Carolyn's Comments:
Mood: Bored
Comments: Doing nuttin'…just sittin' here bored outta my mind. Working on updating my fics today. It boring. Enjoy the chapter.
Later, outside Channel 13's main office...
Carolyn stood outside about to go in. Katie and everyone were standing in an alley next to the building. She leaned over and went over the plan one more time.
"Now if I run into trouble when I'm trying to close the deal, I'll push this button," She said holding up a remote control, "And it will alert you guys to go ahead with 'Operation You Know What'. Any questions?"
Katie raised her hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?"
"NO!" Carolyn snapped. "Well, wish me luck." She took a deep breath, and walked inside.
Inside...
"...I'm sorry young lady," The dude in charge temporarily in charge of the channel, whom I shall randomly call Carl, said as he shook his head. "But you're far too young to purchase a TV station." They sat inside Carl's office, arguing quietly.
"But I'm really mature!" Carolyn argued. "And I can easily pay for it!"
"It doesn't matter, you're still a minor." He stated flatly.
"But I'll have all my friends helping me out! If you put us all together, we're like 73! And if you count Sloth, then we're almost 200!"
"I'm sorry, but I'm not selling you the station." He said calmly. He snickered. "Why don't you and your little club, go back to the treehouse?"
Carolyn's eyes narrowed. Nobody suggested she buy a treehouse. NOBODY! "I didn't want to use this..." She growled in a voice that sounded like poison honey, "But you leave me no other alternative..." She whipped out the remote control and pushed a large red button. She heard her friend's voices, about 5 stories down.
"Ready?!" Caitlin called.
"FIRE!" Katie shrieked.
There was the sound of a catapult launching. Five seconds later, a large brown object splattered all over the window. (It wasn't mud).
"Good shot Mr. Cronos!" Sam cheered.
Carl stared open mouthed at his formerly clean window. "I-Is that...?"
"It is." Carolyn said triumphantly. "And unless you sell me the station, we'll keep firing more of that stuff at your window until you change your mind!"
Carl glared furiously at her. His right eye twitched. He forced a smile. "You must think you're pretty clever, don't you?"
"Not really." She said smiling smugly. "I just happen to know that if you hurl shit at someone's window long enough he usually caves in to your terms."
"How...creative." He murmured. As he said the word 'creative' his eyes wore a sort of hungry look, but it vanished quickly. He reached into the desk and pulled out a piece of paper and slammed it down on his desk. Carolyn realized it was a contract.
"Sign it and get out of my sight." He growled handing her a pen. She picked up the contract and began to read it carefully. "Don't read it, just sign it!" He snapped.
"How do I know that you not going to rip me off?" Carolyn spat angrily.
"All that contract contains," Carl said rolling his eyes. "Is the ownership of the station. Now just sign it so I can have someone clean my window, it's starting to stink."
Carolyn was eager to leave the room as well. She quickly scribbled her name down on the contract without reading it. She handed it to Carl. He looked it over carefully.
"Congratulations, you are now the owner of channel 13." He grumbled handing the contract back to her. "Just don't make me regret this."
Carolyn happily skipped out of the room. She heard Carl say to his secretary: "Get a scaffold up here and have someone clean up this shit!"
Carolyn felt slightly sorry for the unfortunate window cleaner, but that didn't stop her from taking out her walkie-talkie and speaking to Katie.
"Success Katie." Carolyn said waving the contract in her hand as though Katie could actually see it. "I got it."
"Great!" Katie cried. Carolyn could hear everyone else cheering in the background. "Do we cease fire?"
Carolyn grinned. "No, keep firing until the truck's empty."
"How come?"
"I didn't like Carl's tone. I'll be down in a minute, over." She shut off her walkie-talkie and skipped out the front door, her heart considerably lighter, and Carl's office considerably smellier.