Chapter 4- Partners in Crime
Author's Note- Hey everybody! I'd like to say thank you very much to Crentist, who was my only reviewer last chapter. Your review was very kind and yeah, I know a lot of you are waiting for the high school chapters but…we'll get there soon! After a few more chapters, I think. Since I only got one review last chapter, I would appreciate it if you guys would review a little more often…I mean I don't think the story's that bad. In this chapter, Jim and Pam are nine and in fourth grade. Here's the chapter, enjoy!
"Are you sure we won't get in trouble, Jim?" Pam asked, as she put the Jell-O molds back into her backpack.
"Well, I'm pretty sure and if we do…well, I'll say it was all my idea," Jim replied, as he put their creations back into Mrs. Scully's desk.
"Nah, we can share the blame. After all, it's going to be pretty cool if we can pull this off," Pam said, with a grin. Jim was the master prankster in their grade and she sometimes assisted him. He only got in trouble sometimes, a few calls home here and there. But most of the teachers thought Jim was a good kid that knew how to push people's buttons.
Jim glanced at the classroom clock and then back at his best friend. "We should go back outside right now, we don't want Mrs. Scully to find us," Jim suggested.
"Okay," Pam responded. They closed the desk drawers, shut off the lights, and locked the door. Jim had gotten them in the room by jimmying the lock with a paper clip. The pair quickly made their way down the hall, slinking around like spies in their favorite cartoons.
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Mrs. Scully's class of rambunctious fourth graders made their way into the classroom after lunch recess. The kids filed into the coat room and dried their shoes off from the spring mud. The students were all seated at their desks after a few minutes, Pam and Jim sat beside each other, luckily. "How long do you think before she notices?" Pam asked.
"I don't know, hopefully a few minutes," Jim answered, wearing a mischievous smile that matched Pam's own.
"Okay class, settle down. We're going to be working on math for the afternoon, so take out your folders and homework from last night," Mrs. Scully said.
"Did you do the homework?" Jim asked, hopefully. Jim almost never did his homework unless it was a project or worth a lot of points.
"Yeah, but you need to hurry and get the answers before she gets to our row," Pam said. She slid her worksheet halfway onto Jim's desk and made sure half was still on hers, so that it wouldn't be obvious that they were copying.
"Thanks," Jim muttered, as he began scribbling the answers down on his sheet.
The classroom chatter started up again as the kids pulled their homework out. "Children, just because I've stopped talking, doesn't mean you can start," Mrs. Scully scolded. "Let me just get the lesson out and a pencil, so that we may begin." As the teacher bent down and started to open her top desk drawer, Jim and Pam exchanged glances. Jim began a countdown with his fingers and Pam had to stifle a laugh. Just as he reached one, it came. "What is this?!" Mrs. Scully yelled, holding up a stapler floating in Jell-O on a plate along with her checking pen and coffee mug.
The whole class burst into fits of giggles, they all knew it had to be the work of Jim. Jim and Pam laughed the hardest and high-fived each other. "This is awesome, it even beats the dead bees from last week," Jim whispered.
"Who did this? I can assure you'll be sorry. Whoever is the mastermind behind this juvenile prank will be in big trouble. This isn't funny," the teacher snapped, she was looking at Jim the whole time. Of course, nobody came forward.
"James Halpert, did you do this?" she asked, suspiciously.
"No, ma'am," Jim replied, biting his lip to keep from laughing.
"Did you have help?" Mrs. Scully asked, eyeing Pam.
"I didn't do it but whoever did probably needed help. I mean because this obviously the greatest prank ever," Jim replied. He looked at Pam, Pam was mouthing 'we're dead.'
"James Halpert and Pamela Beesly please go down to the main office," Mrs. Scully ordered, losing her patience.
Jim and Pam got up from their seats and shuffled out the door. "Boy, was she mad," Pam exclaimed.
"I know! I think when she's mad, she gets even fatter," Jim said, as they strolled down the hall.
"I think you're right. I just hope I don't get grounded so that we can still hang out," Pam said.
"Yeah, that would stink."
"It was an awesome prank though."
"We're here," Jim said, pulling the door open for the two of them. They entered the office, Mrs. Lockwood, the secretary sat behind the front desk.
"Here to see Mrs. Gaffery?" she asked, she knew Jim and had seen Pam a few times before.
"Yeah," they said, in unison.
"Go right in," Mrs. Lockwood replied, motioning towards the door.
They entered Mrs. Gaffrey's office, she was the principal. And in Jim's opinion she and Mrs. Scully were the worst teachers in the world. "Mrs. Scully sent us," Jim explained, as they both took a seat.
"Surprise, surprise," Mrs. Gaffrey said, her words dripping with sarcasm. "What did you do this time, Jim? And I assume you had help?" she asked, motioning to Pam.
"Yeah, Pam helped me. But…we didn't really do anything wrong," Jim answered.
"Mm-hmm," Mrs. Gaffrey looked at her computer screen. "In her email to me that she sent just moments ago, Mrs. Scully told me her side of the story. I quote 'Jim Halpert and Pam Beesly have once again caused a disruption in my classroom. Today after we arrived from lunch, I asked the students to get out their math supplies. While they were doing that, I opened my desk drawer to get my own things. To my horror, I found that three of my personal items had been put in Jell-O. My stapler, checking pen, and favorite coffee mug were floating in blue Jell-O on a plate. I asked Jim if he did this and he said no but did say whoever did probably needed help. I know they did this. Please punish them accordingly.' So you're telling me, that you two had nothing to do with this?"
"Absolutely not," Jim said, while Pam nodded.
Their teacher decided to take a different approach to get the kids to confess. "Well, that's a bummer. Whoever did this must be really talented and you guys are obviously not talented enough for this type of joke," Mrs. Gaffrey said, smiling.
"Actually," Pam started, she looked at Jim for approval, he urged her to go on. "Jim and I did do it."
Mrs. Gaffrey sighed; she knew they were the culprits. "Kids, this is unacceptable behavior. It's not appropriate to break into your teacher's things and put them in Jell-O. How did you even do this?" she asked.
"Well, actually the whole plan was very top-secret but I think I can tell you. Pam and I went during recess and unlocked the classroom door with a paper clip, to get in. Then we basically put the items we stole yesterday back in her desk. We basically just upgraded her supplies," Jim explained, beaming at his accomplishment.
"You guys can't keep doing these antics; you'll keep getting in trouble. As a result of your actions, I'm going to have to call both of your parents," Mrs. Gaffrey said. "You guys can go now, and Jim?" The young boy turned his head. "Don't rope Pam into being partners in crime again."
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Sent from: Pam Beesly, 4:34 PM, Thursday, April 29th
To: Jim Halpert
Subject: Grounded!
Hi Jim-
I still can't believe we're both grounded until Sunday, at least it's Thursday already. My mom said I'm not allowed to hang out with you until then or talk to you on the phone…can you believe it? All because of one epic prank!
-Pam
Sent from: Jim Halpert, 5:12 PM, Thursday, April 29th
To: Pam Beesly
Subject: New Idea
Hey Pam-
I miss hanging out with you after school already and my parents grounded me for the same things too. At least we have email. So, I was thinking for next week…maybe some still-alive goldfish on top of Mrs. Scully's keyboard?
-Jim
So… what did you think? I hope you liked it and please review! The next chapter will be coming soon, promise! They'll probably be like eleven or twelve in the next chapter. R&R!
