Here is the next episode, 'Oskar Gets a Job', as one of my reviewers... well, predictably guessed right... though how it comes into play, you'll see! Anyway, enjoy!

I sighed for a bit as I flipped through the James Bond pages. I smiled as I kept getting lost in the pages... it was almost like a dream, getting lost in the pages of one of your favorite book series. I would have been digging deep into the book... had it not been for the fact I heard footsteps coming up to Arnold's room. I quickly put the book away as I gave a small smile. There was Arnold, dressed in his usual attire, coming in as he sighed. "Hey, Rhonda. Hope you're not getting too bored."

"Oh, don't worry, buddy. I'm finding ways to entertain myself." I said as I was now polishing my own nails.

"Well, I'm going down to get my laundry in. If you want, you can help me out." Arnold said.

"Uh, no thanks, buddy." I said, blowing on my nails. "You know how nails gets. I don't want them messy."

"Of course, Rhonda." Arnold said. "I'll meet you back in a few minutes, maybe we can plan to go the arcade or something."

"Okay, that sounds cool." I smiled as Arnold was about to head downstairs. I then thought of something that I read in a book the other day as I decided to ask. "Hey, quick question. What does ennui mean?"

Arnold shrugged. "I don't know."

I frowned. "Why do you think we go to school?"

"For a good education." Arnold shrugged. He then proceeded to go downstairs to do his laundry.

I sighed as I decided to keep polishing my nails, since I was still going at it. A few minutes later, after I blew on the paint on the nails, I saw Arnold coming in.

"Hey." I smiled.

"Hey." Arnold sighed. "You would not believe what I saw Mr. Kokoshka attempting to do."

"What's that?" I raised an eyebrow.

"He's been trying to get into the quarter box in the washing machines in an attempt to get money." Arnold said.

I sighed. "That Mr. Kokoshka. To think, he used to be a respectable... actually, never mind, he was always lazy."

"Yeah..." Arnold said. "He's become very desperate for money, he really seems to want it. I suggested he should probably get a job."

I sighed. "Buddy, no offense, but we ALL know Mr. Kokoshka. Every one in the boarding house and our friends KNOW about Mr. Kokoshka. There's no changing the guy. He's lazy! The end. Buh-bye!"

"Still, I want to at least help him out. He really seems to want to look for a job." Arnold said. "Starting tomorrow, we're going out to look for one. If you want, you can help me."

I sighed. "There's no use trying to convince Mr. Kokoshka, but all right, if you can somehow work your magic... I'll help."

"All right." Arnold smiled. "Anyway, my laundry'll be done in... at least an hour and a half, I'll be back in a half-hour to put them in the dryers. We can go out afterwards."

"Sounds cool, buddy." I nodded as Arnold pulled out a little board game.

"Want to play Snakes and Ladders until that time?" Arnold asked.

"Sure." I nodded as I sat down next to him at the board. "I could use something to pass the time."

And so, me and Arnold had a good time with our board game for the hour and a half (with a few minutes inbetween so that Arnold could check his laundry) we had, then we decided to go to the arcade once he was done with his laundry. There, we met up with Gerald as we decided to catch up on our Thanksgivings thus far.

"You didn't actually go with your parents?" Gerald asked as me, him and Arnold were at the arcade, playing a few games.

"Unfortunately." I shrugged. "But that's fine. Thanksgiving over at Arnold's was... really interesting, to say the least."

"Really?" Gerald raised an eyebrow. "I heard that Thanksgivings over at Arnold's were... unique from him."

"Oh, I'll just leave it at the fact that... they are. They certainly are." I said.

"Dang, man." Gerald turned to Arnold as he nodded.

"Well, I'm with Arnold for the weekend, just until my parents return, so we're going to hang out together until then." I explained.

"You're welcome to hang with us as well, whenever you want, Gerald." Arnold smiled.

"Might just might do that." Gerald nodded.

"Oh, uh, Gerald, real quick question." I started as Gerald turned to me. "What does ennui mean?"

Gerald rolled his eyes. "Boredom from the lack of a job."

"DING DING DING DING DING! You're absolutely correct!" I smiled, though I didn't really know what the definition was. "School taught you pretty well."

Gerald rolled his eyes. "You didn't know what it was, and just ask so that you want to know if you're always right, weren't you?"

"What? I knew the answer." I said, as if denying it.

