Moonlighters Anonymous
"Cory, if we're going to be able to afford the deliveries, we're going to have to start moonlighting," Shawn said.
"Okay.....here's a job, wanted chefs..."
"No good, people at restaurants work for $2.13 an hour," Shawn said.
"Boy, when it comes to talent, there's just no accounting for taste," Cory said.
"I know......here's one, wanted gravediggers...good salary..."
"No, no, no, too, too morbid," Cory said, "hey, here's one..."
"What is it?" Shawn asked.
"How did you do in art in school?" Cory asked.
"Depends, drawing, sketching, sculpting or painting?" Shawn asked.
"Spray painting, it looks like," Cory said.
"Sounds good to me, what do we gotta do?" Shawn asked.
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"This wall spreads for 25 feet, and it's put in a very observant area, everybody passes by here when they're on their way to work, to school, etc," Eddie Johnson, a local resident, told them.
"So what's the job?" Shawn asked.
"We got a lawsuit crazy woman on this block, she's about 70 years old, and she'll sue anybody for anything, she says this wall's too ugly to look at, and it's disrupting the neighborhood...So, if we can get it fancy looking, maybe she'll shut up, but no one on this block has any.......artistic skills for this...So, if you 2 can come up with something, and get it done before the end of the year...We'll pay you well for your work," Eddie said.
"Who's we?" Cory asked.
"We is the neighbors, and myself, we've all chipped in, and if you can do something with this wall, we'll be glad to pay you $900," Eddie told them.
"$900?" Shawn asked.
"End of the year? You think it'll take that long?" Cory asked.
"No, but that old bat said if something wasn't done with it by the end of the year, she'll take us to court because we're keeping it up," Eddie answered.
"25 feet across, and fairly 14 feet high," Shawn measured.
"What in the world are we going to put on this?" Cory asked.
"I have an idea, but I think the bill for the paint will equal close to our pay," Shawn realized.
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"Matthews!"
"Yes Mister Pendelsmith," Cory said.
"What happened to that pool table that was here, yesterday?" Mister Pendelsmith asked.
"Somebody bought it," Cory answered.
"For how much?" Mister Mendelsmith asked.
"178 dollars, sir," Cory answered.
"That table was marked for $230! And the difference is coming out of your paycheck! Do you understand!?"
Cory got up and saluted as Mister Pendelsmith walked off.
"Yes sir, Doug Neidermyer," he said.
"Hey Cory, how's it going?" Shawn asked.
"Fine, except the ROTC sergeant from Animal House is my new boss apparently," Cory said.
"What'd he do?" Shawn asked.
"Cut $68 from my paycheck because I sold a pool table for less than he wanted," Cory said.
"Where's he going?" Shawn asked.
"Out to lunch."
"Perfect, right time for me to open up gift wrap shop here," Shawn said.
Shawn jumped behind the counter and put up wrapping paper, ribbons, bows and cards, Cory put up a sign that read 'Get Gifts and Wrapped, 1 hour today'.
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"Shawn, how are you?" Cory asked.
"I'm exhausted, my fingers are numb, I wrapped 13 books, 3 Chinese vases, an exercycle, 4 clocks, 7 cameras, and 2 keyboards...Now I've gotta get back to my other job," Shawn said.
"Yep, but you made close to a hundred dollars," Cory said.
"And it'll be worth it, when Angela has that baby, I want her to have the best medical care money can get, the best....well, I better get back to my mother job before the boss hangs me by a bad bosses' day tie," Shawn replied.
Shawn left, and not a moment too soon, shortly afterwards, Mister Pendelsmith came back from his lunch break.
"Well Mister Pendelsmith, what'd you do for lunch?" Cory asked.
"I ate, you pinhead! Anybody come here? I noticed some things are missing," Mister Pendelsmith said.
"Yeah, they did, but they didn't give me too much for it, but I figured, we're getting rid of it at least, I mean, pretty soon, every business on this block is going to hell, right?" Cory asked.
"Sooner or later, those guys over by the Preceint are just like the Mafia, ain't hardly anything in town they don't own, before you know it, they'll be knocking down the whole block for a new business," Mister Pendelsmith replied.
"And if they're just like the Mafia, they'll never get caught and they'll cheat millions off of Wallstreet," Cory added.
