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1. Peeps by FNB
"Oh my god. I'm either going to kill Dwight, or he's going to be the death of me." Jim leaned low over her desk to whisper.
Pam looked up at him and grinned. "I know. He's being so obnoxious. I'm sorry."
"Not your fault. But this can't go unpunished. I came close to losing a big customer because he couldn't hear me over Dwight's recorder in the background."
"So what's the mission? I'm totally in."
"Great. Do you have plans Sunday night?"
"It's Easter, so I'll be at my mom's for church, but I should be back mid-afternoon."
"Perfect. Meet me here about eight. If any of your cousins get Peeps in their Easter baskets, bring those, too." With a mischievous grin, Jim returned to his desk.
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Pam was running late Sunday evening. She tried to convince herself that she wasn't spending so much time on her hair because she was meeting Jim. It had been drizzly during the Easter Egg Hunt, and her curly hair was frizzy. That was all.
She spotted Jim's car near the door as she pulled into the parking lot. He was bent over with his head in the trunk, and she couldn’t help but notice his backside – God, he looked good in jeans. She took a second to enjoy that, before checking her hair and makeup one last time. Pam hopped out and joined him by his car.
Pam looked up and surveyed the rainbow canopy they’d created above Dwight’s desk. She glanced over at Jim, her mouth twisting up into a smile.
"Anything else, Tom?"
"Tom? Um, how many of these things have you eaten? I think they're pretty bad for your health. I'm Jim, remember?"
"Peeping Tom!" She grinned up at him, waiting for him to laugh. "Sorry, that was lame."
"Yes, Pam," Jim said, nodding, "that was very lame. But if you help me lay the carpet, I'll forgive you."
Together they "carpeted" the area around Dwight's desk with army straight lines of Peeps, being careful not to infringe on Jim or Ryan's space. It was nearly midnight when they gathered the trash and leftover Peeps and headed back to their cars.
Pam stopped as they reached their cars. "Thanks for including me in this. I can't wait until tomorrow."
"Yeah, the look on his face will be priceless. Remember you can't give away that anything is wrong when he walks in. Not a peep out of you!"
"Okay, who's lame now?"
"'Night, Beesly. Why don't you take some of the leftovers as a souvenir? And get here early so we're here before Dwight."
She winked at him. "Thanks, Jim. See you tomorrow!"
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Pam and Jim were at their desks when Dwight walked in. Pam struggled to keep a straight face as Dwight's expression almost instantaneously turned to rage.
"You did this!" He pointed at Jim, as Jim slowly swiveled around in his chair.
"You can't prove that," Jim said, expressionless.
"Where were you last night?"
"Hanging with my peeps."
Behind her desk, Pam dissolved into giggles.
The idea came from here: http://www.badcasserole.com/peeps/ There are a couple pictures of the Peeps hanging from the ceiling if you need a visual.