'Guess what? I got a job,' Toby announced at dinner that evening. Alone.īut this was great! Toby was confident that Killer Pizza would kick-start what had so far been an incredibly dull summer. That had left Toby hangin' out in the wind. His only real friend had left for California to spend the summer with his dad and stepmother. But step outside of his home and there was nothing to do in his Ohio suburban community of Hidden Hills. Sure, he had his graphic novels, computer, video games, and chores he was always forgetting to do. Only two weeks had ticked by since school let out, but Toby was already dealing with a mean case of the SBs. He wanted to kiss the guy's foot! He felt like letting out a whoop of joy! But Toby-by nature a shy, introverted kind of kid-bypassed the whoop of joy and simply smiled at this wonderful news. If so, Toby wanted to do more than just say thank you to Steve Rogers. After peppering at least a dozen local businesses with work applications over the past few weeks-and getting turned down by all of them-had this man actually offered him a job? Staring at the phone, Toby wondered if he really heard what he thought he had just heard. Steve Rogers hung up before Toby had a chance to say thank you. By the end of the day you'll know how to make the best pizzas in the universe.' We'd like you to wear Killer Pizza's distinctive black T-shirt with the red logo known around the world.' 'This is Steve Rogers, from Killer Pizza.' 'I'd like to speak to Toby Magill, please.' Tossing aside the graphic novels and clothes strewn across his bedroom floor, Toby found the phone in a pair of cargo shorts and snapped it open.

Toby Magill had just sat down at his desk to boot up his computer when he heard his cell phone ring.

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