The shop was very large. It was very beautiful. It smelled of doughnuts and it smelled of coffee. It smelled of customers and the wonderful sweetness of sprinkles. It often had a sort of peaceful smell- as though nothing bad could happen ever again in the world. It smelled of stuff like the usual smell of a dunkin doughnuts. But mostly it smelled of coffee, for there was always coffee being given to hungry customers.

The shop was pleasantly warm in the winter when people spent most of their time indoors, and it was pleasantly cool in the summer when windows are stood wide open to the breeze. The shop had a counter with built in chair like at a bar, and checker-patterned floors, it was full of all sorts of things that you find in shops. It was the kind of shop that people go to relax. It was the kind of shop that people work at for shorten jobs. And the whole shop was own by the town of South Park.

Tweek's sleeping spot was behind the counter of the shop. The store's boss knew that it was a safe place for him.

Stan came almost every day to visit him. He found a coffee dispenser and asked him very nicely for a doughnut, and Tweek has done so. Here he sat quietly during the long afternoons thinking and listening and watching Tweek. People soon got to know him and everyone trusted him because he was so quiet and friendly. The boss did not want him to take Tweek out, and he did not allow him to get behind the counter. But he told Stan that he could sit down and watch Tweek as long as he wanted to. It made him happy just to be near him, and it made Tweek happy to know that he was sitting there, right outside his door. But he never had any fun- no walks, no rides, no swims.

One afternoon in June, when Tweek was 8 years old, he wandered around the counter. Stan had not arrived for his usual visit. Tweek stood there feeling lonely and bored.

"There's never anything to do around here," he thought. He walked slowly to the fridge to get a frozen doughnut, he was tired of doing his job for a long time.

"I'm only 8 years old and I want to quit," he said. He walked out of the counter again.

"When I'm out here," he said, "there's no place to go but in. When I'm indoors, there's no place to go but out in town."

"That's where you're wrong, my f-f-f-friend," said a voice.

Tweek looked up and saw an employee about his age with crutches. "Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Jimmy Valmer." replied Jimmy.

"I'm Tweek." he explained.

"You don't have to work at this d-d-d-d-dirty-little place," said Jimmy, who talked rather stutterly. "One of the boards is loose. P-p-p-p-p-push on it, and come on out!"

"What?" said Tweek. "Say it more clearly!"

"A-a-at the risk of repeating myself," said Jimmy, "I suggest that you come on out. It's wonderful out here."

"Did you say a board was loose?"

"Tha-tha-that I did," said Jimmy.

Tweek walked up to the counter and saw that Jimmy was right-one board was loose. He grabbed the board, shut his eyes, and pushed. The board gave way. In a minute he had opened the door and was standing on the sidewalk outside of the shop. Jimmy chuckled.

"How does it feel to have a job?" he asked.

"I like it," said Tweek. "That is, I guess I like it."

Actually, Tweek felt queer to be outside the shop, with nothing to do but work.

"Where do you think I'd better go?"

"Anywhere you l-like," said Jimmy. "Like the mall, Stan's school, anywhere you could wish to go to! The world is a wonderful place when you're young."

"I can see that," replied Tweek. He took off his apron and hat and walked all around South Park. It was beautiful. He had a great time before anyone noticed him. The mayor was the first to see him. She saw him from her office window, and she immediately shouted for the employees.

"We have an employee cutting his job!" she cried.

"Oh no," thought Tweek. "They noticed me."

Jimmy heard what happened and he started calling. "R-r-r-run to us before it's too l-l-late!" he shouted to Tweek. "Or they'll f-f-fire you."

The townspeople heard the commotion, and they started to chase him too. Even the police noticed the racket, and they started driving towards him.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," said one of the police. "Cutting from your job is just wrong!"

The news of Tweek's escape spread rapidly across South Park. Even the employees at the coffee shop realized the escape.

Tweek didn't know what to do. It seemed as though everybody was after him. "If this is what it's like to be free," he thought, "I believe I'd rather be working at the shop."

The police and firemen chased after Tweek from the other side.

"Oh god," thought Tweek. "This is way too much pressure!" He began to cry.

Jimmy took command and began to give orders. "Don't just stand there, Tweek! R-r-run to us!" cried Jimmy. "H-h-hurry up!"

The other employees shouted at Tweek to get to them fast.

"Come on!" suggested Clyde.

"You're almost there!" yelled Nathan.

"Don't let them catch you!" cried Butters.

"Watch out!" added Kyle.

"You're not too late!" shouted Kenny.

"Jump for it!" called Token.

"Don't get arrested!" yelled Scott.

"You can do it Tweek!" cried Butters.

"I'm hungry!" screamed a little girl.

Poor Tweek was dazed and frightened by the police chasing him. He didn't like to be around strangers at all. He tried to follow the instructions his friends were giving him, but he jump over a pothole in the street, and at the same time, he was crying so hard he closed his eyes so he wouldn't see the drop until Butters caught him and the police gave up chasing the boy all across South Park.

"Whew, that was scary!" Tweek said in relief.

"I'm very sorry I let you go outside the shop." Jimmy apologized.

"You could've been fired, or completely killed." replied Butters.

Tweek just sighed and said, "That's ok, I understand."

Tweek had felt sorry for his new friends and they all forgiven him. By closing time at 8 o clock, Tweek was ready for bed.

"I knew I shouldn't have gone out like I was told not too," he thought as he lay down.