Alright, All my fics are based on the Friends concepts. Anyway, I do not own them. But I will say this. I write not going with the facts of history and the way it was, but the way I thought it would be neat to. Just thought I would clear that up. If ya want REAL facts about a certain event in history, open a history book or take a course in college or keep awake during history class.
Anyway, this fic is a mixture of Coming to America, Arthur, and also Friends. I promise it will get much better.
But, you know the drill, if ya want any more, then you will review! Cuteness! It rhymes!
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The next morning, Chandler went to his job, as usual. He walked to the subway, got on and exited it near the financial district. Took the elevator up to the top floor, went straight to his office, bypassing all of his six secretaries, and went in and sat down. He sighed. Then with a deep breath, he clicked on the intercom. He then spoke his first words of the day.
"All right, everyone. The puppet master is in." Chandler sat back and grinned. He did not have long to wait.
They started to arrive. Helen, who was head secretary over the others, Aurora, who was after him to marry him, Janice, who was as well, Mark, who happened to be gay and was after him for a non committal relationship, Kip, who was after Mark, and Heather who was after both Aurora, Mark and him. To say that the work environment was interesting was an understatement. Chandler knew that Aurora and Janice were just after him for his money so he just ignored them, and he did not swing that way with Mark. So usually he sat back and watched the others with the office intrigue. Helen did do a pretty good job though of keeping everyone's feet on the ground.
"Morning, ladies and gentlemen. I guess we should all get to work. Now what do we have on the agenda for today?" Chandler asked.
Different mummers of morning, Mr. Tyler came from everyone. At the office he went by the name of Tyler, since it was a family company. On his mother's side.
Helen then began to read from her papers, "Mr. Tyler, our officers and you will have a meeting in an hour at ten which should last about an hour. Then you have an eleven fifteen meeting with a Mr. Pete Becker about the new computer game is canceled. That should have lasted about an hour to an hour and a half. Lunch with Kathy at the Rainbow room at one thirty. At two forty, we should get the results back from the tests on the new toy. And then at three thirty another meeting with the officers."
"Aurora, cancel my lunch with Kathy and at the Rainbow Room. Call Gandolf and inform him that we are going to have lunch at that 50's diner in the village. I will inform him that he will handle Pete Becker and what is acceptable and what is not. If that toy is one bit dangerous, out it goes. And so the afternoon meeting will be canceled. Understand?"
"Yes, it is Mr. Tyler." Aurora smiled flirtatiously at him.
"Good. Kip, I will need those reports about the new toy by lunch, Mark, get in touch with Pablo, I need the numbers for the productivity of the factory and sales and the profit and popularity we are making on the line. Helen, call Julie in Japan and get everything faxed over. We need it pronto. And Janice, tell my officers that the meeting will start in thirty minutes. That is all." Chandler decided.
"What do you want me to tell Kathy? "Aurora asked.
"Nothing, just cancel it." Chandler then continued because he just remembered. "Helen, I moved out of the Penthouse last night. I will give you my new address later as well as my number." Which explained to the others why he was not having lunch with Kathy.
And that was the reason for moving out, which he did not explain to the others. Which would be, when you see the woman you love and thought loved you in 'your' bed with a stranger, then you get a feeling that said woman does not really love you.
Not to mention when you hear her say in the throws of passion that the only reason she loved you was for your money, you get the feeling that you should get out of the relationship as fast as you can. Not to mention, closing out the account that you opened for her and canceling all of the credit cards and selling the penthouse right from under her.
Chandler wished he could see Kathy's expression on her face when the department store would take the card from her and cut it up. Or if she tries to with drawl some money and gets the shock of her life when she gets told she has no more in the bank. Oh, he left her with $100 in the account. And a note that said for services rendered.
"Yes, Chandler." Helen then asked him, "Will that be all?" She was the only one that called him by his first name. Since he had spent a lot of time in the office when he was growing up and they were old friends.
"Yes." Chandler then started to look at a report one of his junior officers gave him. He was only practically aware of the people filing out.
