Mr. James finished buttoning up his lucky horseshoe cufflinks and reached down to get his shoes. He remembered the girl had them and looked over towards her.
The unknown girl, tall, Asian, probably 18, had a mischievous smirk on her face as she swung the shoes around by the laces. Mr. James smiled. "Alright, I hope you haven't grown too attached to them because I need them back. I'm kinda on a schedule here." he explained.
The girl just smirked as she held Mr. James' shoes. Mr. James raised an eyebrow then tried again. "Um...Did-did you hear me? I said I have to get to work now. So could I have my shoes?" The girl started to back up. "What are you doing? Why are you backing away? I'm not going to hurt you. I just need my shoes. Now." Mr. James walked towards the girl as she backed up. They kept this up as they went faster and faster until the girl bolted out of the room and down the stairs. Mr. James rolled his eyes. Whatever happened to respect your elders? Mr. James went out of his room and ran down the stairs. The girl was sitting on the couch in the living room. Mr. James went up to her.
"Alright. Quit playing around and give them to me. Please? You'll make me late." he told her.
The girl giggled.
"What?" Mr. James asked.
The girl said nothing and just got up and ran to another room. Mr. James sighed and went to find her. He went past one of his dogs. It looked hungry and Mr. James couldn't leave it starving.
Oh, Well. he thought, This dang house is so big, I even got lost it once. (A/N: I think he lives in a mansion, I'm not sure.). Jimmy went into the kitchen and got a can of dog food and a can opener. As he was opening it, he could've sworn he saw a shadow. Mr. James looked up and saw nothing. He went back to opening the can. This time, he knew that he saw a shadow go past. Mr. James turned around and still nothing was to be seen. He hurried to give the dog the dish of food and then left to go find the girl and his shoes.
Mr. James searched around the dining room. He thought that he saw the shadow go in here and that it could've been the little girl. He looked under the table and found another one of his dogs sleeping under there. Mr. James got up just in time to here a pattering of feet. He turned to see his culprit going upstairs again. "Ah hah!" he said and went after here.
Upon arriving there, all of the doors were closed. Mr. James checked the bathroom. No one there. He checked the guest room. Not a soul to be found. He checked the other guest room. She was not there. That must've meant that she was in his room. Mr. James sneaked up to the door and put his ear to the door. No sounds came from inside. She must've been hiding. Mr. James burst open the door and stopped. She wasn't in there, either?
"Now, what..." Mr. James said as he looked around. He checked in his closet and under the bed. How could she not be there? Mr. James looked up and saw his answer. The window was open, a cool breeze coming in. He looked out the window, which overlooked the swimming pool. She must've climbed down the tree that stood next to the window. Mr. James rushed down to the back door and opened it. The sun shone down as the breeze rustled the bushes that lined the house. Mr. James searched around and looked into the swimming pool. He quickly moved away from it, in fear that the girl might have come up from behind and pushed into it. He looked over to see yet another one of his dogs sniffing at a bush. That was his clue.
Mr. James snuck up to the bush and mouthed "Good Boy" to the dog and poised hisself. He quickly reached into the bush and brought up...the dog's chew toy. Crestfallen, Jimmy threw the toy and the dog went after it. The sound of a door slamming caused Mr. James to jerk his head up. He ran to the door and tried the doorknob. This brought him to the depressing conclusion that the girl had locked him outside.
"Aw!" Mr. James groaned as he slid down the door onto the pavement. Why was this happening? How was he going to explain this to the staff? How would they fare without him?
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"Maybe he's sick." Catherine said.
"No. Mr. James said himself that he would risk us catching what he has then stay out." Dave said.
"I hope he's ok." Bill said, concerned.
"I've never heard you speak like that before." Matthew said.
"Neither have I." Bill said.
"Like what?" Matthew asked.
"Normal." Bill said then got up and left. Just at that very moment, Matthew's Danish kicked in and he went after Bill in a rage.