Well, needless to say, we had fun for the rest of the day.

The next day, Saturday, me and Arnold were with Mr. Kokoshka at the kitchen table as Arnold was looking through jobs in the newspaper.

"I really appreciate you doing this for me, Arnold." Mr. Kokoshka sighed in relief. "Hopefully you can find me a job that's really good. Make sure it's a job that doesn't require any work and pays a lot, and has a beautiful secretary, huh?"

I glared. "Mr. Kokoshka, you are the laziest man in the world. If there was a world record for that, you would be in the picture of it."

"Hey Arnold, did you have to bring her along? She doesn't quite motivate confidence." Mr. Kokoshka groaned.

"Do you want to get a job?" Arnold asked.

"I do, I do!" Mr. Kokoshka nodded.

"Very well." Arnold said. "Did you work on your resume, like I asked?"

"Here it is." Oskar smiled as he handed me the resume. "It took a little time and some help from Suzie... well, okay, maybe MOST help from Suzie, but I got it working."

I read through his qualifications. "You didn't graduate PAST the eighth grade?"

Oskar chuckled nervously. "I travelled a lot. Cross country."

"Okay, well, we can rule out most of the jobs that require a college education." I sighed as Arnold crossed out a lot of jobs.

Arnold looked around. "Oh, here's a job that could fit your qualifications, Mr. Kokoshka. How about... doing phone surveys?"

Mr. Kokoshka shook his head frantically. "Uh, no no no. Bad idea. Just trust me on this. At a younger age, I actually HAD done something in the form of doing phone surveys at one time. I earned zero pay, and eleven police officers stormed the house I lived in. Needless to say, I'm banned from doing telemarketing."

"Okay, how about this, then? The job is at night, but it does pay good." Arnold nodded.

I looked over. "Men's bathroom attendant?"

"What?" Mr. Kokoshka frowned. "Do I look like a men's bathroom attendant to you?"

"No, you look like a Scrubbing Bubble. With a five o'clock shadow." I frowned.

Arnold sighed as he looked around. "I don't know what to do..."

"Oh, that's too bad, Arnold, but hey, you tried." Mr. Kokoshka sighed.

Arnold then looked over the paper, and smiled. "Maybe not! I think I may have the perfect job for you!"

"Really?" Mr. Kokoshka asked as I looked over the paper.

"Of course!" I smiled. "A very majestic title, too. Sounds like a superhero. Paper Boy!"

"Paperboy?" Mr. Kokoshka paused. "I don't know, you think they'll take me."

"Only one way to find out." Arnold said as he got up. "Come on, the paper says to apply in person."

Mr. Kokoshka nodded as he and I decided to follow.

Over at the newspaper delivery building, I was sitting down with Arnold and Mr. Kokoshka, as they were discussing with the main man behind the desk on the qualifications of delivering newspapers as Arnold did most of the talking, with Mr. Kokoshka inserting some commentary of his own... mostly, it was just him asking, "How many sick days do I get?", but nobody paid attention to that.

"Okay, he's got the job." The man said. "I may be making a big mistake, but we need all the carriers we can get. Listen up. You pick up the papers at four AM each morning. Bundle them, and deliver them to the addresses below by six AM sharp."

"That's great!" Arnold smiled in delight as he took the approved paperwork as he started to drag Mr. Kokoshka off.

I nodded as I muttered, "I bet he can do TWO paper routes in under THOSE two hours..."

The next night, I heard Arnold's alarm clock going off at quarter past four. I groaned as I got up from Arnold's couch as I saw Arnold getting up. "Arnold, is it necessary for you to set your alarm at this time?"

"Sorry. I just want to check on Mr. Kokoshka's progress, to see where he goes." Arnold whispered.

I yawned a bit as Arnold went to check the windows... he frowned. "Uh-oh. There's a problem."

"Let me guess, Mr. Kokoshka is not up and doing his new job." I sighed. "He's lazy, Arnold. What did you expect?"

"But he has to do his job!" Arnold said. "We better go see what's up."

"We?" I frowned, but the touch of Arnold grabbing my hand instantly got me up in the good way as I smiled, "Okay, good point. Let's just get dressed first."

Pretty soon, in separate rooms, we got into our regular clothes as I joined up with Arnold near Mr. Kokoshka's room. Arnold quickly knocked on the door as we both waited for Mr. Kokoshka to answer. Mr. Kokoshka yawned as he opened the door. "Yes, what is it?"