Tots o' Toys was a company that he inherited from his great uncle when he died five years ago. Not to mention his bank account and his sail boat. Since Chandler had been his favorite member of the family, he wanted to leave everything to him, which he did. While he left the family castle in Scotland to Nora on the condition that it would go to Chandler when she died.
Before he started the company, it was only involved with making what can only be called old fashioned toys, like stuffed animals, balls, blocks, train sets, dolls, immobile action figures and the like. Now it involved computer games, educational games, computer animated dolls, and other such toys. Now that he owned it, it had factories all over the world and had mass distribution.
In as little as two years, the company also had many people who wanted to buy the company and the stock went through the roof. At first the only people who wanted the company wanted to dismantle it and sell it for much more than it was worth.
Soon after his grandfather died, he inherited all of his money and the monies of his great uncle since he had no children of his own. When his father passed away, he also let Viva Las Gaygus to him as well. Chandler sold that and got even more richer. His mother also had everything of hers willed to him so that when she passed on, he could take it over.
Which included royalties from books, her bank accounts, her houses, which included the townhouse, the beach house, the huge mansion or country house, the cabin in the woods, and the lodge in the mountains of New York, the vineyard and manor house in France, the family castle in Scotland, and a penthouse in Tokyo. And anything left of value.
So now he was very wealthy and he only came to the office twice a week. Leaving the responsibility of running the New York office with right hand man, Gandolf, Joshua in Sydney Australia, Julie ran the office in Tokyo, Emily ran the office in London and Pablo ran the office in Rome.
The rest of the week, he spent in his sail boat with Joey, in one of his race cars, listening and playing his music at his own studio he owned, at his horse stables with his horses at his mother's country house, in one of his planes he flew himself, the townhouse in Sydney, the country house in Australia, a ranch in Texas, and at the courts playing some hoops, some racket ball or tennis. Other times, he went to his factory to play with the toys his company made which included the virtual reality test room, that he would play with the virtual reality guns at.
If something important came up, he would go in and handle it himself. Gandolf usually handled it pretty good with out him, calling upon him if something important came into play.
So life was pretty good for him. Unless it came to women. Or just plain dating. Which he considered himself the world's most unlucky person in the world when it came to matters of the heart.
His last live in girlfriend or Kathy, had cheated on him and he had moved out to a new apartment. He was going to act like a regular guy and be a regular guy so that he could find the perfect girl. That would work, he knew it. Only Helen would know where he was at of the secretarial staff. The others would have his cell number but that was it.
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The end of the day came and he got out of the office a little before four. He went home to his new apartment. Or was going home to his new apartment he shared with Joey Tribianni.
He met Joey while he was doing a play, and then struck up a conversation and the two of them became good friends. Now he is rooming with Joey in an normal apartment in the village. Joey is the only one who knows what he is doing. He happened to be the only one he really trusted.
Since he wore everyday clothes that were not expensive, no one would thing of him as anything but an ordinary guy. And that was what he wanted.
After he emerged from the train station. He then stopped at a news stand and bought the evening edition and some honey roasted peanuts..
After which, he went to the little coffee house downstairs from his apartment to wait for his friend Joey and sat down on the tacky orange couch. And started reading the paper he got at the newsstand. Pretty soon a waitress came over.
"May I help you, sir?" She asked.
Chandler looked up and recognized the woman that was his new neighbor. She had regular clothes on of a white shirt, black jeans and black comfortable shoes and she also wore a green apron. Even while she wore something that was everyday, she was still beautiful.
"Oh, hi. Remember me? I am your new neighbor from across the hall. Chandler Bing." He then extended his hand with a smile.
"Nice. Now what do you want?" Monica asked as she impatiently hit the pad with her pencil.
"Yes, I would like a tall, latte." Chandler then smiled. Maybe he could get a date with her.
"Coming up." She then left to take his order. Soon she came back with his coffee. "That will be two seventy five."
