Well, it's about time that our favorite office arrives at Disneyland. I have no clue if the Matterhorn is unsafe, but, as you will see, Dwight likes to think so. Read & review.
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Chapter 9 – The Arrival
"We're almost at Disneyland," Meredith told the camera, "I'm really excited."
"I promised Sasha I'd bring her something back from Disneyland...if we ever get there," Toby said to the camera.
"Hollywood!" Michael exclaimed, "We're passing through Hollywood! We're almost at Disneyland!"
"Sweet," Kevin said flatly.
"Creed," Angela scolded, "Slow down, you're exceeding the speed limit."
"He is not," Oscar said.
""Would you two quit your bickering?" Stanley told them, "We're almost at Disneyland, be happy."
"That's the spirit, Stanley the Manley!" Michael told him.
"Can you believe we're almost there, Pam?" Jim asked her.
"Yes," Pam replied, "It has been one long journey."
"What have been your favorite parts so far?"
Pam thought, "When we went to Denny's, San Francisco with you, and the moment that we actually get to Disneyland will be nice."
"WE'RE HERE!" Michael yelled happily at the top of his lungs, "Disneyland better get ready for the office!"
"Yes!" Andy exclaimed.
"Michael," Dwight said as Creed parked Old Bessie, "We need to assign groups."
"Aw, c'mon, Dwight," Michael objected, "This isn't third grade."
"But with groups, everyone will have a safer and more enjoyable experience," Angela told the regional manager.
Michael relented, "Alright, assign your groups, but make it snappy."
"Group one will consist of Jim, Pam, Toby, and Phyllis. Group two is Meredith, Kelly, Michael, and Andy. Group three will be Kevin, Oscar, Stanley, and Creed. Group four will be Dwight and I," Angela informed everyone.
"Question," Jim asked her, "Why are you and Dwight by yourselves?"
"Because that's just the way it worked out, Jim," Dwight replied testily.
"I got stuck with the worst possible group ever," Michael told the camera, "The drunk, the chatterbox, and the guy who punched a hole in the wall."
In the Disneyland parking lot, everyone stood outside of Old Bessie while Angela did a head count.
"Hey," Jim said to Pam, Toby, and Phyllis, "We need a group name."
"That's a good idea," Toby said.
"I have a name," Phyllis said, a grin slowly spreading across her lips, "The Matterhorns...it would annoy Dwight."
Pam nodded her head in agreement.
"Phyllis!" Jim exclaimed, "I like your thinking!"
"Dwight!" Pam told him, "Our group has a name...The Matterhorns."
"Why would you want to name your group after a ride that's unsafe? That's stupid. Well, Angela and I have a name, too," Dwight thought for a moment, "Mickey Mouse and the monkey."
"Alright everyone!" Michael said after Angela finished the head count, "Let's go! Time for Disneyland! We'll find out if it really is the best place on earth."