"Exactly, now get back to work," Mister Pendelsmith told him.
"Right....."
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"Well Cory, how was your day?" Topanga asked.
"Okay, except I got a $68 deduction from my paycheck," Cory answered.
"What happened?" Topanga asked.
"Mister Puddlesmyth found out I sold a pool table for that much less than he wanted," Cory said.
"What's his problem?" Angela asked.
"He's just a cheapskate, there's this large business in town, and he figures he better make all the money he can in that store, because soon, they're going to be knocking down the whole block for a new business to add to it," Cory answered.
"Well, you know what they say about business muscling in, do it till you drop," Angela said, "or is that pinching someone?"
"Either way, the guy's a fruitcake," Cory said.
"Well, don't let him get to you, bosses can be intimidating," Topanga told him.
"I know, Mister Pendelsmith's really a nice guy, it's just the stress of being run out of his business, that store's been in his family for 32 years, he'd hate to see it go...I'd be the same if someone threatened to tear down our old wilderness survival store or something," Cory said.
"So, what's for dinner?" Shawn asked.
"Lasagna," Angela replied.
"Old habits die hard," Shawn mumbled, "you do know if you eat something like that, you'll be up all night with your stomach, don't you?"
"I don't see what it matters, it doesn't matter what I eat, I'm always up with this stomach...at least, in a few months, it'll be all over..."
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"$23 for paint cans, Shawn, this job better be worth it, because this isn't even going to last us for the first 10 feet across," Cory said.
"$900, Cory, just think how much better off we'll be knowing we have that money to fall back on," Shawn replied.
"I know, but this whole idea of moonlighting job after job after job, it's just starting to get on my nerves," Cory said.
"Well, you better get used to it, because come a few months, we're going to be fathers...And when that time comes, we're going to need all the money we can get and that's exactly what these jobs are for....they're for our family..."
"Allright, now run this by me again, what're we going to do with that wall?" Cory asked.
"Well, that's not going to be any 10 minute job, and since the whole neighborhood sees it everday on their way to work, school, etc. I think we should make it something that's worth the look."
End of chapter 8.
"Cory, if we're going to be able to afford the deliveries, we're going to have to start moonlighting," Shawn said.
"Okay.....here's a job, wanted chefs..."
"No good, people at restaurants work for $2.13 an hour," Shawn said.
"Boy, when it comes to talent, there's just no accounting for taste," Cory said.
"I know......here's one, wanted gravediggers...good salary..."
"No, no, no, too, too morbid," Cory said, "hey, here's one..."
"What is it?" Shawn asked.
"How did you do in art in school?" Cory asked.
"Depends, drawing, sketching, sculpting or painting?" Shawn asked.
"Spray painting, it looks like," Cory said.
"Sounds good to me, what do we gotta do?" Shawn asked.
*************************************************************************************************
"This wall spreads for 25 feet, and it's put in a very observant area, everybody passes by here when they're on their way to work, to school, etc," Eddie Johnson, a local resident, told them.
"So what's the job?" Shawn asked.
"We got a lawsuit crazy woman on this block, she's about 70 years old, and she'll sue anybody for anything, she says this wall's too ugly to look at, and it's disrupting the neighborhood...So, if we can get it fancy looking, maybe she'll shut up, but no one on this block has any.......artistic skills for this...So, if you 2 can come up with something, and get it done before the end of the year...We'll pay you well for your work," Eddie said.
"Who's we?" Cory asked.
"We is the neighbors, and myself, we've all chipped in, and if you can do something with this wall, we'll be glad to pay you $900," Eddie told them.
"$900?" Shawn asked.
"End of the year? You think it'll take that long?" Cory asked.
"No, but that old bat said if something wasn't done with it by the end of the year, she'll take us to court because we're keeping it up," Eddie answered.
"25 feet across, and fairly 14 feet high," Shawn measured.
"What in the world are we going to put on this?" Cory asked.
"I have an idea, but I think the bill for the paint will equal close to our pay," Shawn realized.
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"Matthews!"
"Yes Mister Pendelsmith," Cory said.
"What happened to that pool table that was here, yesterday?" Mister Pendelsmith asked.
"Somebody bought it," Cory answered.
