The Office: The Musical
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or songs used. Yes, this is a Dunder-Mifflin musical.
It was a little more than awkward between the employees of Dunder-Mifflin Scranton the day following Casino Night. Jim had told his true feelings to Pam, Jan was in a sour mood from Michael's double date stupidity, and Creed pretty much hid from anyone who he stole chips from. Yes, it looked like today was going to be just like all the others…
…but far worse.
Jim was sitting at his desk, attempting to get some work done and to stop looking up at Pam's desk. Dwight saw papers overlapping on his desk, and immediately got his ruler out and began to shift them back on Jim's.
"Dwight, seriously man. Not today," Jim told him in an exasperated voice.
"Why not? I can't concentrate. I'm sure you'd do the same for me," Dwight said back, very matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, well I'm not obsessive compulsive," he said, giving him a lopsided, but still very mad, grin.
Dwight smiled and quite obviously hit a pile of papers on Jim's desk, knocking them on the floor on purpose. "Oops. My mistake,"
"You're picking those up."
"I am not. It's not my fault your papers were on my desk."
Jim groaned then stood up, knocking his desk chair back. He climbed up on his desk and began to sing:
Dear Dwight
Jim
Dear Dwight,
I think you want to fight,
I'm prepared to kick your butt,
Since I think your out of luck,
Dear Dwight,
I'm about to lose my head,
And for that you're surely dead,
DEAREST DWIGHT!
Jim finished the number with spirit fingers. He shook his head in disbelief and climbed back down off his desk, staring at his hands. Everyone in the office was staring at him. Even Michael, who usually only had eyes for Ryan.
Michael walked to his office door and popped his head out.
"Queer."
"Hello, Angela. Funny seeing you here in the break room the same time as me," Dwight said in a terribly fake "normal chatting" voice.
"Why hello, Dwight. I'm just buying two chocolate bars. I'm very hungry today. Are you hungry, Dwight?" she asked, slightly flirtatious.
"Hungry for some lovin'," he said while looking down at her.
"What's your problem!" Angela whispered very panicky.
"My problem is we should be together."
Suddenly, the lights shut completely off, and everyone looked up from their lunches. When they began to slowly turn on again, Dwight was in the centre of a spotlight on a table, wearing a sequined tux and holding a cane.
Happy Together
Dwight
Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together
If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together
Pam, Jim, Angela, and the rest of the break room surround the table Dwight is dancing on and begin doing synchronized swimming-esc moves and sing along
I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life
I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
SO HAPPY TOGETHER!
Everyone goes back to their tables and begins to eat their lunches as though nothing had happened. Even Jim and Pam can't help but give each other a face of disbelief.
Roy, who did not go up to dance, looked at his fiancé questionably.
"Have you been practising that?"
A/N I know that's probably the weirdest thing you've ever read, but please review and tell me how weird I am!