Chapter 1

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The chocolate stream gurgled.

And the Oompa Loompas waited.

First they could hear him. The tap of his cane on the peppermint candy gravel. His whimsical whistling as he walked. And then surprisingly, he stopped.

"Where the hell are you little orange bitches?" they heard him declare.

This would not do.He had to come closer.

They peered through the blades of fondant grass and around the lollipop trees. He stood not 20 feet away surveying the area with his suspicious squint.

"Oompas?" He frowned before tossing his cane up and grasping it as more of a weapon than an accessory.

They had lost their advantage of surprise. But they would make their move none the less.

He hit one in the side with his cane. Another brother fell from a blow to the head. And with a roar he threw an Oompa Loompa into a tree.

But their strength was in numbers. And as a group they would defeat him.

"Get off me you little bastards!" He cried, flipping one off his shoulders.

And then one bit his leg.

"Savages!" He roared as he pulled up a lollipop and swung it about. With a crack the rebel leader met his doom.

There was a pause.All eyes rested upon the chief's still form. And then they swarmed his killer.

They climbed him as if he was a tree and stumbling, he fell in to the river.

"How dare you!I'm fucking Willy Wonka!"

And then they dragged him below.

The rush of the chocolaty current was strong but the Oompas held fast.

Finally, the deed done, they surfaced the stream gasping and treading chocolate. They all watched as the reddish brown top hat, a vivid symbol of their enslavement, floated down the stream peacefully.

And the chocolate stream gurgled.

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