"Here is a five, keep the change." He then took a sip with her coffee.
"Oh, whatever will I do with all of the change." She mocked.
"Get an attitude adjustment." Chandler mumbled. At first from last night, he thought that she was just tired, now he was starting to change his opinion of her, and not in a good way.
"What?"
"Eh, you're right, that wouldn't even cover a fraction of what you need." Chandler then handed her a ten. "Now, you can at least put a down payment on a new one." Chandler then got back to reading the paper. Totally ignoring her.
"Listen you, I don't need your handouts. Got that!" She then through his change back in his lap. At that time, Pete Becker came through the door and walked over.
"Miss Monica Geller. How are you doing?" Pete smiled at Monica. Chandler recognized him from his picture. Hopefully he did not recognize him from anywhere. So he went back to looking intently at his paper. "And how did you like dinner last night?"
"I am sorry but I was too tired to really even know what was going on. But at least you and dad got a lot of talking done. That must be good for your business." Monica then tried to get away from him.
Chandler was still reading the paper and picked up on the converstaion easily. Oh, she went out to eat with her dad and his boss. SO in short that was her dad that she lives with.
"Listen, why don't you and I go out on a date tonight." Pete then smiled. "I will treat you right."
"I am sorry, but no." Monica then tried to get away from him.
"Why not?" He grabbed her right arm.
"I already have a date." Monica jerked away her arm.
"With who?" Pete asked. "I don't remember your dad telling me about any new men in your life."
Monica quickly looked around and her eyes fell upon Chandler. The perfect scape goat if she could get him to play along. "Well, that is because he just asked me and we just met last night." Chandler lowered his paper a bit. Why does this sound like him? "Pete Becker, I would like for you to meet Chandler Bing, my new neighbor across the hall." She then quickly leaned down and hugged Chandler who was still reading the paper. "Isn't that right, sweetie?" She then whispered so that only Chandler could hear, 'Please play along.'
Chandler decided to help her out. He was tired of having people after him and it looked as though Monica was that as well and happened to be at the end of her leash with this guy. He then surprised her by grabbing her by the waist and pulled her down onto his lap. "Yes, that is right, honey." He then whispered to her, 'You so owe me.'
"Oh, well. I did not know that." Pete then mumbled a good bye and left.
After he had left, Chandler still had a hold of Monica for a while longer. "You can let me go now." Monica stated. "And don't ever put your hands on me again."
"Well, let me see. I helped you out and this is the thanks I get?" Chandler then let her up. "And to think I was going to ask you out. But I think you should only go out with someone who is like you. A shark maybe." He then went back to reading his paper.
Before she could say anything, Pete Becker came back inside. "I forgot my coat." He then grabbed it where he had thrown it down.
"So where would you like to go on our first date?" Chandler asked. Looking up from his paper at Monica and knowing that she wanted his help once again.
"Surprise me." Monica stated.
"Nope, nothing doing. I am not going to make your decisions for you."
"There is a new play opening up. I think it is called 'A View Like You' Staring Joseph Tribbianni."
"I know, that is my roommate." Chandler chuckled.
Monica sat down beside him amazed, "He is your roommate? What do you do for a living? "Monica asked, not noticing that Pete had left soon after they were talking about the supposedly up and coming date.
"I am in the exciting world of data processing." Chandler sighed out loud.
Monica smiled. "Sounds, uh great and ordinary."
"Well, I guess you could call me ordinary. Just don't call my upbringing that."
"Really, what would you call your upbringing?"
"Scary, weird, frightening. Take your pick."
Monica laughed. And looked at the clock. "Well, since I am now on break, you will have to tell me."
"No can do. I only tell about my crappy childhood during the first date." Chandler flirted.
"Well, you can tonight after the play." Monica flirted back.
"Alright, and I can see how keen you are for wanting another date or not. That is a way I can tell if I have the right girl to put up with me and my craziness." Monica laughed. Chandler then continued. "The play starts at seven, pick up at five thirty and then we can go and eat, your choice. How does that sound?"
