At the desk across from Jim, an intensely focused Dwight flips through his 'North American Fisherman' magazine when his gaze shifts suddenly from the magazine to Jim Halpert.


Dwight:
Question: If you were fishing, would you choose a canoe made of wood or aluminum?


Jim continues writing at his desk; obviously disinterested.

Jim:
Well, Dwight. If I were fishing'�I'd have to say (shrugs his shoulders)'�aluminum.

Dwight:
False. A wooden one. Aluminum canoes will sink when capsized and are extremely noisy, which would scare off the fish. Wooden ones are much quieter.


Dwight shakes his head and coughs out an arrogant laugh.

Dwight:
What an idiot.

Dwight: Talking head:

'My cousin Mose and I are going on a fishing trip this weekend out at the lake. We do this four times a year, but it's our first year to have it at Lake Louis. Fishing is a long standing tradition amongst the Schrutes that dates back to the year 1896, wherein which each Schrute would catch enough fish to supply himself and his family with meat for the upcoming season. If one Schrute did not catch a sufficient amount of fish to provide for his family, they would be forced to eat nothing but beets for the remainder of that season. On a side note, the Schrutes have over 354 secret family beet recipes. (Dwight looks directly into the camera) And we will take them to the grave.'�


(Scene 6 continued):

Jim:
Wow, Dwight. I have to say I admire you for taking such a great risk.

Dwight:
What do you mean? What risk?

Jim:
It's just that'�I used to go on these annual fishing trips with my dad and one year we used a wooden canoe, but we had so much trouble fighting off all the beaverfish.

Jim buries his head in his paperwork and begins writing.

Dwight's eyebrows furrow with a look of both skepticism and curiosity. His eyes focus back to Jim.

Dwight:
Beaverfish? (Dismissively) Never heard of it.


Dwight begins typing at his desk. Jim looks up at Dwight with a feigned look of disbelief on his face.

Jim:
You've never heard of the Pennsylvania Beaverfish?

Dwight:
Uh. No. What's the big deal about a beaverfish?

Jim (adamantly):
The big deal, Dwight, is that they chew through the wood on the canoe and it causes major leaking. They have razor sharp teeth. It's lucky my dad and I are fast swimmers or they would have chewed us to bits. We were also lucky we had those tuning forks.

Dwight:
Tuning forks? What good would that do?

Jim (blasé):
I don't know. Something about how the sound scares them off.

Dwight looks down at his desk; a concerned look crawls across his face.


Jim:
Don't worry, though, Dwight. I'm sure you'll be fine. You can swim, right?
Dwight perks up in disdain.

Dwight:
Of course I can swim. I'm the best swimmer I know. I can out swim you in a second.

Jim nods in agreement and goes back to his paperwork. Acting casual, Dwight looks back up at Jim.

Dwight:
Just out of curiosity. Where did these fishing trips take place?

Jim's eyes roll around in his head as if to question Dwight's motives.

Jim:
Lake Louis. Why?

Dwight:
No reason.

Dwight's eyes widen as he looks down at his desk in silence. Jim looks at the camera and smiles.

Later that day a courier from 'Same Day Courier'� enters the office carrying a package labeled 'Miltex'�. The courier approaches reception. Pam signs the invoice and reads the name on the box.

Pam:
Dwight, it's for you.

Dwight springs up from his desk and takes the package from Pam. He brings the box back to his seat where Jim is filling out paperwork across from him. Dwight opens the box.

Jim:
What's in the box?

Dwight:
A matter that does not concern you.


Dwight reaches into the box and slowly pulls out a small tuning fork; trying to conceal it from Jim who has already seen it. A smile slowly creeps across Jim's face as he returns to his work.

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