Here is episode 2: Phyllis is Moving. Sorry for the long wait; hope you like it. The gang is now nine. They will be a bit older in each episode. After you read, please review.
Disclamer: I don't own anything related to the Office. 'Sway' belongs to The Rolling Stones.
Episode 2: Phyllis is Moving
Nine year old Jim and Pam walked over to Dwight's house to tell him the news.
"You and Phyllis are my best friends, Jim," Pam was saying, "And I'll just die if she moves away."
"It sure wouldn't be the same without her," Jim agreed as they knocked on Dwight's door. Mrs. Shrute answered. Mrs. Shrute was a tall woman with brown hair that was always pulled back into a tight bun. She had Dwight's, or rather, Dwight had her beady black eyes. Jim and Pam had an unspoken agreement that whenever Mrs. Shrute answered the door, Pam would do all the talking. Mrs. Shrute did not like Jim (or Kevin or Oscar or Toby), claiming that he was a bad influence on Dwight.
"Is Dwight here?" Pam asked.
"Dwight is obviously here, because Dwight lives here," Mrs. Shrute said matter-of-factly, "You can find Dwight in the basement."
Pam and Jim headed towards Dwight's basement-bedroom, where Dwight was listening to The Rolling Stones and reading The Lord of The Rings.
"How can you read with the music on so loud?" Jim greeted him,
"It's a skill that runs in the Shrute family," Dwight replied, "Is something wrong? Pam looks distressed."
"Phyllis might move."
"What!"
"Yeah. C'mon, meeting in Michael's bedroom."
Oscar and Kevin were hanging out at the Scranton Swimming Pool. Oscar was swimming and Kevin was sitting at the edge of the pool with his feet in the water.
"So I can see all the girls in their bikinis," Kevin explained to Oscar, "It'll be awesome."
Oscar just shrugged. Sometimes he didn't understand his best friend.
Angela stood near the entrance of the pool, looking for Kevin and Oscar. She soon spotted them.
"Kevin," She said, rolling her eyes, "You're looking at the girls again, aren't you?"
Kevin stuck his tongue out at her, "Are you here just to bother me, or for some other purpose?"
"Some other purpose."
The gang, with the absence of Phyllis, was gathered in Michael's bedroom.
"This is serious, Phyllis might move!" Toby exclaimed.
"Yeah," Michael agreed with Toby for once, "Threat level midnight!"
"There has to be a way we can stop Phyllis from moving," Kevin said, "There just has to."
"Hey," Jim said slowly, "Maybe there is."
The group of friends huddled together as Jim gave out instructions.
"Battle stations," Jim whispered to his buddies. It was two days later. A realtor was showing Phyllis' house to potential buyers. They were going to make sure no one wanted to buy Phyllis' house.
Michael, Meredith, and Kevin set out to riding their bikes, being as loud and rowdy as possible. Pam, Oscar, Angela, Toby and Jim would be inside the house, doing their best to dissuade anyone from buying it. Last but not least, Dwight would sit in his bedroom and blast his music at full volume, helping to create a negative atmosphere.
"Well, Mrs. Sharpe," the realtor was saying, "As you can see-"
"DID YOU EVER WAKE UP TO FIND
A DAY THAT BROKE UP YOUR MIND
DESTROYED YOUR NOTION OF CIRCULAR TIME
ITS JUST THAT DEMON LIFE HAS GOT YOU IN ITS SWAY
ITS JUST THAT DEMON LIFE HAS GOT YOU IN ITS SWAY
AINT FLINGING TEARS OUT ON THE DUSTY GROUND
FOR ALL MY FRIENDS OUT ON THE BURIAL GROUND
CANT STAND THE FEELING GETTING SO BROUGHT DOWN"
The realtor was inturupted by Dwight's music, and before she could say anything more, Mrs. Sharpe walked away, annoyed.
"Hey lady!" Jim shouted. A lady in her late fifties turned to face him.
"What can I do for you, young man?" She replied. She was not overly friendly and had a long, pointed nose. She reminded Jim of Dwight's mother.
"I just thought you'd like to know, this place used to have termites."
"Termites?" She looked apalled.
"Oh yeah." Pam chimed in, "Real bad ones."
"Hmm."
A few minutes later, she left.
Pam gave Jim a thumbs up sign. He grinned in return.
Outside, things were just as chaotic. People simply took one look at Kevin, Merideth, and Michael and left.
"Outa my way!!" Michael yelled at a little girl who was headed toward the house with her mother as he zoomed by on his bike.
"Beat it!" Merideth yelled at anyone who crossed her path.
Kevin didn't say anything, but just rode around on his bike, getting in the way of all prospective buyers of Phyllis' house.
At the end of the day, the Lapins returned. The realator was in distress.
"Mr. Lapin!" She angily adressed Phyllis' father, "Never, in all my years in this business... – you should take your house off of the market immediately. No one in their right mind would buy it."
With that, she left.
Mr. and Mrs. Lapin looked puzzled, but eventually decided it would be best to stay in Scranton. Jim's plan had worked; Phyllis wasn't moving after all.