Dribble Drabbles

Or: If The Office Were on Drugs.

Office fun, yay. I'm not in the mood for a long term fic, and this doesn't count cause it's seperate weird stories. So here we are, my weird office drabbles. Warning to all, these may seem a little...mad. But then again, we're all mad here. And madness means OOCness, but that's what I'm going for. Thanks to ktface3 and MrsBigTuna for reviewing Atonement. LOVE YOU TWO.

Mood Music

-Loser - Beck

Part 1- Dr Schrutelove: or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Nuclear Holocaust.

Riding around the beet farms uneven wooden floors in that wheelchair proved difficult for Dwight in the first ten minutes, especially since that glove on his left hand kept slipping, and his glasses fell off every time he hit a bump. But with practice, and about 5 minutes of rolling around, he pulled it off, and was flowing like water in the chair, Mose sitting on the couch watching. "Ever since he found that bomb in the woods," Mose thought to himself, staring at his crazy cousin, "He's been on way too much of a power trip."

"I can't WAIT to set this bad boy off, Mose!" Dwight was peering out the window, at the rusty bomb sitting in his backyard. It was shaped just like you see in the pictures of atom bombs; big and bulbous, with a box tail at the end. It was magnificent to see, sitting in a grassy plain next to endless stretches of beet fields. "Halpert won't see what hit him."

"Oh." Mose said, looking at his knees pushed tightly together. "What are you supposed to be again?"

Dwight sighed, "I'm Dr. Strangelove. He was an expert physicist for the Germans, and was totally real. As was that whole movie. I'm surprised Former President Muffley even let all that stuff be filmed and released. Quite humorous too." Dwight sat in the rusty wheelchair from the barn, and peered out the window. He wore his nicest black suit, his glasses, and one black glove on his left hand. His hair wasn't styled in traditional Schrute style, but instead with a bit of leftover gel, wanted to look nice when he ended modern civilization.

"How do we blow that thing up?"

"I don't know Mose." Dwight said, "Maybe we should try google?"

--

"Damn, can't find it." Dwight was sitting at a desk, still in costume, Mose standing behind him. He looked at endless pages of google search results for "'Set off atomic bomb'

Mose sighed, "Maybe you should try 'detonate atomic bomb'?"

"Maybe..." Dwight entered this into the search bar, still no luck. "Let's go outside and try tinkering with it."

--

Hammer in hand, Mose was poking around the bomb, which was as tall as him. Dwight was bouncing down the steps in his wheelchair. Seeing as there was no ramp, he face planted the ground, and almost broke his glasses. "AUGH!" He yelled, picking himself up, and wiping the dirt off his suit. He pulled up the fallen wheelchair, sat in it, and preceded to slowly roll over through the grass. "Find anything yet Mose?" He yelled, squinting in the day light beneath his glasses.

"No." Mose dropped the hammer to the ground and looked, "Besides, it's probably inactive."

"There MUST be a way!" Dwight rolled around the stationary bomb, observing closely. He paused for a second at the tail end, noticing some fried out and disconnected wires sticking out. "These must be it, these wires here. Do we have any like it?"

Mose looked, "No."
"Well, I really don't feel like driving to the store today."
"Me either."
"You don't even have a license."
"I could ride my bike."
"Just shut it."

Mose let his arms fall, and then he put his hands on Dwight's wheelchair handles. "Let's go inside. Deal with this later."

"Yeah," Dwight said, as Mose rolled him away towards the house, "Do we have any goulash left?"

These are all gonna be pretty short, but there shall be quite a few. SO BE PREPAREDFOR AWESOME. Also, if you don't get that one part where Dwight is explaining Dr. Strangelove to Mose, Dwight is under the impression that Dr Strangelove the film wasn't ficticious, but a documentary on actual occurrences. Wasn't sure if that was confusing or not...