Dwight came into the office that day in a pretty good mood. He was early like usual, and Pam and Conan were talking at reception. He eyed them suspiciously, the new they would jump at the chance to prank him at any moment. He made his way to his desk and took a seat. Unlocking the top left hand drawer, he takes out his phone receiver and plugs it into the base. He then begins to straighten up his bobble-heads; like he does everyday, but, wait…something’s missing…
“Damn it, Conan!”
Conan turns around and eyes Dwight, Pam is giggling behind her desks covering her mouth trying to hide it.
“What is it, Dwight?” Conan asks casually.
“You stole my Dwight bobble head! And don’t deny it! I know you did it!” Dwight exclaims, standing in his fit of rage.
“What’s going on?” Jim just walked out of the break room, holding a steaming cup of coffee; he’s trying not to smile.
“Oh, no, it was you, wasn’t it?” Dwight says shrewdly, “Where’d you hide it?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jim says, taking a sip of coffee and shrugging his shoulders.
“Well, it was either you or Conan, so one of you better fess up or I’m telling Michael,” Dwight threatens glaring Conan and Jim down.
“Hold on, don’t jump to conclusions. Did you look everywhere? Did you check for a ransom note? Maybe it was a BHnapping,” Jim suggested, winking at Pam as Dwight searched desperately.
“What’s a BHnapping?” Dwight asks, trying not to sound curious.
“A bobble-headnapping, they’re very serious, most cases are never solved,” Jim spills out the extravagant lie, like he’s not even thinking about it.
Dwight opens drawers frantically spilling their contents all over his desk and the floor; Pam looks like she’ll fall out of her chair she’s laughing so hard.
“What’s this?” asks Dwight, holding up an envelop that says “DWIGHT” spelled out in magazine clippings. Tearing open the envelop, Dwight pulls out a folded up letter also written out in magazine clippings. “I have your bobble head. I will not return it unless you hand over 20 Jello cups and 20 cups of mixed berry yogurt.” Pam bursts out in a fit of laughter. “You are to leave these in the warehouse in a box labeled “RANSOM.” If you comply, your bobble head will be on your desk tomorrow morning.”
“That’s rough, Dwight,” says Jim, swallowing another mouthful of coffee.
“Where’d you put it, Jim, I know it was you,” Dwight said, “and when I find proof, you are going to be in so much trouble.” The camera closes in on his face.
“Okay, Dwight, but I didn’t take it,” Jim shrugs, and begins to walk away, turning back to smile at Pam, only to find she was already back to talking with Conan.
Author's Chapter Notes:
hey, jim screws with Dwight...is it me or is jim screwing everyone but pam?.....thats wat she said :)
