Err... Crud

"This is definitely wrong this time!" Chris sounded sure of himself, contrary to his earlier actions.

"It was your idea!" Mike defended himself expertly.

"But you didn't stop me!"

"I didn't know I was supposed to be babysitting you!"

The two men frowned slightly. There was clearly no pride or happiness on their faces. They were looking for a solution.

"A firework?" Chris said quietly.

"No!" Mike shouted. "That's an even stupider idea!"

"Well I don't know what to do then!"

"The boss isn't going to be happy!"

"The boss isn't ever happy!"

"Why is it that it's always us that has the hard jobs?"

A third man, Tony, entered and stared at the two men and what they had done.

"Why?!" he looked confused.

"His idea!" Mike said, pointing at Chris.

"You never know! It might be right!"

The two other men stared at Chris with a look of shock at his sheer stupidity.

"I'd clean up and start again. Time's running short guys! How hard can it be? The boss needs it now!" Tony said as he left the two men to deal with their own problems. "I've never met anyone as stupid as them!" he murmured under his breath.

"So toaster isn't the answer this time?"

"You'd have thought so but I somehow doubt that now."

"What makes you say that?"

"We just tried that and it didn't work!"

They both looked puzzled and stared at the problem.

"Nothing's jumping out at me." Mike said, screwing up his face in confusion.

"Should anything be jumping then?"

Mike slapped Chris. Chris jumped.

"Why are you jumping?"

"Well if I jump, it might show whatever it is that's supposed to be jumping out at us, that we're friendly and it's cool to jump!" Chris jumped again, this time higher.

"You know nothing is actually going to move yeah? We are the only things in here that are alive. Well practically." Chris jumped even higher and banged his head on the light fixture on the ceiling.

"Ok whatever you are," Chris whispered, leaning out of Mike's range of hearing, "don't jump! It's not safe!" As he moved back, he put an innocent look on his face and started to whistle.

"Stop it." Mike said bluntly.

"What's wrong with a bit of music to liven things up?"

"Nothing. It's just that that wasn't a bit of music."

"What was it then?" Chris whistled again.

"You're just getting spit everywhere."

"Ah." Chris looked at the small puddle of spit he had created. "Now it looks even worse!"

"I think we've hit a bit of a roadblock and if you make a comment I am going to hit you!" Mike was worried as he answered his phone. It was Tony telling them that their time was up.

"What do we do??" Mike pleaded down the phone. Tony explained briefly, trying to stop himself from laughing as he explained to them what to do. "You know, just because its a toasted sandwich, doesn't mean you shove it all in a toaster and hope for the best! I think the cheese has jammed up the innards of the toaster."

"What are we supposed to do then?"

"He forgot to say."

"Frying pan?" Chris said hopefully.

"Yeah!" Mike said, taking it from him. Mike hit Chris on the head with it. "I want good ideas not stupid ones!"

"I'm all out. What do we do?"

"Panic."

"Err... Crud."

The End

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