Here's chapter 6, Car Trouble, although it might better be titled Bus Trouble. Eh, whatever. Thanks for reading.
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Chapter 6 - Car Trouble
"Michael," Angela complained, "How much longer until we get to Disneyland? I'm sick of riding on this bus."
"Well, Angela, it should be a few more days," Michael told her, "and if you're sick of riding on the bus, you and Dwight could always do other things, like –"
"That's enough!" Angela exclaimed angrily.
"I just wish everybody would stop carrying on about something that never happened," Angela told the camera.
"I," Andy said to the camera, "Cannot wait to get to Disneyland! If I have to wait much longer to ride Astro Orbiter, I might go crazy."
"I love everything in Fantasy Land," Kelly happily exclaimed to the camera, "Especially the Disney Princess Fantasy Faire."
"Beasley," Jim said to Pam, who was lying half asleep in his arms.
"Mhh, what?" Pam asked.
"Angela is sick of riding on Old Bessie."
"While that really is an interesting tidbit of information, Jim, I'd kind of like to get back to sleep," Pam told him, but she wasn't really annoyed.
Okay," Jim replied.
"Pam?" he said five minutes later.
"Yeah?" She replied sleepily.
"There's nobody I'd rather be stuck on a bus with than you."
Pam smiled, "I love being stuck on this bus with you. Night, Jim."
"Night Pam."
Kevin, who had been listening to Jim and Pam from his seat directly in front of them, giggled.
"My favorite thing at Disneyland?" Dwight replied to the camera, "I would have to say the Starcade. The Starcade is awesome. I also love Star Tours."
The next morning, Michael had Creed stop at Jack in the Box for breakfast. Kelly didn't get any more phone calls from Karen, and Dwight and Angela did not do certain things while in Old Bessie. It was pretty uneventful, until Old Bessie ran out of gas.
When it happened, they were cruising peacefully on the highway. Dwight was lecturing everyone about how the Matterhorn was unsafe. Jim, Pam, Toby, Phyllis, Oscar, Michael, Stanley and Kelly were ignoring him while Angela listened attentively.
And then it happened; they just stopped.
"Creed, my homie," Michael addressed the driver of Old Bessie, "Why'd you stop? We've gotta go, go, go!"
Creed said, "We're completely out of gas."
"That's what she said," Michael muttered unhappily.
"Creed, can you call your insurance company and have them tow us to a gas station?" Pam asked.
"I don't have insurance," Creed told her, "It's nothing but a big scheme."
"You don't have insurance?" Oscar asked, dubious.
"I knew I wasn't the only one in this office without car insurance," Meredith told the camera.
"Then there is only one thing to do," Dwight said, "We'll have to push Old Bessie to the nearest gas station. Jim, Oscar, Creed, Michael, Kevin and Toby; follow me."
"No," Michael said, "Not Toby. This is man's work. Toby is a sissy, so that makes him disqualified."
Toby sighed and sat down next to Pam.
"C'mon," Dwight told them, "We've got pushing to do."
"Michael," Jim told his boss, "I'm a sissy; too, can I stay here?"
"So am I," Kevin added.
"Shut it," Michael told them, "C'mon."
If you want to know what Pam, Jim, Kevin, and Michael's favorite things at Disneyland are, then you should review.