Obligatory Author's Note;

I thought I had better explain what was going on...

So...

-in best imitation of a serious voice over person-

"From the eyewitness accounts of the people involved comes...

The Situations Behind the Memos."

(note; situations not necessarily in chronological order- Author is not responsible for injures due to;

-LOL-ing

-ROFL-ing

-falling out of your chair

-excessive fluffiness

-general weirdness

-CLU

or

-lack of copyright. Thank you.)

(Or, How Sam Flynn was Slowly and Agonizingly Driven {further} Down the Path to Insanity by His Ridiculous Co-Workers and Their Weirdness.)

For every Memo that Sam Flynn posts, there is some crazy, off-the-wall, hair-brained situation that caused it...

/Sam Flynn's Office, ENCOM International Headquarters

"CLANG! THUD! BOOM! SCREEeeeeeCH!"

He was proud of himself for being relatively un-phased by the sound of his door nearly flying off of it's hinges. He reflected that, given that this was ENCOM and he was a Flynn, the CEO of the company no less, that tended to happen. A lot.

His small private victory party was interrupted by a small snowstorm of white spilling over onto his desk and an all-too-familiar voice ringing in his ears.

" SAM FLYNN!"

Without bothering to look up he chided the other, mildly,"Inside voice, Clu."

"Sorry."

Silence reigned for a few precious seconds as Sam Flynn paused midway through reading a report on ENCOM stock values to glare absent-mindedly at the stack of papers that had been flung all across his desk. At a cough from the younger of the pair that had barged into his office, however, that glare was quickly transferred to the two standing in front of him, who quickly positioned themselves in nearby chairs.

"We, ah, have a proposal for you, man.", Clu said smugly, albeit much more quietly, before draping himself across the chair in typical Clu-fashion.

Sam looked at the pile of papers, inspecting them. Not that he needed to, though.

He already knew exactly what they were.

Sam glanced up towards the two grinning programs lounging in his office, then down again at the papers they'd given him, and then back again to the programs.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He really, really, really, did not need this.

This - he swore - this had to be the fiftieth time this day alone.

"No."

Across the desk the younger program of the pair, Dan, blinked and looked crestfallen for a moment.

Then, he pulled his best puppy-dog-eyes face, and stared imploringly at his User.

" Awwww, SamFlynn, But it'll be fun!"

" No."

" Pleeease, please, please oh please, SamFlynn, pleeeeease."

"I said no, Dan."

"Hey, Sam, come on, man!", Clu chimed in, " I mean, think about it, man! It would help them to, you know, get used to each other and, ah, work together... Better."

Dan nodded frevrently in agreement, grinning.

"Ya'know... in the future."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

His dad's doppelganger grinned nervously, realizing too late the flaws in his argument.

Sam, put his head in his hands, groaned, and then replied, " Get used to - get used to each other?! Man, if they can't even get used to you two running around the office... Honestly, Clu, Dan, how do you expect them to react to other copies of themselves !?"

" But-"

" No. ENCOM is not having a 'Bring Your Program to Work' day!", he paused, "Ever. Do I make myself clear?"

The two exchanged glances, before answering reluctantly.

" Yes, Sam.."

"Good."

He waved one hand in the general direction of the door and said, "Now, go."

They got up and trudged out the door into the hallway.

And then paused outside his window, staring at him imploringly.

Sam sighed, rolled his eyes towards the heavens and reiterated,

"Away."