Mumbler Willy Wonka Novels & Stories

I finally saw one m&m and I decided to munch on it, it was peanut butter flavor so that was a good deal . while I was munching on it I didn’t realize that the pack of the m&m the was making little sounds all I know is that the next thing hear someone telling me to stop. “ stop what you’re doing, raise your hand in the air and slowly turn”The person said . I was scared, it looked like I was a thief in my own fathers house funny right ?, The fact that I can’t even have a midnight snack in peace without someone thinking I’m a thief is very funny.

“Get a load of that success!” “Don’t be a little prick.” “Every big prick needs a little one.” “Dollars!” Milka shrieked, stomping across the room with her hand out and her chubby fingers clenching in a “gimme” motion. Dutifully, we both dug dollar bills out of our pockets and handed them over. “Tankoo.” She narrowed her bright blue eyes, then pointed at the space between us. “No fight! Bad Uncy Aid and Uncy Titus!”

“Mum had something to do. You know it's your birthday soon and you wanted an alien themed party. She had to go all the way to the Vampires to get your costumes.” The twins gasped. “But won't she get eaten by a vampire? I heard they have sharp teeth and long nails.” Lana cooed as if agreeing. “Have you seen mum? Pssh, she'll never get eaten. She's the Queen. Her wolf is as big as this house.” The twins giggled and whispered something to each other. “What about dad? What is he like? Is he as big as the world?” Maybe Milo didn't think this through. I couldn't help my laughter as he froze, not knowing what to answer.

MariGold “ahhhhhhhhhhhhh” That was Eliza's scream or squeak or squeal. Just know that if I have any complications with my ears, Eliza's responsible. “OH my God I can't believe this! Gosh!” she finally said after she finished screaming. She grabbed my arm and gawked at my palm where Wilbur wrote the number “oh my God! He really wrote this?” she asked rhetorically I rolled my eyes and snatched back my arm.

“You two should hang out and bond over your mutual love for Korean dramas.” I forced a smile, nodding. “Yeah, we should. Let’s begin, shall we?” “Yeah, sure.” We started working on the assignment – discussing our thoughts, objections, and opinions and writing them down. About 30 minutes into it, Alex pulled out a bag of marshmallows. I watched him as he opened it carefully as if any rough or sudden movement would crush the marshmallow and render it unfit for human consumption. He proceeded to pick one and put it into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he chewed it, making a sound in his throat. It felt like it was just him and his marshmallows that mattered. It was as if he was shooting a comm

I hiss under my breath so only she can hear me. “Try this combo,” Dad says and I smile at him and take the bow only for me to wrinkle my nose in irritation. I look at Aunt Melan in horror, “The chicken has gone bad.” And as if to answer my warning, “The food is delicious.” William says while taking a bite of the chicken and I almost fly over the table. “No, don’t eat the chicken. It smells so bad. I think it’s not okay.” I warn him but I feel a nudge on the side and I turn my head to whisper, “You must have gotten the expired pack.”

"Frank Lawrence, you have balls, I'll give you that—but you're done. You just had to enter my house and make a mess of things. Do you know what comes after?!" His eyes flashing maniacally, Willy cackled hysterically. "Hehehe… It's not just you! Every single person you ever held dear will die in the most painful and gruesome ways! As they do, they will curse and spite you, regretting ever knowing you! The same goes for you, Frank Lawrence. You're all done because I say so!"

So by the time Zeke calls me at 6:00 in the morning (the sadistic bastard loves calling me early, because he knows I’m not a morning person), I feel like I would have been better off not even trying to sleep. “Good morning star shine, the Earth says hello!” Zeke says. I’m so tired, it takes me a minute to figure out who he’s impersonating this time. Then it hits me, and I literally face-palm. Willy Wonka—and not the Gene Wilder Willy, but the Johnny Depp Willy. Technically not a serial killer, but definitely a sociopath, and I guess after thirty or forty years of doing this, Zeke’s probably running out of good characters to impersonate.

“Hi Trent – I’m Willow, but you can call me Wills.” “Hi…Wills…where am I? Where’s my mum?” He turns to look behind him as the door is flung open. I watch his mum run over and collapse on the floor beside him, dragging him into a crushing embrace as she sobs and chants his name over and over again. I can’t understand her sobs or what she is saying but I get up and stretch then walk towards Zale, standing in the open door, to give them a little privacy.

Wiggles, the caterpillar mascot, who had become something of a classroom celebrity since Chloe's arrival. "Mr. Wiggles wants a bite of my sandwich," Anya said, holding up her lunch. "Mr. Wiggles doesn't eat sandwiches," Chloe informed her. "He eats leaves. Specifically mulberry leaves. I read about it." "Where did you read about it?" "In the library. Miss Paula took me there during reading time. They have a whole book about caterpillars. Did you know caterpillars have twelve eyes? Twelve!" "That's a lot of eyes."