The sequel to Take This Job and Genderbend It, and the genderbend retelling of the episode of the same name.


Another work day at the Galleria Mall.

"I understand now!" June said in awe. "It's like looking into the heart of the universe, and finding only, like, your own soul. And it's yellow!" She was looking at the lemon juicer. Casey is standing behind her, waiting for her to move so he could get some work done.

Just then, a bratty little girl named Susie comes by and shoots Casey on the face with her ball gun.

"Ow!" Casey yelled.

"Gotcha, lemonhead!" Susie yelled, and snickered evilly.

"Nice shot, dudette." June complimented.

"Thanks." Susie replied.

Casey picked up the balls. "You're so never getting these back, you little bi-"

"Ahem." replied Susie's rather handsome father. He's tall, has slick auburn hair, brown eyes, and a goatee; he wears a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, slacks, and nice shoes.

Casey smiles nervously. "Here you go." He hands the balls over, and father and daughter walked off. As they leave, Susie blows a raspberry at Casey before firing one last shot on his head.

Casey groans as he leans on the counter, "God, my life sucks. I live in a lemon. There's no brown paper bag big enough to hide my shame."

"I hear ya, bro." June said. "I mean, working at Stick It looks easy, but–whoa. Wait a second...it is easy!"

Wendy shows up, with a coffee in her hand. Her eyes are wide, her hair is messy, her glasses a little crooked, and she looks very stressed.

"One more day. Just one more day." Wendy droned.

"What's with him?" Casey wondered.

June shrugs, so she goes over to her friend to find out, inadvertently startling Wendy. "Dudette, you look terrible."

"There's a sale on pop songs this week. All week!" Wendy then sips her coffee.

"That doesn't sound so bad." Casey said.

"You don't understand. All they've been playing is pop music. I've had discussions about old school pop vs. new pop, and I'm starting to form... an opinion."

"Dudette, no!" June said aghast.

"Dudette yes!" Wendy said upset. She notices June was staring at her CD player, so she grabs the headphones before June could get her hands on them. "Don't touch that! It's therapy."

"Chill, girl." June puts the headphones on and hears only static. "I don't hear anything."

"White noise. It clears your mind of all music, the way sorbet cleanses the pallet."

"Dude." June said all relaxed.

"I think you should take that away from her." Casey tells Wendy. "We don't want her to accidentally erase any more brain cells." Casey pointing at June's head.

"If I hear 'Party Baby' one more time, I'm gonna full-on lose it! I'm serious! No middle ground." Wendy warned

"How many coffees have you had today?" Casey asked.

"Three. Not counting this." Wendy holds up the coffee she's holding right now. "I didn't get any sleep last night. I was afraid to have the dream again."

"What dream?"

"The one I got from listening to that new pop song about cheerleaders. I was being chased by this blonde cheerleader who thinks I'm the one who stole her boyfriend, and she and her squad are coming to kick my aaaAAAAAAHHHH!" She notices a trio of snooty cheerleaders on the other side of the food court. Wendy quickly grabs her headphones and run, accidentally hitting June's face with the CD player.

"What's the rush, girl?" June asked the fleeing Wendy. Then she stares at Casey. "You look familiar. What's your name again?"

Casey rolls his eyes. He and June then went to find Wendy, and Casey leads her back to the Big Squeeze. The two sit down together at their table while Casey gets Wendy to calmly sit down.

"It was just a dream, Wendy. Cheerleaders aren't out to get you." Casey comforting a twitching Wendy.

Jerry then came rushing over. "I need a lemon whip. Fast!" he said while looking at the time on his cellphone.

"I'm on it!" Casey rushes behind the counter.

"Man, if I'm late, I'm toast!" Jerry said worriedly.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Nick shows up and sits at his usual seat.

"Hey Nick!" Casey greeted back.

Nick ignores him. "So what's with you?" he asked Jerry.

"I'm just a little tense about work." Jerry said.

"Coach kicking your ass again?" June asked as she returned.

"She's like this psycho prison guard! I just got off probation, and if I'm late, I'll go right back on!" Jerry said.

"But you're the best worker, like, ever!" Casey complimented.

"Yeah, dude, really!" Nick said, mocking Casey.

"I'm just trying to–" Casey was cut off when Nick holds up his pointer finger in a 'don't speak' gesture. Annoyed, Casey returns the gesture.

"Sooo, what are you on probation for?" Wendy asked.

"I folded some sweatshirts instead of hanging them on the rack." Jerry explained.

"And you didn't get jail time?" Wendy snarked.

"Here, try this." Casey hands Jerry his order. Jerry takes a swig and immediately spits it out.

"This sucks!" Jerry complained.

"Sorry dude, I haven't exactly gotten to lemon whips in the manual yet." Casey said.