"Mr. Kokoshka, it's a quarter after four. The newspapers?" Arnold asked.

"The new job that you just got yesterday?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, right... uh, listen, Arnold... and Arnold's friend, I can't work today! I got sick last night." Mr. Kokoshka tried to explained.

"Oh, really?" I said as I had my cell phone turned on in my pocket.

"Yeah, real sick. I got the, uh, Chinese stomach flu! It's really bad." Mr. Kokoshka groaned.

"Really, REALLY bad?" I asked as I pulled out my phone.

"Ye- what are you doing?" Mr. Kokoshka asked.

"Well, if it's really bad, I find no reason to call 911." I said as I started dialing a nine. "Now, is it really, really, REALLY bad?"

Oskar blinked nervously. "Yes?"

I dialed a 1 on my phone. "Really, really, really, REALLY bad?"

Mr. Kokoshka gulped nervously. "Does this require a..."

"Is it REALLY bad, so bad you want to keel over like a dog?" I said as I was waving my finger around the 1 button. "Answer truthfully."

"Did I say Chinese stomach flu?" Mr. Kokoshka asked. "I meant... uh... I threw out my back last night!"

Arnold was looking up in concern as I said, "I'm sure the car or whatever you're driving will relax your back. Even if you feel your back hurting, you should probably wear a back brace. Besides, you are driving around a route and throwing papers. Doesn't require bending over and picking something up. Maybe a couple of personal deliveries to the doorstep or a mailbox, but that's it."

"Well... uh..." Mr. Kokoshka tried to think up another excuse. "How about... I can't do it today because... I want you... to do it?"

"What?" Arnold frowned. "Mr. Kokoshka!"

"I knew it." I sighed. "You're too lazy to handle the job. I guess we could... and I guess this means we take YOUR paycheck, since we're doing ALL the work!"

Mr. Kokoshka stared in shock at that last part. "Okay, you make a convincing argument. Let me just get dressed."

"You have exactly three minutes." I said, putting my phone to a timer as Mr. Kokoshka shut the door.

As I started the timer, Arnold turned to me. "How did you know?"

"Buddy, I can tell when people are easily lying." I laughed. "Best thing mom and dad taught me... always study any and all suspicious characters, even if they're ones you trust, because you never know when one person could lie."

"Well, I'm glad you saw through it..." Arnold sighed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, Arnold, but if he really wants to work, he had to not be a bum or a loser!" I rolled my eyes.

Arnold sighed. "I guess I can see that Oskar is who he is... I know there's no way to change him, but I want to at least try."

I sighed as I looked at my phone.

"Ten... nine... eight..." I counted down from my phone as we waited by the door. Mr. Kokoshka then immediately ran out, all dressed up.

"Okay, I'm ready to work!" Mr. Kokoshka smiled.

"Seven seconds early. Not bad." I said as I pointed towards the phone.

"Problem is... I'm not much known around these roads. I truly don't." Mr. Kokoshka sighed.

"Well... can you drive? Or at least ride a bike?" I sighed.

"Drive? Not exactly. But I at least rode a bike at least a few times." Mr. Kokoshka explained. "It's been a while, but..."

I sighed. "Okay, we'll help you, but only for the first day! Afterwards, you are on your own!"

"Okay, okay..." Mr. Kokoshka yelped as he turned to Arnold. "Arnold, your friend here is a scary mistress."

Arnold shrugged. "What can I say? She makes valid arguments."

Pretty soon, all three of us were on bikes as we were helping Mr. Kokoshka out in the route. Mr. Kokoshka smiled as he threw his first paper near the doorstep. "Say, this job is not bad."

"See, nothing too hard about this." Arnold said as I was reading the map, whilst riding my bike.

"I think this is the one, yeah... no, no, no!" I shook my head as Mr. Kokoshka was about to throw the paper. "Uh, yeah, yeah, this is the one... no, no, wait! Might be this one? No, no... oh wait, yes, yes, this is the one! Throw it, Mr. Kokoshka, now, now!"

Mr. Kokoshka then threw the paper... as I paused. "Oh, whoops."

Arnold and Mr. Kokoshka looked at me as Arnold asked, "What do you mean, 'whoops'?"

I sighed. "Wrong house."