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Mr. James got off of his cell phone that he had thankfully put in his suit coat pocket. The locksmith would be there in another hour. While that was disappointing to hear, it was better than nothing seeing as he usually is told that the arrival time of the smiths would be 8 hours up to a whole day. As Mr. James sat there, he had several questions going through his head; Why was that girl here? What did she want with his shoes? And more importantly, just how did she get in? Mr. James sighed as he thought about work and what fun he was missing out on. He looked at his cell phone and contemplated calling there. He decided not to and wanted to see if they would call him there, worried about their uncle Jimmy. So far, he has not heard either his cell or his house phone ring. Mr. James turned off his cell phone to save battery power.
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The phone on the side of Mr. James' bed rang over and over again. No one knows why he would refuse to buy an answering machine. He didn't want to say that that "beeeep" tended to make him jumpy. Anyway, the phone stopped ringing after a while. Mr. James has still not heard any of his phones ring.
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Mr. James got up and went to go water his garden. Might as well pass the time before the locksmith got there. Jimmy then looked up at his window. It was still open. He then looked at the tree next to the window. An idea spawned in his head, Maybe if he were to climb the tree to get to the window, he would be able to get inside. Mr. James thought back to the days in the war where he would climb trees to get away from the enemy. Maybe he still had it.
Mr. James went to the base of the tree and flexed a little. He then holsted himself up the trunk and held a tight grip on it. Jimmy shimmied up the trunk until he got near the first branch he could reach. He grabbed the nearest branch and held on to it. Unfortunately, it wasn't the sturdiest branch on the tree and Mr. James found his self back on the ground. Rubbing his backside, he groaned as he got up. I guess I will have to just wait for the locksmith. Mr. James thought sadly, as he slumped backon the door step, forgetting about the garden.
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"Weird. Why isn't Mr. James picking up?" Dave asked as he set down the phone.
"Maybe he's just really tired." Lisa tried.
"But he usually calls in to let us know that he would be late." Dave stated.
"Or maybe he knows not to come here when I'm in charge now get away from that phone!" Matthew shouted. Dave and Lisa sighed.
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Mr. James was getting fed up. It has been nearly over an hour and the locksmiths still hasn't come. If he was just a bit more ticked off, he would sue them but now, he was too tired to think of anything. Jimmy looked down at his feet; his navy blue nylon socks were getting dusty from all the walking around in them. Today was not his day. When he woke up today, he fully expected to get dressed and go to work. Somehow, chase a girl for his shoes, get locked outside of his own house while the girl did who knows what inside and try to climb up a tree had made it's way between his proposed plans. He might not have been able to make it into work today the way things were going. Mr. James had decided to go ahead and call the station and tell them what the situation was. He got out his cell phone and was about to turn it on when one of his dogs came up and tried to take it.
Mr. James, by instinct, threw the phone as if it was the dog's play toy. As it landed in the swimming pool, Mr. James came to the realization that that wasn't actually a rubber ball. "Aww, shoot." Mr. James groaned as he put his head into his hands. Then, something happened that hasn't happened since he saw "Free Willy"; he cried. It first came out as a little sniffle then a little sob which turned into a full fledged weep. He knew someone might see him to crying but at the moment, he didn't care. Mr. James sat there, loud sobs escaping his throat at all that happened to him that morning. And all because of an 18 year old girl.
"Excuse me. Are you all right?" came a voice from behind Mr. James. He turned to see the said girl. He wiped his faced and tried to smile.
"Oh, I'm fine. I was just-" Mr. James started.
"I'm sorry I made you cry. I forgot that you said you were sensitive." the girl said. Mr. James wiped his eyes some more.
"Huh?" he asked.
"In your book." the girl said and took out a copy of Mr. James' autobiography, "Jimmy James: Capitalist Lion Tamer". Mr. James looked at the book and then to the girl and then to the book again. "I hope you aren't mad because of all the trouble I put you through." the girl said. Jimmy's face slowly went into a smile.
"You little rascal, you!" he playfully shouted as he leaped up. "Why didn't you tell me you were a fan of my book?"
