Barry is in Charge

Barry wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up in charge today, but when he arribed in the mail room wearing his Santa hat, Teddy already had a clipboard, a pencil, and the air of someone who had appointed himself Assistant Manager.

“Okay, Barry,” Teddy said, “we hab a big day. Wall calemdars are almost gone. Dis is crunch time.”

Barry nodded solemnly. He took his job berry seriously—much more than Fish eber did, and only slightly less seriously than Reuben did. He placed both paws on the towering stack ob envelopes and gave them a firm pat. Quality control.

“Dese are ready for labeling, Teddy. Can you reach da top one?”

Teddy tried. He could not. Barry helped by gently tipping the stack down so Teddy could place the label, although Teddy did it upside-down, which Barry pretended not to notice because he didn’t want to hurt his coworker’s feelings.

Barry worked steadily—sorting, stacking, smoothing each enbelope wiff great care. He eben did the fing where you squish the edges to make sure everything is sealed, because Barry believes in integrity.

Ebery so often, he looked up and said loudly (just in case customers could somehow hear fru the walls): “WALL CALEMDARS ARE RUNNING LOW! If you want one, you should probablee act fast! We don’t want anyone to miss out!”

Teddy nodded hard enuff to fall ober.

Barry picked him back up, dusted him off, and whispered, “We’re doing important bizness today.”

They finished their stack, and Barry leaned back proudly. He loved this part—the feeling ob helping get the calemdars out to their people, spreading Baxter wiff a B and Memes joy around the world.

“Okay, Teddy,” he said. “Break time. You can hab a tiny cookie.”

Teddy approbed this message.

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