After the power outage incident, Braxton refused to take the elevator for a while. The other Wilshire Tower residents were perfectly okay with this, as they usually got to their destination sooner... but the power outage was old news now. Now everybody was talking about the carnival setting up in town.

Braxton was especially excited. A carnival meant an opportunity for good money for those in the lemonade business. Braxton walked down the stairs of the Wilshire Tower building, and towards the carnival area to scope out a prime lemonade selling spot. Braxton caught the eye of that Statone officer. What an idiot. He was absolutely certain that Braxton was trying to poison the people of the city. But little Braxton was just trying make a buck.

Statone approached Braxton with an authoritative stance and a menacing glare. Braxton sighed and offered Officer Statone a complimentary cup of lemonade in his most grown up sounding voice. With his shoulders pushed back (but not even close to filling out his father's suit) and chin held high, Braxton did his best to engage in conversation with Statone. But the officer ignored Braxton's efforts and threatened him not to set up any sort of stand near the carnival.

Frustrated, Braxton headed back to the Tower to devise a plan. There was no way he was going to pass up the chance to sell lemonade to the carnies!

It was a school day. Braxton, like most normal eleven-year-olds, was supposed to go to school. Though, he didn't like it there very much. The other children avoided him and called him names...they didn't seem to appreciate his lemonade like the Wilshire Tower dwellers. They simply didn't get him.

So, Braxton decided not to go. School is unimportant, anyways. Besides, it wasn't like his father wasn't around to tell him otherwise.

Instead, he decided to people watch. Usually, he did this from his lemonade stand. He knew most of the people around the neighborhood, or at least knew of them. He wasn't scared of anyone...except for Aberdeen. She made Braxton feel extremely uncomfortable...with her "bulbous jubilies". Although, when his father was in town, he seemed to love that creepy antique store.

Anyhow, he didn't last long at his lemonade stand. Far too cold and rainy. Braxton hated the cold. Not nearly as many lemonade customers.

Instead, he packed up stole the Front Desk Man's chair. Front Desk Man must have been out to lunch, as the chair was hardly ever empty. Braxton spent the better part of his day in that chair. The Front Desk Man returned to the building, but didn't know where his chair was, as Braxton was busy rolling around the entire building in it. Braxton was having far too much fun spinning wildly on the spinny chair in the elevator when the new guy, Mr. Alwyn walked in. His pinched face didn't seem friendly, but nonetheless, Braxton insisted on pushing the buttons. Gosh how he hated it when the other people pushed the buttons.

Hmm. Mr. Alwyn was in an apartment on the 11th floor. Braxton didn't like the 11th floor. It smelled like old people. But he smiled up at Mr. Alwyn with his toothy grin and held his breath for as long as he could until the elevator doors once again closed and Braxton could breath in "fresh" air again.

As the elevator started to go move downwards towards the eighth floor, towards home, it suddenly went dark and stopped. Scared, Braxton looked at his glow in the dark Mickey Mouse watch, his only source of light. It was about 8 pm.

Braxton sat alone on the kitchen floor. The sleeves of the oversized suit he wore engulfed his thin arms and the once crisp creases of the pants slowly unfolded. Sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce, Braxton contemplated his day to come over a styrofoam cup of hot chocolate. (He prefers hot chocolate to coffee.) He had very important matters to attend to this particular Saturday.

His to-do list was quite daunting, but with his excellent time management skills, Braxton was confident that he could handle his full day that lay ahead.

He first had to catch up on his morning cartoons. He had missed the previous two weeks due to the time he spent building and working his lemonade stand - which was his favorite way to spend time.

After hours on end of cartoon-watching, Braxton assumed his self proclaimed position as the Elevator Man for the apartment building. Occasionally, depending on which neighbor was riding the elevator, Braxton would continuously press the buttons to the wrong floor. Or better yet, he would sometimes run his hands over the buttons for all thirteen floors, which obviously irritated the other apartment dwellers.

But they always put up with Braxton's shenanigans as they felt sorry for the poor little fellow. You see, this is Braxton Jr. we're talking about. Braxton Sr., a widowed father, rarely spent anytime in the Wilshire building, as he was always away on "business".

Eleven-year-old Braxton Jr. was left free to roam the building and streets of the deceptively harsh surrounding neighborhood. But Braxton had street smarts. He knew that the folks at Jorri Rae's would take care of him and that there was something odd about the antique store across the street.

Anyhow, after Braxton's elevator adventures, he had pencilled in time to set up his lemonade stand for a while. Despite the either overly watery or overly lemony concoctions of "lemonade" Braxton created, the neighborhood's residents still loved Braxton's lemonade stand. There was just something so lovable about Braxton's quirky demeanor as he enthusiastically marketed his lemonade in his father's business suits that swallowed his skinny little body. 

Braxton took to wearing his dad's suits as he aspires to be a business man one day, too. He hopes to work for Country Time lemonade.