Parker was forced to do community service. Although Brooke wouldn't fight for him, she requested that Parker serve his time up keeping the family art museum. It would benefit the family and be unenjoyable for Parker. Parker never knew the family had an art museum, mostly because he hated art.
Parker reported for his first day bright and early on Saturday. He had planned to spend this day with Manuel, planting the seeds that would get him that box. Instead he had to slave away in a instution full of people's opinions. He hated people's opinions. He hated art.
He reported to the front desk where Parker had to pick up his volunteer badge. Parker wasn't alone. Saturdays the museum offered painting classes for youngsters, and many people from his school volunteered to help. "Great," Parker thought, "art AND screaming banshee's."
Just as Parker thought the day couldn't get any worse, one of those screaming banshee's decided to paint the walls. But it wasn't just colored paint; it was brown paint. And it wasn't in any exhibt; it was the bathroom.
Grumbling the whole way, Parker made his way to the bathroom. He really didn't deserve this. After all, the girl got her purse back. Why should he have to endure this?
Parker returned home to a hot shower. Even though he was tired, and avoiding Grandmother who put him through this, Parker called Manuel for some little scheming.
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