Chapter 8
Later that day, Michael called Dwight, Randy, and me into his office.
"I have a special top secret mission for you three," he told us, using one of his weird voices, "You guys are like, the three musketeers, and I am like, the king of France."
"What's our mission?" Randy asked excitedly.
"I want you," Michael told us, "To spy on Staples for me."
"Spy on Staples?" I asked uncertainly.
"Yes. I want you to find out details about their paper, what makes it sell so well."
"Ok," Dwight said," Question: Do you want us to just find out about the paper, or about some of their other, products, too?"
Michael rolled his eyes, "Just paper, Dwight. Now, get moving."
To: Jim Halpert Pam Beasley you. You're the best.
- Pam
After reading his email, Jim glanced up at reception and smiled. She smiled back.
Dwight, Randy and I had just left for our spying on Staples mission. Back at Dunder Mifflin, Michael stepped out of his office.
"Attention my beloved Dunder Mifflinites," he addressed his employees, with a grim look on his face, "I would just like to say that...that Roy is a jerk, because he cheated on Pam. That is all."
He retreated back into his office without a look back at his employees. if he had looked back, he would've seen Pam looking horrified, Phyllis looking stunned, Angela looking disgusted, and Kevin looking on.
Instant Message
Pam: I'm going to kill Michael.
Jim: Michael Scott is the world's biggest idiot. I'm sorry, Beasley.
Pam: Meh. Everything is going wrong today, Jim. The thing with Roy, Michael just then, and my computer solitaire game keeps freezing /.
Jim: Would playing a prank on Dwight cheer you up?
Pam: Yes!
Jim: Let's do something to his car. Or did they take it on Michael's "secret mission"?
Pam: No, they took Earl's El Camino.
Jim: Excellent.
Pam: What should we do to his car?
Jim: Ha. Let's fill it with Candy bars.
Pam: Candy bars?? Do you realize how much that would cost?
Jim: We could start a fund, ask for donations around the office...
Pam: Very funny Halpert.
Jim: In about ten minutes, meet me by the vending machines. We will further discuss this then.
Randy, Dwight, and I had just entered Staples. Dwight, mentioning for Randy and me to follow, started creeping around the isles.
"What exactly are we looking for?" I whispered to Dwight.
"Just follow my lead," he whispered back. Then, he ran up to the nearest Staples employee. Randy and I followed.
"Is your paper highly flammable? Recycled?" Dwight demanded.
"Does it come from oak trees or pine trees?" I asked.
"Is it liquid or solid?" Randy asked.
The employee looked dazed.
Jim and Pam were talking by the vending machines.
"So you don't like my idea?" Jim asked her, faking a hurt look on his face.
"It's not that I don't like it, it's just that it's impractical."
He glanced up at her, and noticed that she looked like she was about to cry. He knew she was thinking about Roy, the trouble was, he didn't know what to say to her. Pam realized that Jim was staring at her, looking so concerned. She blushed.
"How about," she said, "We fill the glove compartment of Dwight's car with soda. You know how he hates soda."
"Oh, good thinking, Beasley," Jim said, noticing that she looked a bit less upset, "C'mon, we'll both by five dollars worth of soda."
She smiled, "Ok."
After our Staples mission, we had all the necessary information to give Michael: the paper was of average flammability, it came from oak trees, and it was solid. Once we got back to Dunder Mifflin, Dwight went to his car to get something. He opened the glove compartment. It was filled with soda cans.
"JIM!" Dwight yelled.