"Again?" Mr. Kokoshka frowned as he got out of his bike to fetch the newspaper.

"Hey, I'm not usually used to these streets!" I sighed. "It's a little dark out!"

Pretty soon, we were doing a good job at leading Mr. Kokoshka in the right direction, throwing papers and leading him in the right direction.

"It's so exhausting..." Mr. Kokoshka groaned.

"We're almost done." I said as I looked at the map. "Just a couple more to go... and they're both on this street."

"Good..." Mr. Kokoshka sighed as we turned left.

Pretty soon, we were at the final house as Mr. Kokoshka collapsed. I sighed. "Typical. Falls at the last newspaper."

"Well, at least he did his job." Arnold said as Mr. Kokoshka groaned, holding up a newspaper.

"Well, I'll take this one. But you're on your own for the rest of your job." I said as I picked up the newspaper.

"Thanks... Arnold's friend..." Mr. Kokoshka groaned.

I sighed as I walked towards the house and inserted the paper into the mailbox. I sighed as I was about to turn when I heard the door open, I heard a bit of a cracky, but very familiar voice from behind me. "Finally. About freaking time."

Maybe she didn't say the word 'freaking', but it sounded like it to my ears.

"Rhonda?"

I yelped as I turned to see Sharlene in a yellow bathrobe and her black hair in curlers. "Oh... Sharlene... I didn't know this was your place."

Sharlene coughed a bit before I heard her natural voice. "Yeah... live alone. Good housing, good spot to relax... anyway, you're our new paperboy?"

I sighed. "We prefer the term, paperperson, it's gender neutral, and no, I'm not. The guy getting up on his bike is. I'm just doing this because he collapsed. Me and my friend are just going back to the boarding house right now..."

"Boarding house? I tho-" Sharlene gasped. "Oh my God, you and your family are poor!"

"What? We're not poor!" I sighed. "I'm just staying over at my friend's place, which happens to be at a boarding house, on Thanksgiving weekend, while my parents are in Paris. They're picking me up tonight."

"Oh... oh, okay." Sharlene nodded as she went down to my level. I don't think she believed me, because she said, "Listen, Rhonda, if you or your family need a crying shoulder to lean on, I can be there for you. Just name the price."

"Sharlene, my family and I aren't poor!" I groaned.

Sharlene smiled as she patted my head. "There, there, Rhonda. May my friend have mercy on your soul."

Sharlene then picked up her newspaper as she said, "Well, br."

Sharlene then walked inside her house as I groaned. I don't know why Sharlene thinks I'm poor!

I sighed as I got back on the bike as I looked over. "Sharlene just saw me deliver her newspaper. She thinks our family is poor!"

Arnold shook his head. "Rhonda, if your family is poor, I'm a monkey's uncle. Besides, you're a really rich family. I doubt you're going to be broke any time soon."

I laughed. "I know, buddy."

"Well, are we done?" Mr. Kokoshka asked.

"We're done." I nodded.

As we went into the boarding house, Mr. Kokoshka sighed as he went into the table. "You know what... despite all the troubles I went through, this newspaper route isn't too bad. At least I did it..."

"And you can do well again, without our help." I smiled.

"Yeah." Arnold smiled. "It's not really as bad as you may think. Keep working at it, and maybe you'll get more than enough money."

"I certainly hope so." Mr. Kokoshka sighed. "Now, I better get to relaxing."

"Good idea, Mr. Kokoshka." Arnold nodded. "You earned it."

As Mr. Kokoshka went upstairs, Arnold smiled as he looked towards me. "Well, it's a Sunday morning, and the winds are probably right. Think we should fly kites?"

I nodded. "All right. Something to do until my parents get home and pick me up."

And so, me and Arnold had a little fun, flying kites and hanging out for the rest of the day.

Pretty soon, my parents had arrived as I picked up my things. "See you on Tuesday, Arnold!"

Arnold just waved at me as I went inside as I looked over to my parents as my mom asked me, "So, honey, how has your weekend been?"

I smiled towards them as I said, "It was really good... though it wasn't the same without you guys."

"Same for us, sweetheart." My dad smiled as he looked towards me, with a warm smile. "Same for us."

I sighed. It felt nice being with my parents. It just... gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling, you know?

And there's episode ninety-three! How do you like it? Anyway, read, review, criticize and suggest, folks!