In Which Link Becomes a Handyman

"Oh, hey Seaweed! You'll never guess what just happened."

Link walked into the record shop, closing the door behind him. He wore an excited expression on his face, and his hands were held up in the air as a sign for everyone to stop what they were doing and listen. Seaweed ignored him, continuing to organize the records with only a nod in Link's direction as a greeting.

"Okay," Link quickly turned to Penny, who was sitting on the couch with Tracy. "You'll never guess what just happened."

Tracy shrugged. "What happened?"

"...You're not even going to guess?"

"Link."

The crooner sighed exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I was walking over here, and I saw this flyer on a window."

"Really?" Seaweed furrowed his eyebrows. "That's amazing."

"Anyways," Link continued, ignoring his friend. "It was this old guy, looking for someone him fix stuff around his house.

Penny took a sip of the lemonade in her hand. "Oh, that's nice, I guess."

"You guys don't get it!" Link exclaimed, shaking his head. "I took the job!"

"But, Cracker Boy," Seaweed said slowly, walking away from the record bins. "You don't know anything about being a handyman."

"Of course I do," Link scoffed, narrowing his eyes at Seaweed. "I'm a man. And I have hands. Duh."

"Wow."

Tracy wrinkled her nose. "Well, babe, Seaweed has a point. I mean, just last week, you failed your woodshop final."

"Maybe Mr. Erickson shouldn't make his finals so impossible to pass."

Seaweed widened his eyes. "Link, you only had to make a shelf."

"Well, it was hard!" Link yelled, putting his hands on his hips. "I can't believe you guys!Ever since they kicked us off the show, I've been miserable. I'm one of those guys that has to have a job to by happy, you know? I thought you guys would be glad for me; that I was doing something with my life."

"I am happy, baby," Tracy said, walking over to Link and placing a hand on his shoulder. "But, well, I'm just not sure if being a handyman is the best job for you. Maybe you'd be better suited as a hairdresser, or something."

That made absolutely no sense. But, I actually have an excuse this time! I'm on Codeine (however you spell it). Yep.