Producers and Interns Chapter 4 (1/2)

{Thanks for the feature! I'm confused about how or why but -\_(•__•)_/- I don't understand a lot of things.}

{This one is heavily based on the episode "Snowmageddon of the century" from Great News! But obviously can be easily read as a stand alone like this entire fanfic.}

Whizzer sighed as he checked over another perfect script, there was nothing for him to do. He chatted with Cordelia or Mendel occasionally but they actually had a job to do. Whizzer was tired of being bored. Marvin was a jackass. Whizzer accepted that from the moment he met him, if his boss hated him that he hated his boss back.

"Whiz," Cordelia entered the room with her clipboard in hand. "Charlotte and Trina are both busy. I need you to be on news duty while we're on the air. Send a fax up to the main room if there's any update, about anything." Whizzer smiles excitedly, much more into it now that he had a task.

"Of course!" Whizzer smiles, sitting down at Mendel's desk which sadly where he spent most of his time.

"You're a life saver!" Cordelia gushes, running to stand behind him. "Just watch the show from down here and keep an eye on the weather and other news reports." Whizzer smiles and turned to face her.

"I got this! Go make your boss proud, you practically run this place." Cordelia's smiled faded. Whizzer frowned at the change, eyebrows knitting together. "What's up?" Cordelia sighs and sits in a chair, green eyes watering.

"No matter how hard I try, it's never good enough." She looks at Whizzer with a hopeless expression. "Even though Marvin's my friend, he takes me for granted and no one else here cares about me. No one appreciates how hard I work and I work bloody well hard! I try to make everyone happy and everyone still hates each other..." Cordelia was crying into her hand now, clearly weighed down by all of this. Whizzer embraced her carefully, Cordelia's mood could flip easily.

"I'm sure not everyone hates each other." Whizzer soothes, Cordelia pushed him off and gives him an exasperated look.

"Oh, not everyone hates each other? Then why do they all laugh when I invite them to spend time together?" Her eyes are red from crying, breaking into his soul. "They tell me they think it's a joke every time!" Whizzer sighs as his friend stands up, grabbing her clipboard. "Whatever, I have work to do." Whizzer needed to help her, he had to at least try.

"No, wait!" Cordelia turns to face Whizzer with a quizzical look. "I have an idea, just sit down." Cordelia obeys as Whizzer opens up his laptop, logging out of his email. He clicks on sign in but enters a different name; MTurn@FNN.com, Cordelia gasps.

"No way. No. You aren't using our bosses email-"

"Yes I am, now what's his ?"

"I don't know."

"Yes you do, what is it?"

"Fine." Cordelia breathes out slowly, leaning over Whizzer's shoulder. "Kermit.01" Whizzer gives her the most confused look he can muster. Kermit and the cruel, apex-predator Marvin were at opposite ends of the spectrum from each other.

"What?"

"His nephew picked it when he was like seven and Marvin hasn't changed it since." Cordelia smiles softly at the sweetness of the tale, even Whizzer has to it it was really cute. Even though Marvin was vicious he at least had a sliver of a soul. But maybe Cordelia was bullshitting him though, she wasn't the strongest willed. Whizzer enters the , the opens up.

"Well that's adorable." Whizzer opens up the "New Email" tab and starts writing. If people needed to be friends to make Cordelia happy then he'd make everyone friends.

To: MWeis, TCoop, CDubi, +25 others...

From: MTurn@FNN.com

Subject: Meeting

Hey Guys!

Mandatory office meeting in five minutes on the main floor. Set up chairs in a circle and wait for Whizzer and Cordelia, they will be leading the meeting.

Sincerely,

Marvin Turner

CEO of FNN

"I can't believe you just did that..." Cordelia sighs as the email goes through, the plan was in motion. "He's going to crucify us for this." It was definitely true. Whizzer and Cordelia left the editing bay, surveying the office. "You still feeling good about the impending shit storm?" Whizzer nods despite how mocking Cordelia's voice was. The two of the made their way over to the main area as Trina, Charlotte and various staff came over, dragging their chairs behind them.

"Hey everyone! This will be a little bit different today!" Whizzer smiles as everyone makes a circle around him. "We're going to do a bit of staff bonding-" he's cut off my a booming voice.

"No. No. No. No!" Marvin shouts storming down the stairs, his cold glare fixes on his employees. Everyone looked back at him in worry, the beast had emerged to ruin everything. "Who said you could slack off?!" Marvin growls, eyes with barely any iris.

"Y-you di-did." Mendel stutters out nervously, holding up his phone whilst shrinking under his boss' gaze. "You emailed all of us." Marvin scanned the email and fixes his glare on his intern and assistant. He chuckles lowly, the only noise in the room being his menacing laughter.

"I'm so sorry everyone! This meeting was called by two, well meaning, dementoids!" Marvin shouts, voice aggressive as everyone shook at the tone. "Everyone get back to work and if I see you talk again I will fire you all" Everyone nods and turns away, too afraid to question Marvin. The room is silent until Mendel begins yelling at Charlotte.

"Hey, that's my chair!" He shouts, grabbing hold of the chair Charlotte was dragging and glaring at her.

"No it's not! You're just trying to make me take your broken one!" Charlotte yells back, Marvin sighs.

"It's not broken!" The back falls off the chair, Marvin and Cordelia sigh. Mendel pulls Charlotte's chair away from her as she raises a fist.

"Ok, ok!" Marvin shouts over them, putting up his hands like a referee. "I'll buy you all new chairs, just do your work." Marvin sighs at the end as they both stalk away, he turns to glare at his intern and assistant. "This office is a tinder box waiting for the tiniest spark, we don't need to be around each other." Cordelia nods, diverting her gaze from Marvin.

"I'm sorry Marv..." She plays with her fingers nervously, Marvin just shakes his head. He places his hand on her shoulder softly, his level of care for her clear.

"I assumed it wasn't all your fault, I was right on that." Marvin dismisses her before turning to Whizzer, his sick, twisted grin returning. "As for you, you just broke into my email and got my assistant to help you. You seem like a good kid, I'll give you that, but that's not how my office works. You can watch the show from the control room tonight, I'll get Trina on news duty, I need to keep an eye on you." Whizzer groans, more time with Marvin didn't sound fun.

"I'm sorry sir." He sighed, Marvin just nodded and gave Whizzer a small smile.

"It's ok, I'm upset but you seem like a good kid." Who was this and what had they done to Marvin?! He was smiling and encouraging Whizzer which was so strange it made Whizzer want to vomit. Marvin raises his voice again to shout to the whole office. "Show in ten minutes! Let's get a move on!" Everyone sighs and makes their way to the set, the newscasters in position and Marvin calling out notes.

"Why is he here?" Whizzer asks Cordelia, he's met by a perplexed look. "He's the network head, doesn't he have to manage all shows other than some lame 4pm news hour? Surely you have an executive producer?" Cordelia just shakes her head and explains.

"Our EP is on maternity leave, Marvin and I had to come down here to manage you guys." Cordelia sighs before turning Whizzer nervously. "That's not a bad thing though! You guys are great, it's just difficult for me to get used to these people who all hate each other." Whizzer nods and returns Delia's sigh, he knew how bad this office was now.

"Show in 5...4...3...2...1... We are on air!" Marvin yells as the entire crew cheer softly, the show beginning. Everyone immediately divides from each other and distract themselves. Whizzer wished there was some way that they'd be all stuck together. But you know what they say about wishes.. Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.