And here is Chapter 3. Joy makes and appearance and has a few witty lines. Hope you are liking this story so far.

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Chapter 3

Randy and I were almost done with our packing, but we still had a little bit left. We were just finishing up when there was a knock on our hotel door.

"I'll get it," Randy said. He opened the door, "Hi Joy."

"Hey," Joy stepped inside, "Earl, is it true that you and your dim witted brother are going to work for some paper company in Transylvania that nobody's hear of?"

"Dunder Mifflin is in Pennsylvania, Joy," I corrected her.

"You say Tomayto, I say Tomahto," She quipped, "Pennsylvania, Transylvania – same thing, Earl. And you didn't answer my question."

"Yeah, me and Earl are gonna go," Randy told her, "It's for Earl's list. He threw a water balloon at a guy named Dwight Shrute."

"Well, do ya think you could take a break from that stupid idiot list of yours and come over to the Crab Shack?" Joy impatiently asked.

"Um, sure," I told her, "C'mon Randy."

The three of us got into the El Camino and I drove over to the Crab Shack. When we got there, Joy opened the door, and she, Darnel, Catalina, Ralph, Kenny, Willie the One-Eyed Mailman, and everyone else yelled, "SURPRISE!"

"Well," Joy told Randy and me, "Did you dummys really think that we'd let you go to Transylvania to work for some stupid paper company without throwing you a going away party?"

"Let's get this party started!" Ralph yelled.

Darnel put some money into the jukebox, and the song must have been It Takes Two, because Randy said,

"Oh no you didn't! You didn't just go old school!"

and stared dancing. Later on, Catalina danced with him.

"Hey Earl," Darnel asked later on, well into the party, "Are you gonna get drunk enough to break dance?"

"Sorry Crab Man," I said, "I can't. I've got to drive me and Randy to Scranton in the El Camino tomorrow."

"Have…fun…in…Scranton," Willie said mechanically.

All in all, it was a great party.

……..

The alarm clock went off really early the next morning – too early, if you ask me. But Randy and I had to be at Dunder Mifflin by 9:00. So I got out of bed.

"Randy," I woke my brother up, "Wakey, wakey, --"

"I'm coming," Randy said groggily. He isn't really a morning person.

Once Randy finally got up, we loaded all our stuff into the back of the El Camino and drove off to Scranton. I knew it would be an eventful day, and I hoped I would soon be able to cross Dwight off my list.