"For how much?" Mister Mendelsmith asked.
"178 dollars, sir," Cory answered.
"That table was marked for $230! And the difference is coming out of your paycheck! Do you understand!?"
Cory got up and saluted as Mister Pendelsmith walked off.
"Yes sir, Doug Neidermyer," he said.
"Hey Cory, how's it going?" Shawn asked.
"Fine, except the ROTC sergeant from Animal House is my new boss apparently," Cory said.
"What'd he do?" Shawn asked.
"Cut $68 from my paycheck because I sold a pool table for less than he wanted," Cory said.
"Where's he going?" Shawn asked.
"Out to lunch."
"Perfect, right time for me to open up gift wrap shop here," Shawn said.
Shawn jumped behind the counter and put up wrapping paper, ribbons, bows and cards, Cory put up a sign that read 'Get Gifts and Wrapped, 1 hour today'.
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"Shawn, how are you?" Cory asked.
"I'm exhausted, my fingers are numb, I wrapped 13 books, 3 Chinese vases, an exercycle, 4 clocks, 7 cameras, and 2 keyboards...Now I've gotta get back to my other job," Shawn said.
"Yep, but you made close to a hundred dollars," Cory said.
"And it'll be worth it, when Angela has that baby, I want her to have the best medical care money can get, the best....well, I better get back to my mother job before the boss hangs me by a bad bosses' day tie," Shawn replied.
Shawn left, and not a moment too soon, shortly afterwards, Mister Pendelsmith came back from his lunch break.
"Well Mister Pendelsmith, what'd you do for lunch?" Cory asked.
"I ate, you pinhead! Anybody come here? I noticed some things are missing," Mister Pendelsmith said.
"Yeah, they did, but they didn't give me too much for it, but I figured, we're getting rid of it at least, I mean, pretty soon, every business on this block is going to hell, right?" Cory asked.
"Sooner or later, those guys over by the Preceint are just like the Mafia, ain't hardly anything in town they don't own, before you know it, they'll be knocking down the whole block for a new business," Mister Pendelsmith replied.
"And if they're just like the Mafia, they'll never get caught and they'll cheat millions off of Wallstreet," Cory added.
"Exactly, now get back to work," Mister Pendelsmith told him.
"Right....."
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"Well Cory, how was your day?" Topanga asked.
"Okay, except I got a $68 deduction from my paycheck," Cory answered.
"What happened?" Topanga asked.
"Mister Puddlesmyth found out I sold a pool table for that much less than he wanted," Cory said.
"What's his problem?" Angela asked.
"He's just a cheapskate, there's this large business in town, and he figures he better make all the money he can in that store, because soon, they're going to be knocking down the whole block for a new business to add to it," Cory answered.
"Well, you know what they say about business muscling in, do it till you drop," Angela said, "or is that pinching someone?"
"Either way, the guy's a fruitcake," Cory said.
"Well, don't let him get to you, bosses can be intimidating," Topanga told him.
"I know, Mister Pendelsmith's really a nice guy, it's just the stress of being run out of his business, that store's been in his family for 32 years, he'd hate to see it go...I'd be the same if someone threatened to tear down our old wilderness survival store or something," Cory said.
"So, what's for dinner?" Shawn asked.
"Lasagna," Angela replied.
"Old habits die hard," Shawn mumbled, "you do know if you eat something like that, you'll be up all night with your stomach, don't you?"
"I don't see what it matters, it doesn't matter what I eat, I'm always up with this stomach...at least, in a few months, it'll be all over..."
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"$23 for paint cans, Shawn, this job better be worth it, because this isn't even going to last us for the first 10 feet across," Cory said.
"$900, Cory, just think how much better off we'll be knowing we have that money to fall back on," Shawn replied.
"I know, but this whole idea of moonlighting job after job after job, it's just starting to get on my nerves," Cory said.
"Well, you better get used to it, because come a few months, we're going to be fathers...And when that time comes, we're going to need all the money we can get and that's exactly what these jobs are for....they're for our family..."
"Allright, now run this by me again, what're we going to do with that wall?" Cory asked.
"Well, that's not going to be any 10 minute job, and since the whole neighborhood sees it everday on their way to work, school, etc. I think we should make it something that's worth the look."
End of chapter 8.