"I wanted to get you to hang around longer." the girl said sheepishly. Mr. James nodded.
"Yeah. You made me late like you said you would." he stated, not all that amused.
"I did really?!" the girl said surprised.
"Yeah." Mr. James said.
"Oh wow! I'm so sorry!" The girl said, bowing. Mr. James smiled.
"It's ok, but next time, how about we not make Jimmy late for work and come in through the front door, all right?" Mr. James said a little sternly to show that he meant it. The girl understood and he smiled and patted her shoulder. Mr. James went to go get a marker to sign her book. He opened it to the title page. "Who am I making this out to?"
"Just sign it 'to the Jimmy James Fanclub Tokyo'!" the girl, apparently now forever nameless, proudly said. Mr. James signed it as such and gave the book to her. He remembered the following he had in Japan. He was about to tell her about the somewhat crazy book reading he had when suddenly, another girl, around the same age came up.
"Girl, what's taking you so long? Everyone's waiting for you. Did you get the shoes?" the other girl said.
"Yeah, and I got an autograph!" the first girl said while opening the book to Mr. James' autograph. The other jumped back a little when she saw it.
"How the-?" the other girl said.
"I'm the-" Jimmy said. The other girl looked up and saw him. He waved and she fainted.
"Come on, Raven! We gotta go! The meeting's about to start!" came another voice from the distance.
"Yeah, thanks for ruining the mystery!" the girl, apparently named Raven, called back. She turned to give Mr. James his shoes back.
"Keep them. To show the fanclub proof that you met Jimmy James." Mr. James said, winking.
"Thank you!" Raven said then ran off.
"Phew!" Mr. James sighed, really relieved that it was all over. It may not have been what he wanted but he now couldn't say that he hasn't had an adventure recently. He had to admit, that was one heck of a morning. As he put on another pair of shoes, Mr. James was sure the others would believe the story he just had to share with them and then they'll understand why he was late.
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"Mr. James, just admit that you just slept in late." Dave said.
"Was it a dream?" Beth asked.
"No. It really happened!" Mr. James tried to get them to believe him.
"Ok. Where's proof of this tale?" Joe asked.
"Ok. You want proof? Excuse me for a second." Mr. James went into Dave's office and stayed in their for a few minutes. Everyone got a little concerned and went to go check to see if their boss was still alive. What they saw in the office made them coo in adoration; Mr. James holding his stuffed bear in one arm while snoring lightly, fast asleep.
"I guess he did have a big adventure. Sleep tight, Jimmy." Bill said warmly.
"See? You're talking like that again!" Matthew pointed out.
"Matthew, has that danish wore off yet?" Bill asked.
"Yeah, I think so. Why?" Matthew replied.
"No reason." Bill said before he started chasing Matthew into the break room. The others took one more look at Mr. James and quietly closed the door.
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The Fangirls of the Jimmy James Fanclub all crowded around the door. An electronic drum roll played as Raven, Cro, and Robin all came in. Raven took out the book and turned it to the signature. The other fangirls squealed as an electronic cymbal sounded, followed by another drumroll. Raven then pulled out the shoes and chaos ensued as a much louder cymbal sounded with a fanfare. Girls fainted as one of the conscience girls took the shoes and inhaled deeply.
"Ahh! You can smell Jimmy's essence!" the rabid fangirl sighed..
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Mr. James sat at Dave's desk. Dave came in.
"Sir? May I ask a question?" Dave asked.
"Uh-huh." Mr. James replied.
"Why didn't you put on another pair of shoes instead of chasing after that girl?" Dave asked his question.
"Well, Dave, I would've but there is a good reason why I didn't.
"And, why's that sir?" Dave asked.
"I was just trying to do a story. Any other questions?" Mr. James replied.
"Who's cracking up the wall?!" Matthew shouted from outside. The other two laughed silently.
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Well, there it is. Another chapter under the belt. That last bit was like the scene that runs during the credits, you know. Anyway, please read and review and I hope you've enjoyed it. 'Till the next!!