Patrick stared down at the papers cluttering his desk. He tapped his pencil on the desk.

"Do I have to sign all of these." He whispered to himself.

He dragged his hand through his white hair. Stress. Pure stress. That was all he felt. He started signing the papers. Patrick M Fiddle. He kept signing and signing and signing. At least 3 hours later, he was finished. He grabbed all of the papers and neatly piled them. He shoved them into the envelope he was given, then licked it and closed it. Patrick stood up and walked outside. He breathed the fresh, fall air. The sun was just barely starting to rise, giving the town a dark blue color. He walked over to the mail box and dropped the envelope in.

"Time for sleep." Patrick looked at his watch.

"6:45? Dammit!" Patrick stomped down on the ground.

He had to be at work by 7:30. He sighed and walked inside. He dragged himself to the bathroom. He slammed the door shut and looked in the mirror. He grabbed the pyramid off his head and placed it on the counter. He threw open the shower curtain. He dropped his clothes on the ground and got in. He cranked up the heat.

"Ok, all I have to do is do a presentation infront of the entire staff. No pressure." Patrick scrubbed his hair.

He turned off the shower and grabbed his towel. He dried off and wrapped it around his waist. Patrick looked in the mirror.

"You got this." He whispered to himself.

"Hey, maybe I'll do so good I can get Morgenne to go on a date with me." He laughed.

Patrick opened his bedroom door and sighed. He hadnt slept in days. He opened his dresser and grabbed some clothes. He opened his closet and grabbed his white suit. He threw on his red shirt, white pants and white suit. He looked at the clock.

"7:35!? MOTHER F-" He placed his pyramid on his head, ran down the stairs, quickly got his shoes on and ran outside. He jumped into his car and drove off to work.

He skid into the parking lot and drifted into his parking space. He jumped out and locked the car.

"Hey there speed racer." Maurice joked.

"Hey Maurice." Patrick threw the door open and ran inside.

He ran down to his manager's office. He almost fell down when he ran around a corner. He threw the door open. John looked up from his desk.

"Hey Patrick." John placed his hands on his desk.

Patrick panted heavily as he stood infront of John's desk.

"When...Do...I...Do..My...Presentation?" Patrick tried to stop hyperventilating.

John looked a little sad, which was weird.

"Patrick." John said, he motioned for the chair across from his desk.

Patrick sat down.

"Listen, buddy, you're late, at least 2 days every week. We cant have someone on the team that cant be here on time." John did a slight shrug.

Patrick stared at John.

"What are you trying to say?" Patrick asked.

John sighed. "We're going to have to let you go." John said.

Patrick felt shocked, but, John wasnt wrong. Patrick never really kept track of how many times he was late, but being late seemed to feel normal to him.

"Im sorry, but it's the only thing we can do." John shook his head.

Patrick nodded. He stood up and walked out.

He walked outside and over to his car. Maurice seemed to know what was going on.

"Hey, cheer up, you'll probably find a place better than this hell-hole." He joked.

Patrick fake smiled.

"Ha, yeah." Patrick got in his car. He placed his hands on the steering wheel, but didnt drive.

"Yeah." Patrick whispered. He drove off.

Patrick opened the door to his house. He Slammed it shut behind him and locked it. He walked over to the couch and fell down onto it. He looked over at the TV. There was a piece of paper on it. He got up and walked over to the TV. Patrick read the note. Hey Patrick, come down to Buddy's Bar, we need to talk. -Morgenne. Patrick placed the note in his pocket. He got in his car and headed to Buddy's Bar. He walked in and instantly saw Morgenne. He sat down next to her.

"I heard you got fired." Morgenne looked over at Pat, he nodded.

"Tough." Morgenne said.

Patrick looked over at Morgenne.

"What did you want to talke about?" Patrick asked.

Morgenne seemed to suddenly remember the note.

"Oh, right! I was talking with someone and they said that they could use your help with running a business." Morgenne looked around.

"Lets go somewhere more private." Morgenne stood up, Patrick followed.

They walked outside and over to an alley, there were two other people there.

"Guys, this is Patrick." Morgenne pointed back at Patrick.

The two people look kind of weird. One of them had a red head, green body, blue arm, yellow arm and blue and red legs. The other had a red and white striped, tall hat and a white shirt with a target in the center, he looked kind of nervous. The rainbow one stepped forward.

"Hi, my names Googol_Chroem." He held out his hand, Patrick shook his hand.

The other stepped forward.

"My name's Tippy Ship." He held out his hand, Patrick shook his hand.

"We were seeing if you're interested in being the CEO of our new business." Googol_Chroem smiled.

Patrick looked intrigued. "Whats it going to be called?" He asked.

Googol_Chroem and Tippy ship looked at each other.

"Thats the thing, we dont know. The CEO is who we need to name it." Googol_Chroem said.

"Wait, why cant you name it?" Patrick asked.

"We cant think of diddly darn squat." Tippy ship shrugged.

"So, what do you think?" Googol_Chroem asked, smiling.

Patrick stared at Googol_chroem, Tippy ship and Morgenne.

"Well..." Patrick scratched his neck. Googol_Chroem's eyes widened.

"Sure!" Patrick smiled.

"WOO HOO!" Googol_Chroem jumped up.

"Welcome to the team, boss." Tippy ship shook Patrick's hand.