Josie arrives, dressed like an old-timey carnival barker. "Ladies, gentlemen, one and all, the Ringmaster is here."

"Nice outfit." Nick quipped, giving her a thumbs-up.

"Like it?" Josie asked, adjusting her hat.

"Like it? You look ridiculous." Nick stated.

"Insult me all you like. I know you want me." Josie remarked. Then she noticed how gloom the rest of the group are. "What's with the long faces?"

"Work sucks!" The rest of the gang shouted in unison.

"I know." Josie agreed. "I feel your pain, and I have come to the rescue. You're looking at the newest staff member of the Galleria Mall Amusement Park."

"Cool!" June said.

"June!" Josie said. She and June hi-five each other.

"Great. And I have to spend the afternoon hiding from cheerleaders." Wendy snarked.

"Do you, though? Take a day off, and I'll sneak you into the amusement park for an all-expenses paid mental health day!" Josie said.

"You can do that?" Casey asked eagerly.

"Oh, yeah. There's a side door. I can sneak you all in." Josie said.

"It'd be better than working." Nick said.

"I'm in." Wendy said.

"And anything would be better than another minute in a giant lemon." Casey said, gestures at the giant lemon he's in.

"HELL NO!" The gang looks at Jerry, shocked. "There's no way I'm calling in sick and going to the amusement park."

"Why not?" Nick asked.

"Weren't you listening? I just got off probation! If I get caught, I might get fired!" Jerry stated.

"That's not so bad. It happens to me every day." Jose said.

"Come on, man, it'll be fun!" Casey said.

"Well..." Jerry considered, but realization struck back. "What the hell am I thinking? NO! I've got to work!"

"Jerry, it's your duty to take the day off work." June said, standing up from her chair. "No, it's your destiny."

"Destiny?" Wendy asked Nick.

"She's on a roll." Nick replied.

"Calling in sick, is like, a necessary part of the evolutionary process." June declared.

"What are you talking about?" Jerry asked annoyed.

"Where would the human race be without the sick day?" Nick spok up. "We'd still be living in trees, eating bananas...and fish...and things..." Nikki and Wyatt share a glance. "We're humans because millions of years ago, some ape took a day off and invented tools. That ape decided, 'I'm not going into the tree today, I'm gonna go build a small car out of rocks or maybe teach a cow to give me some milk'." Jerry facepalmed and walks off. A crowd gathered around as she stands on the table. "Next thing you know, we're golfing on the moon! Which further illustrates my point because, like even at the point where the astronauts were pulling this mad historical move, they recognized the opportunity for goofing off. It's like, 'One small step for man...dude, let's spin a few donuts in my moon buggy!' The sick day isn't just a fun thing to do, it's a fundamental right of every man, woman, and child!"

The crowd applause for June.

"Where's Jerry?" June asked, noticing he's gone.

"He left a couple minutes ago." Josie answered.

"Bummer." June said all bummed.

"Good speech though." Wendy complimented.

Josie checks the time on her cellphone. "I gotta rock. Are you guys in or what?"

"Definitely we're in!" Casey answered.

"'We'? Since when were you part of 'we'?" Nick questioned.

Josie comes between them. "I'll be the judge of this. He's cute, he's fun, he's in. I'll be at the park. Call me on my cell when you're on your way. Later."

Wendy looks at her cellphone. "It is now 0956 hours. We make our excuses at our respective places of employment and rendezvous back here at 1030 hours. Mark!"

"Mark!" Casey, June and Nick said in unison. June, Nick and Wendy dash off.

"Alright!" Casey cheered. Then he looks around, realizing that he running the shop by himself. "Hey, do you guys know who my boss is?" He asked a passing couple.


"Welcome to the Khaki Barn! Have a Khaki day!" Christian greeted to the customers.

The Clones are busily folding shirts when Nick approaches them. "Listen up!" He stands in front of them. "I'm taking the day off. You see, I have this friend who arrived suddenly from out of town. Now this friend, he comes once a month to see me, and quite frankly, I don't enjoy his visits. In fact, he makes me kind of BATSHIT CRAZY!" He suddenly shouted, scrunching up the pile of shirts, scaring the Clones. "So for your safety, and the safety of the fine patrons of the Khaki Barn, I'm taking the day off! Any objections?"

The Clones look at him, cowed.

"Fine. Bye." Nick leaves. As soon as he's gone, the Clones huddle together for comfort and protection.

"Dude, he scares me so much." Christof said.

"Us to." Christian and Christopher said in unison.


Several customers in street clothes occupy every corner of Spin This. Wendy is huddled up against a stack of CDs, groaning and rocking back and forth. Her co-worker Chad noticed.

"Wendy, what's wrong, girl?" Chad asked.

"Migraine. Too much–Britney Spears. Can't–take–the valley-girl-voices. Losing my sense of self." Wendy said.

