"Hey, Steve?" Jerry said while Steve was putting paperwork in a box. In a window, Jerry could see that the sun was starting to go down, and Michael would be there any minute.
"Oh, hello Jerry. What is it you wanted?"
"Uh, remember that thing about my pay?"
"Oh, right. The promotion. Well, did you hear about the new pizzeria?"
"Yeah."
"It's going to cost a small fortune, Jerry. I will raise your pay after we get the new building and animatronics."
"Oh yeah, me and Lisa wanted to know about those robots."
"Robots? You mean animatronics, right?"
"Yeah. How many are they going to be?"
"I believe three. A bear, a duck, and a.. uh.. cat. We're going to have a whole rock band with them, maybe we can call it 'Freddy Fazbear's Band.'"
"Freddy Fazbear? Don't you mean Fredbear?"
"No, I don't. We're changing the name. If we mimic the name of the company who makes the animatronics, they'll give them to us for half the price. Besides, its only a little change. Nobody will notice. Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria sounds better anyway."
"But.. then what will happen to the Fredbear animatronic?"
"We'll just call him a bunny. He looks like one, anyway." Just then Jerry spotted the bug pull up outside.
"I have to go. See you on Monday!"
"Goodbye, Jerry."
Jerry half jogged out of the building. He was pretty excited about the new building, and animatronics alike. A bear, a duck and a cat. He wondered if they could do more than Fredbear. All Fredbear could do was sit in a chain and say prerecorded messages. Would if they can serve customers? Maybe we can control them like in video games! I can't wait. He walked up to the bug and got in.
"Hey man. I see you weren't fired." Michael said as Jerry was putting on his seatbelt.
"Yeah! I got promoted! I mean, not really, not yet. We're changing locations! We're gonna have new robots!"
"Cool! Any arcade machines?"
"No! But robots! A duck, a bear, and a cat!"
"That's really, really cool. When are you moving?"
"I don't know, but I think it's sometime this year. Pretty cool, eh? Maybe we could go and play pool?"
"Nah, not today, man. I'm up to something."
"Well, alright. Just drive me home then." Jerry was a bit disappointed that Michael was up to something, but he figured he could just watch something on TV. Michael started driving down the street, in the direction of Jerry's house.
"Okay. How was Lisa? Did she talk about me?"
"Nah. Why don't you just talk to her in class?"
"Uh, she sort of avoids me a little. I don't know why."
"Really? Hah, thats too bad, man."
"Yeah. I don't know why."
"Oh. Maybe we could go and play pool tomorrow?"
"Man, I wish she would at least talk to me once every couple of days."
"Michael."
"Wuh... Oh yeah, maybe after I clean out the bug."
"Gosh dude, you're too obsessive over this car."
"No I'm not, man. I just really like it. I bought it with my whole life's savings, you know."
"Yeah. You said it'd be a chick magnet. Maybe it is, just it repels them!" Jerry started chuckling.
"Well, that's not funny. I got promoted at Sears."
"Oh, congrads. Are you head guard yet?"
"Nearly. I'm getting a groovy badge next Tuesday."
By this time they had arrived at Jerry's house. Jerry noticed the lights were off, meaning his father was probably out for the night. The bug pulled to a stop. Jerry was excited, and he wished Michael could come inside and watch a movie with him, and drink root beers.
"Are you sure you're not coming in?"
"Nah, I have things to attend to."
"Like what?"
"Being depressed and dreaming about Lisa."
"Aww, come inside dude."
"Okay, fine. But only for a couple minutes. Where can I park?"
"Just park in the driveway, dad won't be home until noon tomorrow, guaranteed."
"Are you sure?"
"Take my word for it."
Jerry hopped out of the car, and walked over to the driveway. Michael drove the car backwards onto the sloped driveway, figuring it would be easier to pull out that way. Michael locked the car and walked over to Jerry.
"What movies do you have? I don't wanna watch Young Frankenstein again."
"Well, the only other thing I have is the Brady Bunch, and only five episodes of it."
"Oh! I love those guys. Let's watch that."
Thirty minutes later, Jerry and Michael were in his room, watching 5 episodes of The Brady Bunch. Jerry had gotten out two bottles of root beer. They had just started the second episode, when they heard some skidding sounds outside, and a trashcan being knocked over. Michael and Jerry rushed over to the window, and they witnessed a fancy Chevy truck race down the narrow street, and proceed to drive full speed into the Porfirio's driveway. A giant crash is heard from below. A tree was blocking the window's view of the driveway, but Jerry knew what had must of happened. Michael's face went white, and eyes widened. He took a big breath and ran down stairs, still holding the root beer. Jerry ran after him.
A very confused Mr. Porfirio wandered out of the Chevy, with a bottle of beer in his hand. Michael just sort of stared at his car, in a deep state of shock. Suddenly, it seemed to hit him. His face turned an unhealthy shade of purple and he hit the stumbling father in the head with his root beer. The already half knocked out man, fell to the floor with a thunk. Jerry had watched this take place, and frankly, he was surprised at Michael's reaction. Michael was a man who would never lay a finger on a hair on anyone's head. And yet there he was, beating Jerry's dad with a bottle. Finally, after analyzing this for a while, Jerry went over and stopped to sobbing Michael from killing his dad.
"Man, he killed my car! Lemme shave his ass with this root beer! Let me go, man. He deserves this, he killed my car!"
"Come on, man. It was an accident. He obviously just didn't think you were here."
"He knew, man! He hit it! He stole a car, and attacked me, man!" Jerry had to admit, it did look as if his dad did steal the car.
"Okay, man. I'm sure he can pay for it, lets just go inside and call the police."
Really, it didn't seem like they needed to call anyone. Sierens were already heard from the city, and people were starting to leave their houses to see what the ruckus was all about. Sure enough, a police car pulled up on the sidewalk momentarily. Two policemen came out of the car with night sticks, as if they were coming to help Michael beat Jerry's father senseless.
"Whats going on here?" One of them said.
"He crushed my car, man!" Michael sobbed at them, pointing at Jerry's dad on the floor with a root beer.
Well, it took all night, but the police finally understood what had happened. They arrested both Michael and Jerry's dad. Jerry felt responsible. If he hadn't forced Michael to stay with him, there wouldn't have been an accident. Poor Michael, he must be crushed. For obvious reasons, Jerry couldn't sleep very well. He kept thinking about Michael and his dad, he hoped Michael was okay. Jerry kept telling himself that his dad could pay for Michael's car repairs. He well knew he couldn't. Jerry's dad was not a very rich man. In fact, he'd probably sell Jerry for a thousand bucks.
Damn it, why did I make Michael stay here? Now his car is crushed, and it was because of me. Why did I make him stay here with me? I hope he won't get fined for almost killing my dad. I wonder how that man is? Maybe he did kill him. That'd be horrible. I couldn't even imagine Michael killing someone.