Disclaimer: I do not own any of the TP characters. Disney does!
Note: This takes place on Earth, not Montressor! Hehehe.
Lady Kayte: Thanks SO much for the awesome reviews. Yes, Jim will get in a food fight in the next chapter! :0)
Captein Amelia: Thank you for the nice comments! You can be sure that Amelia will order Jim around! Just keep on reading!
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Jim woke up with a start, his heart pounding. As his mind slowly cleared, he remembered where he was----at the Doppler's house. He had been dreaming about his underwear episode. Groaning, he shifted over to his side. The glow-in-the-dark digital clock beside his bed told him the time----3:00 a.m. Great. He laid there underneath the warm quilt and thought hard. Revenge was sweet; he had to do something to dear Dilbert soon…now! What should he do.? Tricks and paybacks were his specialty. He could smear whipped cream all over Dilbert's pillow…nah. He briefly thought about dipping his hands in the freezer, then grabbing Dilbert's feet. Then he remembered. Amelia had very good hearing. Sneaking into their room would not work. Then, an idea began to form.
He rummaged around his suitcase. Feeling a cold, metallic object, he whipped it out. It was his Nokia cell phone. Jim turned it on and opened up his directory. He scrolled down the long list. Aha! The Doppler's number was listed. The teenager swiftly clicked "enter." After a slight pause, he could hear the phones in the house ringing.
"Come on! Pick up the phone!" hissed Jim. Surely Dilbert and Amelia had a phone in their bedroom! After four rings, someone picked up the phone. Quickly, Jim plugged his nose in an attempt to change his voice.
"Hello! This is your three a.m. wake up call, compliments of the Benbow Inn!" squeaked the teen.
"What?" replied a tired, but nonetheless British accented voice. Jim's heart stopped. He was talking to Amelia!
"Uh…this is your…wake up call," repeated Jim, his voice quavering. In the background, he could hear Dilbert, who was muttering, "Wha? Who is it?"
"Mr. Hawkins. Perhaps your mother finds this rather amusing, but I find it obnoxious and in bad form. Good night!" replied the Captain. With a click, she hung up. Jim sat back, stunned. He was going to get it!
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"Good morning, Jim!" cried Dilbert, entering the kitchen. He was wearing a maroon bathrobe and green slippers.
"Morning. Do you have anything to, like, eat?" asked Jim, rubbing his eyes. Dilbert shuffled towards the cupboards.
"Why, yes. Take a look in this cabinet," replied Dilbert, starting the coffee machine. Jim swung open the cupboard's door.
"I'm going to complain! A tele-commuter called last night around three in the morning. Ghastly hour!" mumbled the good-natured scientist.
"Uh, yeah. People always call and try to sell stuff," said Jim, trying to sound casual. Trying to appear nonchalant, he again looked at the cereals. He hated what he saw in the choices of cereals: Grape Nuts, Wheaties, Raisin Bran. No sugared cereals whatsoever. He shut the door.
"Do you have any bread?" he asked weakly. Dilbert gave him a surprised look.
"Feeling alright? I thought kids your age liked cereal!" he said, laughing. Jim gave him a stern look.
"Well, if you had any kids, you would know that we like stuff with sugar!" shot back Jim.
"Huh. Makes sense…alright, when I go shopping, I'll buy some good cereal. In fact, you should come with me," replied Dilbert. Jim shrugged.
Amelia briskly walked into the kitchen, carrying a copy of the Washington Times. Jim decided that the captain liked the color black---she was wearing casual, but nice-looking black pants. A prairie-winkle colored shirt accompanied the pants. She raised an eyebrow as Jim sheepishly grabbed a box of Grape Nuts. Shaking her head, she flipped open the newspaper.
***Uh, oh! Now Amelia is ticked off! Will Jim still get revenge on Dilbert? Or will he keep on messing up? Chapter four is coming up!! Keep on reviewing! I really appreciate getting 'em!