"Sounds perfect."
"Yeah, perfectly ordinary." Chandler agreed with a smile.
Anyway, this fic is a mixture of Coming to America, Arthur, and also Friends. I promise it will get much better.
But, you know the drill, if ya want any more, then you will review! Cuteness! It rhymes!
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The next morning, Chandler went to his job, as usual. He walked to the subway, got on and exited it near the financial district. Took the elevator up to the top floor, went straight to his office, bypassing all of his six secretaries, and went in and sat down. He sighed. Then with a deep breath, he clicked on the intercom. He then spoke his first words of the day.
"All right, everyone. The puppet master is in." Chandler sat back and grinned. He did not have long to wait.
They started to arrive. Helen, who was head secretary over the others, Aurora, who was after him to marry him, Janice, who was as well, Mark, who happened to be gay and was after him for a non committal relationship, Kip, who was after Mark, and Heather who was after both Aurora, Mark and him. To say that the work environment was interesting was an understatement. Chandler knew that Aurora and Janice were just after him for his money so he just ignored them, and he did not swing that way with Mark. So usually he sat back and watched the others with the office intrigue. Helen did do a pretty good job though of keeping everyone's feet on the ground.
"Morning, ladies and gentlemen. I guess we should all get to work. Now what do we have on the agenda for today?" Chandler asked.
Different mummers of morning, Mr. Tyler came from everyone. At the office he went by the name of Tyler, since it was a family company. On his mother's side.
Helen then began to read from her papers, "Mr. Tyler, our officers and you will have a meeting in an hour at ten which should last about an hour. Then you have an eleven fifteen meeting with a Mr. Pete Becker about the new computer game is canceled. That should have lasted about an hour to an hour and a half. Lunch with Kathy at the Rainbow room at one thirty. At two forty, we should get the results back from the tests on the new toy. And then at three thirty another meeting with the officers."
"Aurora, cancel my lunch with Kathy and at the Rainbow Room. Call Gandolf and inform him that we are going to have lunch at that 50's diner in the village. I will inform him that he will handle Pete Becker and what is acceptable and what is not. If that toy is one bit dangerous, out it goes. And so the afternoon meeting will be canceled. Understand?"
"Yes, it is Mr. Tyler." Aurora smiled flirtatiously at him.
"Good. Kip, I will need those reports about the new toy by lunch, Mark, get in touch with Pablo, I need the numbers for the productivity of the factory and sales and the profit and popularity we are making on the line. Helen, call Julie in Japan and get everything faxed over. We need it pronto. And Janice, tell my officers that the meeting will start in thirty minutes. That is all." Chandler decided.
"What do you want me to tell Kathy? "Aurora asked.
"Nothing, just cancel it." Chandler then continued because he just remembered. "Helen, I moved out of the Penthouse last night. I will give you my new address later as well as my number." Which explained to the others why he was not having lunch with Kathy.
And that was the reason for moving out, which he did not explain to the others. Which would be, when you see the woman you love and thought loved you in 'your' bed with a stranger, then you get a feeling that said woman does not really love you.
Not to mention when you hear her say in the throws of passion that the only reason she loved you was for your money, you get the feeling that you should get out of the relationship as fast as you can. Not to mention, closing out the account that you opened for her and canceling all of the credit cards and selling the penthouse right from under her.
Chandler wished he could see Kathy's expression on her face when the department store would take the card from her and cut it up. Or if she tries to with drawl some money and gets the shock of her life when she gets told she has no more in the bank. Oh, he left her with $100 in the account. And a note that said for services rendered.
"Yes, Chandler." Helen then asked him, "Will that be all?" She was the only one that called him by his first name. Since he had spent a lot of time in the office when he was growing up and they were old friends.
"Yes." Chandler then started to look at a report one of his junior officers gave him. He was only practically aware of the people filing out.
