Nathan: Before long, it was time to go home.

As I walked into the classroom to get my book bag, I saw Flynn reading through the Read-Aloud Storybook of Disney and Pixar's "Toy Story 3*."

I cleared my throat, catching his attention.

"Did I say you could look through my stuff?"

"You actually like these kinds of books?" Flynn asked back, holding up the "Toy Story 3" Read-Aloud Storybook, which I took from his hands and back into my bag, while saying. "Aside from Dr. Seuss, yes. What I like most about these books is that they show how the movie begins and ends. Without them, not knowing how each of them does so spoils it for me."

"You know there are still junior novels, right?" asked Flynn.

"Not enough pictures." I said while putting my book bag over myself. "On a totally different note, what happened earlier, you caused a lot of trouble back in the kitchen."

"Which is none of my concern!" added Flynn as he headed out of the classroom. "The only reason I'm in your little class is so I can get my satchel back and out the door scot-free."

While catching up with him, I said. "Dude, you need to stop obsessing over it. Besides, that lazy slacker-boy...vanity won't get you a job in the workforce."

"Uh, FYI...Nate," said Flynn. "I had three jobs before going into thievery."

"And how did they turn out?" I asked.

"Uh..." said Flynn as he tried to recall his working past.

Flynn: When I was younger, I was looking at a board, which held flyers advertising which job to apply for.

The first flyer I took was for a baker's assistant.

On my first day on the job, I was instructed to bake a simple pie.

As it baked in the oven, black smoke started to peer out.

"Well, you said 'Bake the pie at 300 degrees for an hour,'" I said to the baker. "But I figured, save time and do 600 degrees for a half hour. Math."

The baker rushed to the oven and looked at the pie, which was brunt brown.

A few years later, after losing that job, I applied to be a taxi driver.

At first, it went along smoothly, going from place to place in...

"Record time!" I exclaimed after dropping off an old lady somewhere in Hillsborough, from where I sped drove away, not hearing her call out. "But this isn't my house!"

Then, after losing that job, I tried applying for a cobbling position.

Like being a taxi driver, being a cobbler worked out so well, even Feldspar was impressed with my handy work..

"Impressive cobblering." he said.

But when he looked at me...

"Whoa! Whoa! Wait a minute! Now I know where I know you. You stole a crate of boots once."

With that, he shoved the boot I made...at me!

"Does this mean I'm getting the boot?" I asked.

"No, it means you're getting fired!" said Feldspar.

And that's what led us to today.

"Who knew having a job would be so much work?" sighed Flynn as we walked outside of JobTrain. "I mean, what with all those rules and responsibilities. You should have heard some of these guys I worked for. It's like, 'Hey, buddy, who died and made you boss?'"

"I hear you, man." I said. "But, like Rapunzel said, 'Just watch what we do and you'll get the hang of it in no time.'"

"Yeah," said Flynn. "Let me explain this in a way that won't hurt your feelings. Just because I'm stuck with a bunch of pastry chefs, like you, doesn't mean there's a we. Is that subtle enough for you?"

"Well, it sounds a lot better than saying 'there's no we^,' that's for sure." I said as I followed Flynn across the street to the bus stop.

"Same thing." said Flynn. "And if you think I'm gonna stay cooped up in that hoosegow you call a cooking school, you, sir, are sadly mistaken!"

"Actually, since I pulled off that cousin skit earlier." I said as Flynn started to walk away from me. "I figured I give you a nice roof over your head."

Flynn stopped in his tracks just as the bus arrived at the stop.

"And what makes you think I'd come home with the likes of you?" he asked.

"Well, if I'm being honest," I said while walking up to the bus. "It would be nice to have an Imaginary stay with me for the first time in four years...unless you rather sleep in the cold until the police find you."

Flynn: Now when he said that, something tells me it would be nice staying in a place that's warm and away from the royal guards...and Maximus. But something else was telling me that it's only temporary.

So, I walked over to ths bus and told Nathan. "When this is over and I get my stachel back, we go our seperate ways. You got it?"

"By hearing you say that," said Nathan as he followed me inside. "You sound a lot like Squidward...but less angry."

Once we took our seats, the bus drove away from JobTrain.

Author's Note:

*"Toy Story 3" was near its release of June 18th, 2010 during my second week at Culinary Arts Program in JobTrain.

^Also, I find the saying, "there is no we" to be quite hurtful.