Chapter 2
Once the two of them arrived at the mall, they headed straight to the front office, to talk to the employer for the jobs. They tried to make themselves look professional before they walked in, by fixing their hair and clothes. Hopefully, it would better their chances of getting the jobs.
"Shouldn't we have dressed up a little more formal?" Phil asked, looking at his wrinkled shirt and faded jeans.
"It's alright," Keely replied. "It's not like employers actually hire people based on their appearance. We just have to walk in, acting mature and professional and the employer won't even hesitate to hire us."
"...But don't you think we're making a bad, first impression. I mean..."
"I said, there's nothing to be worried about, Phil," Keely interrupted, as they slowly made it, in front of the employer's counter.
"Oh sure, you make it sound sooo easy, Keel. I know that I may not exactly understand everything in this century, but I do know that getting a job isn't like a walk in the park. We're not just gonna walk in and hear the employer say..."
"You're hired," the employer interrupted, upon seeing the teens walk up to his counter.
The both of them froze, looking happy, shocked, and confused, at the same time.
"Well, Keely, I...uh...guess you were right," Phil murmured. "I never knew getting a job would be so easy in this century."
"Umm, neither...did I," Keely murmured back, still frozen from the employer's remark.
The employer noticed the puzzled looks of Phil and Keely so, he explained why he hired them so quickly.
"You two kids are the first ones, in weeks, that we've seen, who wanted to apply for these positions. I was starting to get frustrated until I saw you two and I assumed that, since you weren't here to deliver our pizzas...you must be here about the jobs."
"Why hasn't anyone come to apply for the jobs?" Phil asked.
"To tell you the truth, I really don't know. Anyway, forget about it because you guys just solved my problem. Allow me to congratulate the two newest...actually, only...additions to Pickford mall security."
"Security!" Phil and Keely exclaimed.
"Yeah, were you guys expecting to deliver flowers or something," the employer replied. "We have enough workers in all the departments, but we definitely need some security guards.
"Nothing suspicious ever goes on around here," Keely said. "It's Pickford!"
"Or so you think, young lady. I've encountered many shoplifters in my time, but they always seem to sneak around at all hours of the night. That's why I'm assigning you two the night shift."
"Night shift!" Phil and Keely exclaimed, again.
"Ah, it ain't that bad," the employer said. "Plus, I'll make it worth your while with a couple of satisfying paychecks."
"Since you put it that way, sir," Phil replied, as he eyes widened up. "Meet your two new security guards."
"Yup, so when do we start?" Keely asked.
"Great, you two can start...tonight, at seven-thirtry. Here's your uniforms. We had to get 'em from the last security guards who worked here."
"What happened to them?" Phil asked, starting to doubt if getting this job was a good idea.
"Oh, let's just say they ran into a little incident at the food court regarding a couple of banana peels and a dozen boxes of mustard. Never heard from 'em again. It's a shame too. They were top-notch security guards. They best I had ever seen..."
Phil and Keely both looked at each other, wondering if their fate might be the same.
"Well, what kind of cool, security gear are we gonna get? Keely asked. "Handcuffs, pepper spray..."
"How about a couple of crime-fighting flashlights and these new, state-of-the-art walkie-talkies," the employer said, enthusiastically.
"That's it," Phil responded, unimpressed. "That's all we have to use to catch criminals."
"It's all you're really going to need. Now, enough chit-chat, you two grab your uniforms, gear and run along. Your shift starts in a few hours and I want you to get a little rest before you get back here."
They listened to their employer and went back to Phil's house to get a little r&r before they go to work. About three hours later, they suited up and got ready to begin their first night of work.
"Only some flashlights and walkie-talkies," Phil blurted, as he was grabbing his gear. "What are we supposed to do if something serious happens? I think I'll just take my Wizrd and the invisi-spray with me, just in case..."
"Hey Keely, are you ready yet?"
"Ready to roll," Keely replied, as she grabbed her flashlight and walkie-talkie.
"Wait, we forgot one more thing," Phil said, as he reached into his pocket. "We gotta go to work in style..."
He pulled out two pairs of sunglasses, which he and Keely both put on.
"Now, we're ready to roll. Pickford mall security is officially on-duty..."
