I do not own The Office.

Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

Back to Micheal and Dwight.

" I think that we finally lost them, Dwight."

" I'll say you knocked over two mailboxes, ran three red lights, and almost killed an old lady. Not that she's going to live very long any way. She'll probably die in her sleep any day now."

" Dwight, please think happy thoughts no one needs a Mr. negativity in the seat next to them, and I clearly screamed watch out old bag out the window when I came near her."

" Sorry, Micheal, your right."

" Thank you, now our next and final stop is Wigs R US to get you a beautiful wig."

" Awesome, I've been looking forward to this part."

" And here it is." said Micheal as he turned right into the parking lot. In front of it was an old bricked building, with bars on the window, a hobo sleeping on a bench in front of it, and a large neon sign saying Wigs R US.

" Wow." said Dwight, " It's even better than I imagined."

" Yes, but listen Dwight I'm you know kinda wanted here because of me pushing down that old lady."

" Yeah you have like a thing against old lady's. First you push one and then you try to one one over. Did your grandmother ever beat you?"

" What? No Dwight. The point is I can't go back in this store so I brought these two walkie talkie's," and he took them out of his coat pockets, " so that we can communicate."

" Cool."

" Oh no! There's no batteries in them!" exclaimed Micheal.

" Well, I guess that we can always use our cell phone's."

Micheal did a big sigh and then said, " Fine." and Dwight entered the store.

In the store was a bald man with an eye patch over one eye at the cash register, two shelves filled with wigs, a table with a clearance sign, with about twenty wigs on it, and two very dirty mirrors hanging on the wall side by side. The room was bricked walls just like the outside and the shop smelled like rotting vegetables and fish. Then Dwight took out his cell phone and pressed a button then waited for Micheal to pick up ( of course he had Micheal on speed dial). Micheal answered after a couple of seconds.

" Okay Mi-," then Dwight took a look at the cashier," Miranda I'm in."

" Why did you call me Miranda?" asked Micheal on the phone.

" Just because."

" Okay then.... now do you see any wig that you like?"

" Hmm." and he examined the wigs on the clearance table but they all looked like they were chewed up by dogs next he moved on to the shelve's. " Hey Miranda what would you say about a pink wig?"

" No, that is too weird Dwight even for you."

" Then how about curly red wig?"

" Dwight this is Thriller not Annie."

" Oh! How about brown pigtails?"

" Perfect!"

" Good. I'll go by it then."

And Dwight walked up to the scary looking man and placed his cell phone with Micheal still on it on the counter.

" Hello sir I would like to purchase this wig."

" Who's it for." mumbled the man eyeing Dwight.

" Well... it's for my wife... my wife Miranda."

" Of course it is." and he rung up the wig and handed it to Dwight.

But then Micheal started to speak on the phone in the counter, " Dwight is that that creepy old dude at the cashier, doesn't he look like a retired pirate to you with his patch, but don't say anything bad about it he's really sensitive about it. That bonehead he-"

But Micheal didn't even have time to finish his sentence because Dwight snapped it shut and ran out of their wig in hand. When Dwight made it to the car he was all sweety and breathing hard.

" Dwight, why the hell do you look like that?"

Dwight didn't even answer he got into the car.

" Jeez," said Micheal eyeing him, " you look even worse then you did after Mose followed you to work and you had to chase him. But let's get back to the office work's almost over. Tommorow we'll rehearse in the morning, and put on the show at lunch. We'll have to get at work at 4:00 though. Are you still up for it?"

Dwight put his hand on Micheal's shoulder and said, " Your damn sure I am!"