Tots o' Toys was a company that he inherited from his great uncle when he died five years ago. Not to mention his bank account and his sail boat. Since Chandler had been his favorite member of the family, he wanted to leave everything to him, which he did. While he left the family castle in Scotland to Nora on the condition that it would go to Chandler when she died.
Before he started the company, it was only involved with making what can only be called old fashioned toys, like stuffed animals, balls, blocks, train sets, dolls, immobile action figures and the like. Now it involved computer games, educational games, computer animated dolls, and other such toys. Now that he owned it, it had factories all over the world and had mass distribution.
In as little as two years, the company also had many people who wanted to buy the company and the stock went through the roof. At first the only people who wanted the company wanted to dismantle it and sell it for much more than it was worth.
Soon after his grandfather died, he inherited all of his money and the monies of his great uncle since he had no children of his own. When his father passed away, he also let Viva Las Gaygus to him as well. Chandler sold that and got even more richer. His mother also had everything of hers willed to him so that when she passed on, he could take it over.
Which included royalties from books, her bank accounts, her houses, which included the townhouse, the beach house, the huge mansion or country house, the cabin in the woods, and the lodge in the mountains of New York, the vineyard and manor house in France, the family castle in Scotland, and a penthouse in Tokyo. And anything left of value.
So now he was very wealthy and he only came to the office twice a week. Leaving the responsibility of running the New York office with right hand man, Gandolf, Joshua in Sydney Australia, Julie ran the office in Tokyo, Emily ran the office in London and Pablo ran the office in Rome.
The rest of the week, he spent in his sail boat with Joey, in one of his race cars, listening and playing his music at his own studio he owned, at his horse stables with his horses at his mother's country house, in one of his planes he flew himself, the townhouse in Sydney, the country house in Australia, a ranch in Texas, and at the courts playing some hoops, some racket ball or tennis. Other times, he went to his factory to play with the toys his company made which included the virtual reality test room, that he would play with the virtual reality guns at.
If something important came up, he would go in and handle it himself. Gandolf usually handled it pretty good with out him, calling upon him if something important came into play.
So life was pretty good for him. Unless it came to women. Or just plain dating. Which he considered himself the world's most unlucky person in the world when it came to matters of the heart.
His last live in girlfriend or Kathy, had cheated on him and he had moved out to a new apartment. He was going to act like a regular guy and be a regular guy so that he could find the perfect girl. That would work, he knew it. Only Helen would know where he was at of the secretarial staff. The others would have his cell number but that was it.
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The end of the day came and he got out of the office a little before four. He went home to his new apartment. Or was going home to his new apartment he shared with Joey Tribianni.
He met Joey while he was doing a play, and then struck up a conversation and the two of them became good friends. Now he is rooming with Joey in an normal apartment in the village. Joey is the only one who knows what he is doing. He happened to be the only one he really trusted.
Since he wore everyday clothes that were not expensive, no one would thing of him as anything but an ordinary guy. And that was what he wanted.
After he emerged from the train station. He then stopped at a news stand and bought the evening edition and some honey roasted peanuts..
After which, he went to the little coffee house downstairs from his apartment to wait for his friend Joey and sat down on the tacky orange couch. And started reading the paper he got at the newsstand. Pretty soon a waitress came over.
"May I help you, sir?" She asked.
Chandler looked up and recognized the woman that was his new neighbor. She had regular clothes on of a white shirt, black jeans and black comfortable shoes and she also wore a green apron. Even while she wore something that was everyday, she was still beautiful.
"Oh, hi. Remember me? I am your new neighbor from across the hall. Chandler Bing." He then extended his hand with a smile.
"Nice. Now what do you want?" Monica asked as she impatiently hit the pad with her pencil.
"Yes, I would like a tall, latte." Chandler then smiled. Maybe he could get a date with her.
"Coming up." She then left to take his order. Soon she came back with his coffee. "That will be two seventy five."
"Here is a five, keep the change." He then took a sip with her coffee.
"Oh, whatever will I do with all of the change." She mocked.
