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Chapter One: I Think it's Time You Got a Job

It was any other normal day.

Sarah was serving some patrons. B.E.N. was watering his cabbages. Jim was sleeping.

On a table.

For two hours.

Finally, Sarah had enough of this laziness. This had been going on far too long.

Jim had only been home one week into summer vacation, and already this routine of eat, sleep, surf was getting to be too much. Sure, he'd help out if his mother needed it, and yes, absolutely, Sarah understood that school took a lot out of students and some catch up sleep was definitely required after school let out, but Sarah was not going to let this bum routine of his continue. Not while he lived under her roof.

So she marched right over to the table, slammed her hands down next to his head, startling him awake to bolt upright in his chair, and staring him dead straight in the eye.

"Jim, I think it's about time you got a job."

And that was how Jim found himself at Stevenson's department store at the Benbow Square, sitting in the manager's office and filling out some paperwork.

"You say you're a student at the Interstellar Academy, huh? I guess you'll make a stellar addition to our team here." the manager smiles, looking at him from over the top of his application. He was a portly Canid, with a bushy mustache and rectangular spectacles. He squinted a lot, as if they did no good for his eyesight. He also seemed to have a propensity to make lame jokes.

"Yes, sir. Thank you very much, sir," Jim nodded dutifully.

"Whatever they say, just nod and say yes," his mom had advised.

We'll play that game for now. Until they get to like me.

Which he was sure that they would.

Of course they would. Why wouldn't they? He's Jim Hawkins. Everybody loves Jim.

"Well, step right this way Jimbo. We'll get you started right away."

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Chapter One: I Think it's Time You Got a Job

It was any other normal day.

Sarah was serving some patrons. B.E.N. was watering his cabbages. Jim was sleeping.

On a table.

For two hours.

Finally, Sarah had enough of this laziness. This had been going on far too long.

Jim had only been home one week into summer vacation, and already this routine of eat, sleep, surf was getting to be too much. Sure, he'd help out if his mother needed it, and yes, absolutely, Sarah understood that school took a lot out of students and some catch up sleep was definitely required after school let out, but Sarah was not going to let this bum routine of his continue. Not while he lived under her roof.

So she marched right over to the table, slammed her hands down next to his head, startling him awake to bolt upright in his chair, and staring him dead straight in the eye.

"Jim, I think it's about time you got a job."

And that was how Jim found himself at Stevenson's department store at the Benbow Square, sitting in the manager's office and filling out some paperwork.

"You say you're a student at the Interstellar Academy, huh? I guess you'll make a stellar addition to our team here." the manager smiles, looking at him from over the top of his application. He was a portly Canid, with a bushy mustache and rectangular spectacles. He squinted a lot, as if they did no good for his eyesight. He also seemed to have a propensity to make lame jokes.

"Yes, sir. Thank you very much, sir," Jim nodded dutifully.

"Whatever they say, just nod and say yes," his mom had advised.

We'll play that game for now. Until they get to like me.

Which he was sure that they would.

Of course they would. Why wouldn't they? He's Jim Hawkins. Everybody loves Jim.

"Well, step right this way Jimbo. We'll get you started right away."