[AUTHORS NOTE: Caution, this fanfic is NOT serious...meaning some GOOFY themes and unrealistic/uncanon tropes.]
MAX
I awoke to the sound of Bobby listening to his Bagpipe remix. I also recognized the faint sound of clogs hitting our nice wooden floors. *Damnit Bobby! I told him to clog anywhere BUT our wooden floors!* I thought to myself, angrily. Deciding to not waste my breath, I got up and ready for the day. I slicked back my bed head, brushed my teeth, and put on my nicest button up shirt. Once I was ready, I decided to pick up breakfast on the way to the office. Heading towards the front door I saw Bobby clogging away, whilst PJ was lip syncing to his "Shantay" playlist(while he got ready). "Bye guys, I'll be home around five!" I shouted halfway out the door. "Bye hunty!" PJ yelled back. Bobby just clogged back in Morse code; . . - - / .-. . - - - - - - -.- . . -. - -. / . .-. - - - .-. / - - . / .-. . . .- -.-. -.- -.- - / -.-. . . . . .- .-. - - . . . -.-. - -!
Once in my car, I quickly pulled up my GPS to the nearest Bucees gas station. After all, it is the ONLY(and I mean ONLY), good gas station there is!(this is not sponsored by bucees or the bucees franchise) As I pulled up to Bucees, I daydreamed about what I was going to get.. some bucees washer fluid... *Yum.* I checked out, and drove to the office-blasting Sting the whole way there.
I stood outside the tall brick building, a slight quiver in my boots. *Well.. Here goes nothing.* I thought as I walked through the door. The room I entered was a large rotunda, with a small round desk at the center. A girl sat there, wearing a slightly tilted beret. "Why hello there! Are you.. Max Goof?" The beret girl said, checking her attendance sheets. I couldn't help but notice her thick, slightly terrifying French accent. "Uh, yeah that's me!" I said, walking closer to her. "Welcome to the office! My name is Pierre Jenkins, and we're now officially colleagues! Would you like me to show you around?" Pierre replied. "That would be great, I already feel a bit lost." I said with a big grin on my face. Pierre led me through the office, stopping often to say where we were. "Here's the green room, and right next door is our daycare! Boss really values his single parent workers, so he lets them bring their children here!" Pierre smiled and kept on, whilst I thought to myself; *Wow, my new boss sounds like a great dude!* I quickly followed Pierre, not wanting to miss out on information. As we walked, an idea sprouted in my mind. So I asked, "Hey Pierre, who's our boss anyways?" Pierre responded, "His name is Bradley Uppercrust the Third!" And my jaw done hit the floor.
