Yello, folksies! Wow, this is the third chapter I've written (not uploaded) today. That's amazing. I'm usually lazy. As fair warning, the first week in the fan-fiction is gonna take some time, then things'll start to speed up.

Mr. Moscowitz sat at the desk across from Bob, fingering through Bob's record after the interview. He was a tall, skinny man with gray hair and goatee, although he was actually quite young. "Well," he said to Bob. "You certainly have been around. You definitely have a feel for the competition. But honestly, you're a little overqualified."

Bob looked from his file to Mr. Moscowitz and back to the file. "Sir?"

"Listen, Mr. Parr, I really would like to give you the job. I can tell you've got great leadership skills. You've been around the business! You know the ins and outs of some of our leading competitors! But quite frankly, I can't see my superiors supporting the decision to hire you. All your prior employers! I just keep seeing 'body cast' in these files!"

"Mr. Moscowitz, Sir, I really need this job! I've been without one for months! I need a new car! I had to buy a new house because of a fire in the old one! Couldn't you take a chance with me?"

Mr. Moscowitz walked over to the window by his desk, sighing. He looked over at Robert Parr. "sigh Listen, Mr. Parr. I'd like to help, but there's nothing I can really do. If your really desperate, you could try getting a much lower job here, like a mailroom clerk or something, and work your way up. At least you'd get some income, right?"

Bob nodded, standing to go. "Thanks for your time." Leaving the building, Bob couldn't think of how to tell Helen. He hailed a cab and got in.

"Where you headed, mistah?" the driver asked.

"Maple Avenue. The bowling alley."

Helen, Violet, and Dash walked into the school supplies store. Just the smell of the school supplies made Violet queasy. Why couldn't summer just last forever?

"Well, guys, get out your lists. What do we need?"

"Thumbtacks!"

"No, Dash. I mean for school."

"What do you think I'm talking about?"

"sigh Here we go again. Vi, you go grab your stuff while I help your brother stay out of trouble."

"Whatever." Violet looked at her list. "Let's see, notebooks, folders, paper, binders, pencils, and some funky-name calculator for Geometry. Sounds easy enough."

"Hey, Vi!"

"Violet!"

"Hm?" Vi looked up from her list for whoever had been calling her name.

"Over here!"

"Oh, hey Kari. Hey Sarah. What's up?"

"Just getting school stuff. Can you believe it? We're going into high school!" The teenage girls both squealed some on the 'high school.'

"I know. You've been calling me everyday for a month saying that."

"Yeah, well, we are!" Sarah squealed.

"Splendiferous."

"Sooooo, I heard you got a date!" Kari said, accenting the 't' in date.

Blush blush blush, major blush.

"W-what are you talking about!" Violet said, shoving Sarah and Kari into a different lane, out of her mother's earshot. And more importantly, Dash's.

"Oh, I knew it! Who is it?"

"KnowwhatWhatareyoutalkingabout?"

"It's all over your face!"

"Whatitis!"

Sarah was overtaken by giggles. "Can I guess?"

Dash wanted very much to know what Violet and these girls were talking about, since he had heard 'date' in there, but eavesdropping would take some ingenuity with his mother's watchful eye on him.

"Yeah, fine," Violet said, turning her attention back to her list and feeling better now that she was a little further away from her little brother and mother, neither of which officially knew about her date.

"Is it Jason?"

"No."

"Wow, that was fast. What do you hate him?"

"What are you talking about! I just said 'no' and that's it!"

"All right, all right. Hm… what about Mike?"

"Nope," Vi said, grabbing notebooks off the shelf. "I thought you said you were grabbing stuff, too."

"Well technically we're letting our mothers get it."

"Whatever."

"What about that new kid, Steven?"

"No, Sarah."

"Is he an older guy? From the high school?"

"For Pete's sake, Kari-!"

"So it's Pete?"

"Sarah!"

"Vi! Hey, Violet!"

"Hm?" Violet stood up erect. She had definitely heard someone call her name. She turned around. Low and behold, who else was running down the lane to meet up with Vi but Tony Rydinger.

"Hey Violet. What's up?" he asked upon reaching her.

"Not much. Just grabbing some stuff for school."

"That's great. Uh, well I, um, what movie did you want to see on Friday?"

"Mmm, how about that new adventure-type one. The one starring Neon Stuart (A/N random made-up name)."

Tony perked up. That's the one he'd been wanting to see. "Oh! Oh that one! Sure! That's a great idea! What time do you think?"

"Maybe you should check the listings first," Violet suggested, smiling a little.

"That…would be a good idea. I hadn't thought of that," Tony said honestly, smiling at his own stupidity. He pointed over his shoulder, "I…will go do that now. And I'll,…uh…"

"Call…" Violet aided.

"Yeah! I'll call you when I find a good time!" Tony exclaimed, blushing slightly.

"Okay."

"Talk to you later, Vi."

"Later," Violet said, watching Tony turn to go. Then she remembered who was standing behind her. Slowly she turned around to face Kari and Sarah.

Both girls' were slack-jawed, gawking after Tony. Ever so slowly, they turned their gaze from Tony, still walking down the lane, to Violet. And in unison…

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

"Shut up!"

…

"Thank you."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (inhale air) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-mfgthrg!"

"Knock it off!" Vi said, taking her hands off the girls' mouths so they could speak again.

"You're going on a date with Tony Rydinger?" Sarah squeaked.

"Be quiet!"

Dash was standing as close as he could to the lane Vi was in at this point, listening with all his might. Tony, date, and 'aaa' had been heard so far.

"You've had a crush on him forev-"

"Shut up!"

"It's true!"

"That doesn't mean you have to tell the whole stinking state!"

"I can't believe you actually asked him out. Girl, you are braver than I will ever be."

Considering I beat up machinery in my spare time. "Sarah," Vi said, rubbing her forehead, "I didn't ask him out."

"Blind date?" Kari asked. Vi hit her in the side of the head.

"Don't tell me he-" Sarah said, grinning like a banshee.

(A/N grinning like a banshee? Where'd that come from?)

Vi glared at Sarah.

"You mean- he asked you out?"

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Violet placed her hands over her ears. "Shut u-" Vi's face dropped. Someone about the size of an eleven-year-old was standing behind that pencil display. "-p. Seeyalater-Gonnabeadeathinthefamily-Bye!"

That one was fun. What you thinks so far? WELL I DON'T CARE! BWA HA HAAA! I SHALL NEVER SURRENDER! FOR I AM KUNGPOWKITTY, QUEEN OF THE BREAKDANCING MONKIES! BOW DOWN OR FEEL THE WRATH OF MY FRYING PAN! Whoa. What was in that Pop-tart?

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