"Get an attitude adjustment." Chandler mumbled. At first from last night, he thought that she was just tired, now he was starting to change his opinion of her, and not in a good way.
"What?"
"Eh, you're right, that wouldn't even cover a fraction of what you need." Chandler then handed her a ten. "Now, you can at least put a down payment on a new one." Chandler then got back to reading the paper. Totally ignoring her.
"Listen you, I don't need your handouts. Got that!" She then through his change back in his lap. At that time, Pete Becker came through the door and walked over.
"Miss Monica Geller. How are you doing?" Pete smiled at Monica. Chandler recognized him from his picture. Hopefully he did not recognize him from anywhere. So he went back to looking intently at his paper. "And how did you like dinner last night?"
"I am sorry but I was too tired to really even know what was going on. But at least you and dad got a lot of talking done. That must be good for your business." Monica then tried to get away from him.
Chandler was still reading the paper and picked up on the converstaion easily. Oh, she went out to eat with her dad and his boss. SO in short that was her dad that she lives with.
"Listen, why don't you and I go out on a date tonight." Pete then smiled. "I will treat you right."
"I am sorry, but no." Monica then tried to get away from him.
"Why not?" He grabbed her right arm.
"I already have a date." Monica jerked away her arm.
"With who?" Pete asked. "I don't remember your dad telling me about any new men in your life."
Monica quickly looked around and her eyes fell upon Chandler. The perfect scape goat if she could get him to play along. "Well, that is because he just asked me and we just met last night." Chandler lowered his paper a bit. Why does this sound like him? "Pete Becker, I would like for you to meet Chandler Bing, my new neighbor across the hall." She then quickly leaned down and hugged Chandler who was still reading the paper. "Isn't that right, sweetie?" She then whispered so that only Chandler could hear, 'Please play along.'
Chandler decided to help her out. He was tired of having people after him and it looked as though Monica was that as well and happened to be at the end of her leash with this guy. He then surprised her by grabbing her by the waist and pulled her down onto his lap. "Yes, that is right, honey." He then whispered to her, 'You so owe me.'
"Oh, well. I did not know that." Pete then mumbled a good bye and left.
After he had left, Chandler still had a hold of Monica for a while longer. "You can let me go now." Monica stated. "And don't ever put your hands on me again."
"Well, let me see. I helped you out and this is the thanks I get?" Chandler then let her up. "And to think I was going to ask you out. But I think you should only go out with someone who is like you. A shark maybe." He then went back to reading his paper.
Before she could say anything, Pete Becker came back inside. "I forgot my coat." He then grabbed it where he had thrown it down.
"So where would you like to go on our first date?" Chandler asked. Looking up from his paper at Monica and knowing that she wanted his help once again.
"Surprise me." Monica stated.
"Nope, nothing doing. I am not going to make your decisions for you."
"There is a new play opening up. I think it is called 'A View Like You' Staring Joseph Tribbianni."
"I know, that is my roommate." Chandler chuckled.
Monica sat down beside him amazed, "He is your roommate? What do you do for a living? "Monica asked, not noticing that Pete had left soon after they were talking about the supposedly up and coming date.
"I am in the exciting world of data processing." Chandler sighed out loud.
Monica smiled. "Sounds, uh great and ordinary."
"Well, I guess you could call me ordinary. Just don't call my upbringing that."
"Really, what would you call your upbringing?"
"Scary, weird, frightening. Take your pick."
Monica laughed. And looked at the clock. "Well, since I am now on break, you will have to tell me."
"No can do. I only tell about my crappy childhood during the first date." Chandler flirted.
"Well, you can tonight after the play." Monica flirted back.
"Alright, and I can see how keen you are for wanting another date or not. That is a way I can tell if I have the right girl to put up with me and my craziness." Monica laughed. Chandler then continued. "The play starts at seven, pick up at five thirty and then we can go and eat, your choice. How does that sound?"
"Sounds perfect."
"Yeah, perfectly ordinary." Chandler agreed with a smile.