The Juice Crew

Halloween Special

"Dear Diary,
It's officially been a month since I've started working for the Saskia Water Factory. My experiences so far have been... SOOOO BADDD"

It was a spooky night, the sun was slowly setting and a night of horror was about to commence.
Willrum dragged his anorexic body out of the disgusting toilets, head to toe he was covered in a purple octopus costume. This helped his belly button blend in and seem normal for once.
He grinned in the mirror, sure that he was the only one with this costume. Following his usually routine, he snapped a picture for Snapchat, convinced Chloe would find him attractive.

Even on Halloween the Saskia Factory employees had to work, this was the life of someone who signed the contract without reading the Terms and Conditions.

Willrum exited the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
A loud screech emerged from the 'over there' corner, it was Maggie.
Zooming over like light, he pointed a finger in Will's face.
"What is that?" He viciously asked, Will soon realised that Maggie was wearing the exact same costume, except in blue.
"Uhhh... is there something on my face?!" Will exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
"You'll pay for this. You'll regret ever messing with ME!" Maggie cried out.

Will sighed as the dog eventually walked off. He made his way over to the supply corner to fetch a fresh batch of empty water bottles.
"Where are you going buster?" A masculine voice called out, sounding as if it belonged to a pedophile.
"Mr Dad? Oh please not today.." Willrum slowly turned around, jumping at the sight of his boss.

Mr Dad was dressed up as a sexy doctor. Will didn't think that there was anything that could make his boss appear more rapey than his usual attire, sadly he discovered a devastating truth.

"Mr Dad, is this really appropriate?" Willrum asked, as the man threw his hand on his shoulder.
"Son, I guess today you can call me: Dr Daddy!" Mr Dad informed him with a sinister grin on his face.
Will awkwardly threw his boss' hand off his shoulder, stepping away.
"I want you in the back room, today's schedule is going to be a little different" Dr Dad told him, slowly skipping towards the 'over there' corner.

Following orders, Willrum seated himself on a stool in the back room. This time, instead of being decorated by anti-Fruit Shoot Company propaganda, the room was filled with HALLOWEEN themed anti-Fruit Shoot Company propaganda.
"Mr Dad, what's on today agenda?" Sasha asked as her massive thighs navigated their way into the room, she sat down opposite Willrum.

"I'm glad you've asked, well, as it turns out, today just happens to be Halloween" Dr Dad began explaining himself.
"Which brings up the question of why we're still here?" Sasha interrupted, salty that she had to work on a holiday.
"Hush, now I know those geeks at The Fruit Shoot Company are planning something, something that will get their crappy juice even more clout.." Dr Dad continued, pointing a makeshift stick crafted from two rulers taped together, at the board.
"Where are you going with this Mr Dad?" Willrum asked, worried about what his boss might propose.
"Son, shut up. Seriously what is it with you guys interrupting me tonight?" Dr Dad complained, completely ignoring Will's question.
"...Anyway, I want you three to go around the rich neighbourhoods handing out free Saskia water samples!"

The group stood up in shock at his order.
"Are you crazy? How do you expect us to sneak into the rich part of town?" Sasha freaked out, slamming her hand on the table in fury.
"Willrum lives in the rich side" Dr Dad calmly told her, sipping on some of the sample water.
"Mr Dad, How do you know that??" Willrum called out in pure shock as he never gave an address when signing the papers to work at the Saskia Water Factory.
"In the meantime, Hippo, or should I say: Nurse with a Hernia and I have a Fruit Shoot Company party to infiltrate, they might be giving out valuable information about their next business move and we still haven't recovered from our last financial issue, plus I had to repair that hole in the ceiling, DIDN'T I, MAGGIE?" Dr Dad rhetorically asked his employee, appearing rather annoyed.
"Uh, Sorry?" Maggie apologised.