Ya so before you ya you the one that is staring at this read this story I have to tell you that no people or animals were harmed in the writing of this story..that is all. Enjoy.
Mello rummaged endlessly through his stash of chocolates hidden in the Wammy House pantry. Currently he was in the Swiss chocolate section. Mello had every type of chocolate known to humanity, but it was just not enough. He had tried them all! Willy Wonka couldn’t make new chocolates fast enough! Mello sighed and closed the pantry door. He turned around and slumped down head against knees up against the pantry door.
“Mello, what’s wrong?” Matt asked walking through the kitchen. He was on his way out to smoke but wanted a snack.
“I’ve tried them all, and now I have no more chocolate,” Mello sighed.
“What are you talking about Mello?” Matt asked, “You always boast about your endless stash of chocolate. What happened to it?”
“I already told you. I tried all the chocolates that Willy Wonka made and the others as well,” Mello nearly cried.
“Just eat a chocolate bar. Why does it matter what type it is?” Matt asked. That was the wrong question to ask Mello. Mello stood up and glared at Matt.
“Do you even know what you just said?” Mello asked anger growing in his voice.
“Ro…ger….Roger!” Matt yelled, “Mello is going into one of those….chocolate fits….”
“It is not a fit! You do not understand at all! What if your cigarettes were taken away from you?” Mello barked.
“But you still have chocolate,” Matt started.
“BUT, I have no new ones to try!” Mello screamed.
Several of the other Wammy House children heard Mello and turned from what they were doing and ran for their lives. Near who was in the room adjacent to the kitchen also heard and continued stacking his dice.
“Mello if you keep yelling, you will knock over my dice, and I’ll be pissed,” Near growled.
“Near don’t even go there!” Mello yelled back, “I have no new chocolate! DOES THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?”
“No, not really,” Near said flatly.
“I have to have a new chocolate or I’ll go crazy!” Mello yelled doing dramatic poses with his arms.
“Then why don’t you just go to the Willy Wonka factory and ask him to make you a new chocolate?” Near asked continuing his building.
“Near! You are brilliant!” Mello exclaimed happily, “I’ll go to the Wonka factory and get a new chocolate! Now how will I get there? I’m only fourteen….I don’t have money, and I’ll probably have to take Matt too….”
Matt who was about to pour some Fruit Loops froze with a cigarette half out of his mouth.
“Why me?” Matt asked.
“Well I need you along so I will have someone to be my slave,” Mello said matter-of-factly.
“But I don’t even like chocolate,” Matt started.
“While we are there, we can get some candy cigarettes….” Mello said sweetly.
Matt blushed and was bought. He and Mello began to start scheming on how to get to the factory. It was the matter of a plane that stumped them both. Mello suggested sneaking into cargo, but Matt refused to stay in a compressed area. He would have nowhere to smoke.
“Fine!” Mello said as Matt rejected another plan, “You think of something then!”
Matt sat back in his chair and though for a few minutes. Mello stared hard at Matt to see any change in expression of posture.
“Well….we could just use a smoke bomb to sneak on board,” Matt started.
“Matt I realize that you love that kind of stuff as much as your video games, but they would think we were terrorists! And then we would be put in jail,” Mello said.
“Mello, there is a chance that it will work,” Matt said.
“Fine I’m in!” Mello said excitedly.
The planned everything accordingly and waited till Friday to skip class and go to the airport. The carried only a little luggage, and as they walked through security, Mello and Matt smiled like they knew what they were doing.
“Ok the flight we want to sneak onto is flight 17. It leaves in half an hour. What do we do in that time?” Mello asked.
“What do you mean Mello; we need that time to sneak in!” Matt said.
The two waited until no one was looking and dropped the smoke bomb. Everyone screamed in terror and through the masses, Mello and Matt snuck on the plane. What they didn’t expect was that the flight was canceled because of possible terrorist attacks. Security went through all the planes and found Matt and Mello sitting in plane seats.
“We found them!” one of the security guards said into a radio. Mello and Matt were locked up under terrorist suspicions. It was not until three hours later did Roger make it to the airport. As Mello saw Roger he smiled and ran up to him. Matt sat back and waited for the fireworks.
“Mello!” Roger said angrily, “Do you know what you did?”
“It was Matt’s idea!” Mello said defensively, “I just wanted to go see Willy Wonka to get new chocolate! It was Matt who suggested we use a smoke bomb to sneak on board!”
“That is not important now,” Roger said, “You two shut down forty flights in a matter of minutes. This is a serious incident.”
“But I just wanted to see Willy Wonka!” Mello said angrily.
Roger straightened everything out with security explaining what was to be explained, and Matt and Mello were released. Roger drove them back to the House, and Mello and Matt were punished further for skipping class.
“But I just wanted….” Mello started.
“For all this bad behavior, Mello and Matt, both of you will have to clean and cook for three weeks,” Roger answered.
For three weeks Mello and Matt suffered cooking and cleaning. Matt was forced not to smoke while cooking, and Mello’s stash of chocolate was raided by the other children. Near smirked and went on building his fortress of dice.
“You knew this was going to happen!” Mello said angrily, “You gave me the idea to go to Willy Wonka in the first place!”
“I did not give you the idea to throw a smoke bomb into an airport,” Near answered.
“I will get to Willy Wonka! I will get there!” Mello swore to himself.
“Mello get back to work cleaning that wall!” Roger ordered. Mello sighed and continued working.
To be continued....
Oh and this is a picture my friend drew but refused to put on theotaku becuase he was shy...He did it on a chalk board the last day of school
