Movie Woes

Cody was relaxing on his bed, resting his head on the wall behind him. He was flipping through the newspaper he'd swiped from his dad.

"Why do we have to get jobs?" Garrett said, not taking his eyes of the TV screen where he was currently dispatching the rest of the teddy bears.

"Because, were going to be adults soon."

"Head shot! Ha, take that Teddy."

Cody sighed. "Legally at least."

"We could always rob another bank." Garrett suggested.

Cody decided he wasn't even going to answer that.

Something in the newspaper caught his eye. He shot up.

"Hey, why don't we work at the new movie theater?"

"Like what, cleaning up after all those slobs?" Garrett asked.

"Uh, I have been doing that." Cody said, motioning in annoyance around their room. They'd finally restored some order by running a line of blue tape through exactly half the room, except a small bubble where the xbox and TV sat in the middle. One half was Cody's the other was Garrett's. Although the latter seemed to have a way of cajoling his socks and such to move to the other side.

He decided to try a new tactic. "You get a discount on the snacks."

"Fine."

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It was a little awkward being dropped off in front of the movie theater in his dad's police car. He'd tried to convince Henry over and over to use Zac's shiny convertible, but he wouldn't have it. But your dad being the town sheriff did have some perks. One of them being that they'd pretty much automatically got the job. Cody was going to work concessions, and Garrett was going to take the tickets.

"Alright." Cody said fumbling with his trainee tag. "Just remember, be polite."

Garrett cracked his neck. "Lets do this."

Cody was just heading over to the counter when Garrett grabbed his arm.

"Dude! Check it out!" He pointed to the newest horror movie poster. "We have to see that!"

"Uh, no way."

"Why, you chicken?"

"No... but those movies are stupid. They have no plot, just a bunch of people getting offed in grody ways."

"Yeah." He didn't seem to get it.

"Besides, we have to work remember?"

Garrett let him go and stalked to his post, grumbling.

He sneezed for the billionth time, and wiped his nose and eyes on his sleeve. Stupid allergies...

Five minutes had past, and he had already decided that was eternally doomed to boredom.

A few people came in and he took their tickets. Loads of people seeing chic flicks. Ugh.

"Hey."A familiar platinum pixie cut sporting girl handed him her ticket. Garrett raised his eyebrow. "I knew you'd come to see me."

"Yeah, right." She wrinkled her nose.

"Theater twelve." He handed it back. "But you know, we could always just blow this popsicle stand."

"Uh huh. I'm going to go throw up now." Sam snorted, heading towards the candy counter.

He smiled after her. Cody sure got all the luck.

Garrett sneezed again. Barely missing the kid and his mom who'd just come in.

The mom looked sort of peeved.

He took the tickets and ripped of the bottom. He blinked to get the water out of his eyes.

"Uh, theater six. Enjoy."

The next five people were also kids and their moms. Guess they all wanted to see talking dinosaurs...

"Hey." Cody smiled at Sam as she came up. "What can I get for you?"

"Hmmm..." She pretended to think. "Well, a kiss would be nice."

"A Hershey's kiss?" He looked under the counter. "Sorry, I think were all out."

She laughed.

"How did you know we were working here?"

"Oh, I didn't. I just wanted to see a movie. Alright, your dad told me." She smiled.

"Maybe we can hang out at lunch time. My break starts in..." He looked at his watch then back at her, a lopsided grin on his face. "-three hours."

"Maybe." She winked.

"Theater six." Garrett sighed, even more bored then was ten minutes ago. What was so cool about freaking dinosaurs?! He hadn't even had to look at the tickets since the first one, since they were all seeing the same thing.

A heavily pierced teen ager came in.

"Whoa." Garrett beamed at him when he saw the title on the ticket. "Your seeing Haunted Hill 2?"

"Yeah."

"I've been wanting to see it! The first one was insane."

"Totally."

"Well, I think you made it just in time. Alright, here you go. Theater..." He finished weakly. "... six?"

He shoved the ticket back into its owners hands and ran towards yet another child and mother. He snatched the ticket.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, just give me a sec."

It said Theater 9.

"Oho no..." He rushed to the concession stand, pushing a few people out of line.

"Garrett!" Cody cried. "What are you-"

"We need to get everyone out of theater six!"

"Why!?"

"Because my eyes were watering, cause I haver allergies, and I couldn't totally see the numbers on the tickets and I told everyone to go to theater six."

"So?"

"Theater six isn't Prehistoric Prancing!" He growled.

Cody's eyes bulged. "You mean..."

Practically on cue, a horde of children screaming bloody murder and their accompanying parents on their tails, ran out of one of the theaters. One of the said parents charged up to the manager who had bee trying to fix the gum ball machine. They couldn't hear what she was saying over the shrieking, but they got that it was bad. The managers glowing eyes as he glared at them told them that much.

In no less the five minutes they were out the back of the theater, with no uniforms.

"Don't you ever set foot in here again." He roared.

"Wait!" Garrett cried. "Does that mean I cant use this coupon for free popcorn?"

The door slammed.