"Man, I understand. I've been there." Chad said, then lifted Wendy onto her feet. "Go home. Get into a dark room. Put on some Coldplay, or some old Talking Heads can help."

"Radiohead." Wendy replied.

"Even better." Chad said, giving Wendy two thumbs-up.

"Uuuuughhhhh..." Wendy leaves the store hunched over and groaning. As soon as she's out of sight, she returns to normal and sets out for the Big Squeeze. "Mission accomplished!


June is in the Stick It, working on something. "Hmm...there. Nope." She rearranges something. "Sweet."

She has made a replica of herself, using a female mannequin, a mop for hair, and some spare clothes. She walks to the front of the store to test it.

"Ahem. Excuse me, girl, can I have the Polish sausage stick-it?" June said, impersonating a customer.

The dummy sits there and does nothing.

"Flawless. I rule."

June runs off. Stuart Goldstein arrives a moment later and clears his throat for service.


Wendy dials Nick.

"Hey, what's up?" Nick answered.

"Nikki. Mission accomplished. I'm heading for the rendezvous point."

"Me too. Have you heard from June?" Nick then receives another call.

"Hey, what's up?" June said.

"Hey June." Nick said. "I conferenced you in. Wendy?"

"Hey dudette." June said.

"Hey." Wendy replied. She herself gets another call.

"Wendy." Josie said.

"Hey. Hang on. I'll conference you in." Wendy said..

"Hello?" Josie said.

"Josie." Nick answered.

"Nick!" Josie said.

"Cool." June said.

"Jude." Josie said.

Nick's phone receives another call. "Oh, hold on. I got a call."

"Hey! It's me!" Casey said.

"Oh. It's you." Nick said snidely. "Hang on." Nick brings Casey into the loop. "Guys, I conferenced in Malibu Juice Ken."

"Hey!" Casey yelled offended.

"Hey." Josie answered back.

"Hey." Wendy repeated.

"Hey." June finished.

"Are you guys all set?" Josie asked.

"We're all at the rendezvous." Wendy said, as she, June, and Nick meet up with Casey at the Lemon.

"Wait, where's Jerry?" Casey asked. "Never mind, I'll conference him in."


Jerry is working hard at the Penalty Box helping a rather annoyingly nebbish customer, on which two tennis rackets he wants to buy.

"Boy, the graphite seems to have a greater tensile strength, allowing me to utilize all the power I can generate in my swing, don't you find?" The nebbish customer asked.

"Absolutely sir, it's very strong." Jerry said indifferently.

"Of course the wood has a pleasing traditional aesthetic quality that will impress the ladies at the club and that's important too, right?" The nebbish customer suggested.

"That's true." Jerry said, then mumbled to himself. "If they're over sixty." Just then, his phone rings. "Excuse me for a second, please." He picks up and answers. "Hello?"

"Jerry, where are you?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, we're totally waiting for you at the lemon, c'mon!" Casey said.

"I told you I'm not coming!" Jerry said.

"But it won't be the same without you!" June pleaded.

"Ow." The customer accidentally hits his nose with one of the rackets while test them out.

"C'mon, Jerry, it'll be fun!" Wendy said.

"Guys, I can't. I don't want to lose my job. I'm trying to be responsible." Jerry stated.

"That's so overrated." Josie said.

"I've gotta go." Jerry said.

The customer trips and lands in a huge pile of golf balls, spilling them all over. "Ow. Whoopsie! Ow. Ow."

"I'm hanging up now, I've got golf balls to clean up." Jerry hung up.

"Owchie. Ow. Owley. Ow."

"So what'll it be, wood or graphite?" Jerry asked.

Back at the Big Squeeze...

"I guess Jerry's out." Casey said.

"I'm not giving up yet." Nick declared. "Give us an hour, Josie, he'll be there."

The rest of the gang hang up.

"Jerry seems to have lost his perspective in this particular situation." June said.

"For once, you've made a truly lucid comment." Wendy complimented.

"No need to insult me, dudette." June said annoyed.

"It's up to us to give him that perspective back. It's time for...an intervention. Alright, you guys, I have a plan." Nick said.

"Sweet." June said.

"I'm in." Casey said. "Hang on." He removes his apron and lemon hat. "Ready! Oh, wait." Casey ducks under the counter and comes back up with a sign of a foot grabbed by two hands. "I made this last week. It'll be the perfect cover."

"'Closed for emergency foot massage'?" Nick read out loud, and chose to ignore it while they devise a plan. "Okay. Here's what we do..."


Author's Notes:

Josie's response to "work sucks" with "I know" is a reference to the Blink-182 song "Small Things".

Originally, Coach Halder remained male because I thought he wouldn't work as a female. But I've changed my mind and decided to have him be female after all. She resembles Ms. Tetslaff from Danny Phantom.