This is just a collection of humorous little one shots based on whatever is going through my head. To anyone reading this who is reading "Jack to the Future" I'm sorry! I'll update it soon, but in the meantime, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own very few things. A chocolate factory is not one of them.
He snuck in early in the morning, right after the last of the procession of the red trucks, but before the large iron gates snapped shut. He didn't care about consequences of being found in the courtyard. He caused such a commotion that far up above him, he managed to awaken the proprietor of the remarkable factory whose courtyard he was now trapped in. After rolling over, sandwiching his head between the pillows, and several other attempts to lessen the noise, Mr. Willy Wonka decided that he would find out for himself what was keeping him from enjoying a peaceful morning of sleeping in.
Willy crept over to the nearest window and peered down to the clearing below, but couldn't see a thing from his vantage point. He furrowed his brows, and then with a nod of conviction, he shoved on some slippers and threw on a resplendent golden robe. He flung open the door with a flourish and stomped out of the room.
As he strode down the hallway to the door, Willy figured he could have just sent an Oompa Loompa to see what all the commotion was about, but unlike himself, they were early risers and would already be hard at work, and he did hate to disrupt them from the very important tasks of candy making just to check out a noise. Besides, he wanted to see what had disturbed a most brilliant dream about fruit-flavored candy ballon animals for himself
Willy finally made it to the door. His previous plan of flinging it open and directly confronting the trespasser in person seemed just a wee bit reckless now that he was inches from the door. With a deep breath, he instead cracked the door open just enough to see who the perpetrator was. All he managed to see before he was knocked to the ground was a blur of brown.
The Oompa Loompas in the chocolate room were already hard at work pruning the candy apple trees and weeding the mint grass when they heard the blood-curtling scream. They immediately dropped everything and ran to the source of the scream which they knew to be that of their employer.
When they found him he was still screaming, appearing not even to stop to take a breath. His hands were up to his face in a vain attempt to try to protect it. He twisted and writhed on the floor to try to get away from his attacker. The Oompa Loompas stared at the scene a moment before simultaneously erupting into a fit of giggles. Willy's attacker was in the process of slobbering all over his face. His tail wagged wildly as he attempted to lick every inch of exposed skin that wasn't covered in saliva already.
After enjoying the spectacle for a few minutes, the Oompa Loompas decided it would be a good idea to pry Mr. Wonka's new friend off him so he could breathe. One of the Oompa Loompas lured him away with a candy apple he had brought with him after his dash to help Mr. Wonka. Willy had just enough time to fix the Oompa Loompas with an icy stare and simply murmur, "Dog" before passing out.
After a particularly long and thorough bath, a very disgruntled Willy Wonka strode out of his bedroom to find that he had not been the only one to have done so. The washed, scrubbed and dried dog , courtesy of the Oompa Loompas, sat in the middle of his room, eyes bright and pink tongue hanging happily out of his mouth. Willy stopped dead in his tracks and recoiled, grimacing, but the dog made no attempt to tackle him again.
Willy and the dog eyed each other for a few moments. Willy was surprised to find that even after his little bath, the dog was still brown. Willy made a mental note to construct an elaborate plan to get back at those gosh darn Oompa Loompas, and turned on his heel to leave the room to see just how dirty the front hall was. He heard the sound of clicking toenails behind him, and spun to see the dog sitting just a few feet behind him. Willy narrowed his eyes. The dog closed his mouth, perked his ears, and cocked his head at the candy maker. Willy turned again and continued walking, only to hear the sound of toenails clicking against the floor...
The turning and sitting continued all the way down to Willy's detour to his private library. He scanned the spines with narrowed eyes looking for a book he recalled from his childhood. His eyes finally came to rest on the spine of a thin green book with the title, Dog Breeds of the World in gold letters across its spine. He grabbed the book and cracked it open on a nearby desk scanning the pages and occasionally glancing down at the smiling face looking back up at him for a reference. His eyes finally rested on a picture that was a spitting image of the dog sitting at his feet. He scanned up to the name of the breed.
The Oompa Loompas were checking to see if the dog had already slobbered all over Mr. Wonka again when they first heard the giggling. They followed it as it got louder and louder until they reached the library. They opened the door just in time to find Willy Wonka collapse on the floor in a fit of giggles, the dog standing next to him wagging his tail. The Oompa Loompas made their way to the desk and one of them leaped up on the chair to see what Willy had been looking at. The book showed a picture of a large brown dog. Above the picture was the name of the breed: Chocolate Lab.
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