(Somewhere in a small house, a woman was talking to her lawyer)
????????: But Mr. Hamwork, I'm only a few days behind in my payments. I'm just waiting a check from my employer.
Mr. Hamwork: My employer is waiting for a check from you Mrs. Thombson, don't make me sue you.
(Inside the house Mrs. Thombson's two daughters and Silver were watching with some other talking objects and a parrot)
Silver: What's going on?
Scrub: Mrs. Thombson's late on a bill for something, that guy came back to demand payment.
Parrot: (Squawk) Payment. (Squawk)
Mrs. Thombson: You'd really sue me? Over such a small amount of money?
Mr. Hamwork: I'm a lawyer Mrs. Thombson, it's my job to sue people. Listen to my schedule for this afternoon. 1 o'clock sue someone, 2 o'clock sue someone, 3 o' clock go visit my cousin Sue, 3:30 sue sue, 4 o' clock stop at the market buy a gallon of milk for 30 sue the market the dairy in the cow the milk came from, any questions?
Mrs. Thombson: Nope....
(Soon after Mr. Hamwork left, Mrs. Thombson started collecting some things)
Mrs. Thombson: Girls, I need to make some fast money. We're going to have a garage sale; we need things to sell. Ashley look around, find things that we wanna get rid of, things that are utterly and totally useless.
Silver: (Watching the whole thing) I hope it's not any of us.....
(Meanwhile with Mr. Hamwork, he was on his car with his son looking to a newspaper)
Mr. Hamwork: (To the driver) After we drop my son at home, take me to the courthouse.
Driver: I will Mr. Hamwork, who you're suing today?
Mr. Hamwork: I don't know, but I'll find someone.
Boy: Dad, could we maybe do something? I mean, you and me?
Mr. Hamwork: I have work to do Joe. Besides, I just picked you up at your baseball game.
Joe: Yeah, and you sued the umpire.
Mr. Hamwork: (Spots Mrs. Thombson and her daughters doing the yard sale) Oh there's that Mrs. Thombson lady I may be suing. She seems to be having some sort of yard sale. (To the driver) Stop for a moment or I'll sue you.
(Meanwhile, with Mrs. Thombson)
Mrs. Thombson: Girls, while I look for more junk put price tags on everything and remember, price things based on what they're really worth.
(The girls started putting price tags on the junk when suddenly one of the appliances who is a microwave got one of the tags and put it on the parrot and then puts him on the table)
Microwave: There you go Chatterbox, what you're really worth. (Laughs hysterically)
Silver: Michael, we're not selling chatterbox!
Michael: Of course not, It's just a joke. (Laughs)
Mr. Hamwork: (Appears with Joe) A lot of worthless junk. I may have to sue her over this.
Joe: Hey dad, look at the neat parrot. (Approaches Chatterbox) He's really cool, and he's only two cents.
Chatterbox: (Squawk) Two cents.
Joe: And he talks.
Mr. Hamwork: You want him son? Maybe I can negotiate the price down to a penny.
Joe: Please dad.
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The greatest oc's the series: Season 2 (Update)
FanfictionREMAKE OF THE SECOND TGOC'S SEASON The oc's are back with some new friends and adventures along the way Season 2 - Episodes 17