Authors Note: Okay, Okay I know this is a little bit unexpected; especially that it is no longer Christmas time… We can just call this Christmas in June. I have no new ideas regarding "A Day In The Office" But I thought that If I continued this story that it would give me new ideas because Dwayne is also a character in that story. So anyways ENJOY!

P.S the asterisk means the dialogue of the other characters that you can't hear because it is what carl is hearing.

Ch. 3.

Carl knew he had to get at least some work done before the party, So he went over to his workbench and started of thinking of new gadgets and gizmos and fixing other agents tools while Dwayne started making phone calls for the party.

Carl's IPod was dead so he was forced to listen to Dwayne make the phone calls. Then he thought he might as well should so he can make sure Dwayne didn't do anything he wasn't supposed to do.

"What's the number to call down to the front desk?" Dwayne asked.

"Why?" Carl replied

"I gots to call the hot receptionist downstairs."

"Cara?"

"Yeah I guess, if that's her name"

"Oh no, no, no, no, no way, anybody but her"

"Why! She is super-hot and this is supposed to be an office party isn't it?"

"Fine….., But only because I have to be nice to everybody in the office."

"Sweet, why wouldn't you want her to come"

"Long story…,"

"I will never look at a loofah the same way again." Carl said under his breath.

"What?"Dwayne said.

"Nothing, oh nothing." Carl said in a sad tone.

"Anyways what's that number again"

"The only way I am giving you that number is that you promise to keep her away from me!"

"Alright, Alright fine."

"The number is on the wall next to you on the number tree"

"'Kay" replied Dwayne.

Dwayne types in the 4 digit code which connects with the receptionist. he only waits for about 1 second and the receptionist is on the phone.

"No this isn't Carl this is his cousin Dwayne."

"I know, I know this is the emergency line but, this is an emergency"

"Me and Carl are having a bitchin' party tonight in the meeting room, and you are invited as well as all the other agents."

"'ight, 'ight, great see you then. Oh and can you email all the other agents alerting them about the party"

"Cool, bye"

"Hey Carl…." Dwayne called across the room in a sing-songy voice.

"What, is it this time Dwayne. I am trying to work!" Carl said in an angry tone.

"Cara said she is very excited to see you tonight and she said she is bringing her "Loofah" whatever that means"

Carl yelped and hid under the table.

"Gosh I never thought one person could be so afraid of having a hot girl coming to a drinking party and most likely being able to get laid"

Carl yelps again.

"You're a freak of nature"

Carl grunted while he positioned himself in the fetal position.

"Sometimes Carl I think you have mental problems"

Carl didn't respond so he got back to work.

He picked up the phone again and dialed the Number of a DJ Company he usually has at all his parties.

"Yes I would like to hire a DJ for tonight."

"600 dollars for one night are you fucking high!"

"Can I talk to Jamar"

"Bitch-"

"Put me on the phone wi-"

"BITCH PUT ME ON THE PHONE WITH JAMAR BEFORE I CLIMB THROUGH YOUR WINDOW, AND START SNATCHIN' YOUR PEOPLE UP, IM GONNA RAPE EM' , SO YOU BETTER HIDE YOUR KIDS AND HIDE YOUR WIFE!

"Thank you"

"Don't get no god damn respect"

Carl was listening from under the table and still trying to erase the memory from the awful day.

"Finally, Jamar Hey dawg'"

"Yeah, yeah, I gotta make this phone call quick 'cuz I got to make more calls"

"Yeah, I gotta big party going on tonight so I was wondering if you could DJ for me tonight, but you guys raised your prices from last time I used your company"

"Yeah, yeah, I know the economy sucks and all but-"

"OK how 'bout this, we can make deal; you DJ tonight and you can have some of the talking weed that we are gonna have at the party plus the food and fun and games if you know what I'm saying"

"'ight see you then, I'll text you the details"

"Oh yeah and teach your receptionist how to give me some R-E-S-P-E-C-T"

"mmkay bye"

"kay little cuz We are hooked up with music"

Carl yet again didn't respond.

"Oh yeah Carl, I need "Santa's" number"

The only reason Carl continued to talk to Dwayne and talk to him was to prove him that Santa was real. And Carl can't hold a grudge for that long anyway.

"I am not giving you his number but I will dial it for you"

"Whatever you got to do"

"Dang, I forgot the area code for the North Pole do you know it?"

"Yeah sure let me just look at my dick because that's where Mrs. Clause left it… NO CARL I DON'T HAVE THE FUCKING AREA CODE FOR THE NORTH POLE!"

"I WAS JUST WONDERING!"

Carl suddenly remembered the area code and dialed it and passed the phone to Dwayne.

It began to ring when someone picked up.

"Yes this is the OWCA looking for Santa" Dwayne said with a chuckle"

"I'm on hold..." Dwayne said to Carl still laughing.

Carl just rolled his eyes.

"No this is Carl's cousin Dwayne, I was wondering if you were in the mood to come to a party tonight at the OWCA" Dwayne was trying really hard to hold back hysterically laughing.

"Yes, We would like if you could bring your stripper friends…" Dwayne said kind of shocked.

"Okay I will see you then, bye"

Dwayne hung up the phone.

"HA, I TOLD YOU SANTA WAS REAL"

"I still won't believe it in till I see it!"

"Fine whatever"

"Anyways I have to go get food, weed, and alcohol for the party."

"Alright see yah"

Yet again carl still thought this was a really bad idea.