Wonka

Chapter 11: The Little Orange Man

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"Alright, where is he?!" The chief demanded.

The crowds dispersed, and the chief looked around for Willy. He looked down at the sewer grate and noticed something. He knelt down on one knee, which was a bit difficult for him, due to the amount of chocolates he had been eating. He had gained quite a bit of weight.

He reached down and picked up a scrap of clothing that had gotten caught in the lid and ripped off. "So that's how you're doing it. Affable, I want a man on every storm drain in the city." He ordered.

"Are you sure, sir? Shouldn't we be focusing on all those unsolved murders?" Affable asked.

"No, no, no, no. This is the priority." He insisted.

The chief then tried to stand up, but found it to be rather difficult.

"Okay, I'm gonna need your help up." The chief requested.

Affable gave him a hand to his feet.

"Yeah, pretty sure I've gained a hundred and fifty pounds in the last two weeks."

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Later that night, Willy was sleeping in his bed, with his small chocolate factory working away, making more chocolates, the clicking and creaking providing a sort of soothing lullaby.

Suddenly, a small shadow appeared outside his window. The figure quietly creaked open the window and slipped inside, jumping down onto the floor.

They eyed a jar of chocolates that was sitting on the floor across the room. The small figure slowly crept across the floorboards, and reached the jar. It stuck its hands out to grab it, but it stepped on a floorboard that sank down a bit, activating a trap. The board sprang up, launching the small creature into a tube, where it slid down into a jar, that was sealed shut with a lid.

Willy's eyes sprang open and he grinned. "Gotcha!" He exclaimed.

He jumped out of bed and grabbed the large jar as the figure inside it squirmed and yelled.

"What the devil? Let me out of here! I demand to be released."

"Incredible. It can speak." Willy commented.

"Well of course I can speak. Let me out of here or I shall shriek!" The figure demanded.

"Not until I take a good look at you." Willy placed the jar on his desk and turned on a light, illuminating the figure.

He looked to be a very small man, who probably barely reached Willy's knees. He had orange skin, and green hair, and was wearing a blue tweed suit and had small pom-poms at the end of his pointy shoes.

"Good evening." The creature huffed.

Willy stared at him in awe. "So, you're the funny little man who's been following me."

"'Funny little man?' How dare you. I will have you know that I am a perfectly respectable size for an Oompa Loompa." He said matter-of-factly.

Willy furrowed his brows. "An Oompa-what-now?"

"In fact, in Loompaland, I am regarded as something of a whopper. They call me Lofty. So, I will thank you to stop gawking at me as though I was something unpleasant you'd found in your handkerchief. I find it uncomfortable and, frankly, rude." Lofty ranted.

"Sorry..."

"Now let me out of here. You have absolutely no right to go around me bottling innocent strangers." Lofty scolded.