"Hey Chibodee, have you packed yet?" Shirley asked, walking into her boss's room. Said boss was lying on his bed with a Playboy magazine.

"Nope," he answered as he turned a page.

"Are you going to any time soon?"

"Yup."

"Well, hurry up! We leave tomorrow."

"I know."

Shirley sighed in exasperation. She walked over to his closet, pulled the suitcase out, and placed it on the ground. It took everything she had in her not to throw it at Chibodee's head. And then she wondered why he had an old-fashioned, square, box-like suitcase. Finally she walked over to Chibodee's bed.

"Chibodee, pack."

"'Kay."

"Chibodee, look at me."

Chibodee lifted his head, but his eyes were still on the magazine.

"Chibodee, look at me," Shirley said, a warning note entering her voice. Chibodee lifted his eyes and cringed. "You. Pack. NOW."

"Okay."

The first thing he threw in was the Playboy magazine. Shirley shook her head sadly and left the room.

* * *

Shirley came back in an hour, and what she saw made her burst into peals of laughter. Chibodee was sitting on a bursting suitcase, trying to successfully snap the latches shut. He was having no such luck.

"Shirley, can you help me?" he asked. Shirley, still laughing, nodded and walked over. With a bit of force and exertion, one latch was finally shut. Then they went to the second latch. With more force, some cursing, and all of Chibodee's weight, they managed to shut that latch as well.

"Whew, that was hard," Chibodee said, panting.

"I was doing most of the work," Shirley said, shooting a glare his way. Chibodee got off the suitcase, and both watched, puzzled, as it began to shake slightly. Then it burst open, startling the two and sending Shirley half-way across the room.

Soon it was raining men's clothes. Shirley glared once more at her employer and stalked out to let him repack.

* * *

He better be packed this time, Shirley thought in irritation. She slammed the door open, and stalked into the room. Chibodee was on his bed, startled, with this deer-in-the-headlights look.

"Well," Shirley growled. Chibodee pointed soundlessly to a trunk beside his bed. Shirley tipped it to its side and opened it to be greeted with a pair of swim trunks just on top. She gave a drop-dead look to her boss. "We're going to Big Bear…a snowy mountaintop in the middle of winter and you pack SWIM TRUNKS?!"

Chibodee blinked, and not for the first time, saw his impending doom. "I forgot…?" he offered.

Shirley glared and stalked back out of the room.

* * *

"Hey…Shirl?" Chibodee asked tentatively.

"Yes?" she asked slowly.

"I'm done…" he trailed off.

Shirley looked at the neatly-packed suitcase. In it were all that was needed for a ski or snowboarding vacation. "Good."

Then she left.

Chibodee then decided that Shirley was scary when she was angry.