Whizzers!

SimonW

SimonW

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A new story I am currently working upon. There shall be updates when I write more.


Whizzers!

Part 1: The New Candy.

“Come on in, don’t be shy! Try some new Fantastic WHIZZERS! They are sure to be a BLAST!” stated a man in a clown getup with a blue hair wig and had red make-up on his face.
He popped a small candy in his mouth and as he said “BLAST!” his head started swirling around and smoke came out of his ears before his head righted itself and blew apart.
The smoking body fell backwards and out of view on the TV screens and a new screen slid in after the body fell out of view with a red background and a multi-coloured sign saying WHIZZERS!!
“Warning: Ears really don’t smoke, head does not twirl round and blow up,” stated very quickly an American Male voiceover as the Whizzers jingle was playing.
A few kids stood in front of the TV screens in amazement and awe, the faded sign of “Joe’s Candy Store” displayed over the television sets.
“Alright, clear out you lot,” mumbled Joe, an old man of seventy who owned the candy store that the television sets were displayed in.
The kids scampered off and Joe shook his head at the television sets.
“Confounded new sweets,” muttered Joe to himself before going back inside his candy store.

(to be continued)
 
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xBella.MyEdwardx said:
This sounds interesting. XD post more.
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lol...okey-dokey. :)


(chapter 1, part 2)

Joe Jenkins was a simple man who lived a simple life owning his candy store. Forty years in business and never changing with the times, that was Joe’s way of doing business. Sure, the times changed and Joe knew better then to try and change it back. But, the one thing that was his pride and joy was his candy store. It was a run-down little place on a corner of a street. His apartment flat was above his candy store, as it had always been. The store’s bell jingled as Joe Jenkins entered his own store and jingled again as the door closed.
Turning, Joe Jenkins watched the fleeting figures of kids that were hanging around outside his store go running off down the street.
‘Probably to get that new garbage,’ thought Joe to himself, his bitter frown turning even sourer upon his face.
Sighing to himself, Joe turned and slowly walked over to the counter. He sat upon the wooden stool behind the counter that was right in front of the cash register. He felt his bones strain as he slowly sat down. Despite starting the business of his candy store at the age of thirty, Joe Jenkins knew he was no longer young or well enough to look after his store by himself. And he had nobody to leave it to; all his family was either dead or gone missing after the war. He would have taken on an apprentice, but most young men these days only cared about money. Sure, Joe enjoyed ready cash as much as the next fellow, but he was sick and tired of the younger generation. They just did not get the thrill of making homemade taffy. Nor the satisfaction of seeing a cheerful costumer that comes through the door.
Despite his disposition, Joe “Meanie-Man” Jenkins as the kids called him was a man whom loved to please people by making his candy.

(To Be Continued...)
 
(chapter 1, part 3)

The shop bell tingled and Joe Jenkins glanced up, expecting to see a bright young youth eager to spend his pocket money but instead saw a sight that sickened him more then the publicity of the new “Whizzer” concoction.
The shop door behind the man whom had just entered closed and the thin man put down a briefcase beside his feet that wore expensive business shoes. Standing upright after putting his briefcase down, the man slightly adjusted his black tie while staring at Mr. Jenkins from behind fashionable black sunglasses.
After arranging the tie, the man put his hands by his sides and a grin slowly formed on the face.
With a slight hiss of a sigh escaping his lips, the man turned his head to look around the candy shop.
“Quaint,” he muttered sarcastically to himself, ignoring Joe Jenkins.
“What do ya want here?” asked Joe in a surly manner.
The man smirked and glanced at the old man sitting behind the cash register counter.
Trudging forward, the man placed the briefcase upon the top of the counter.
“Mr. Jenkins, I have a proposition for you,” stated the man calmly as he lightly stroked the top of the black briefcase.
Joe was slightly intrigued but he knew better then to listen to an oiled-up greaser like this clown.
“I doubt there would be anything interesting for me in that case,” he replied without interest.
The black sunglasses flashed slightly as the man shook his head from side to side in mirth, the smarmy smile still plastered to his face.

(to be continued)
 
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I hate it when people rush me too.

(chapter 1, part 4)

“Now, now Mr. Jenkins. My offer has yet to be disclosed,” the man stated before clicking open the briefcase and lifting up the cover.
Inside was a lot of money, maybe more then Mr. Jenkins could count. At the rough guess, he reckoned there was over ten thousand dollars in the briefcase.
“My employers are willing to pay you this generous amount of money if you agree to sell their products,” stated the man, adjusting his tie with his left hand while his right hand was leaning on the top of the open briefcase cover.
Joe Jenkins smiled, but not a generous smile. It seemed to scoff at the offer presented before him.
“Why would I change my store now? It has been doing fine the way it is,” he remarked briskly but coldly.
The man’s manner did not change but his right-hand fingers clasped the case top more firmly. But his composure was restrained.
“In this day and age, Mr. Jenkins, it is best to go with the times. And I guarantee that if you accept this offer, your daily interest shall triple the amount and shall even bypass this amount my employers offer you.”
Joe Jenkins thought hard. Of course, he could accept, that would help his store. But, he was not ready to part with the old-fashioned style he and his dearly departed wife had worked so hard to make. Then again, it was best to see what “produce” the man and his employers were offering.
“And what exactly would it be that I would be selling?” asked Joe Jenkins to the sharply dressed man.
The man had a glint in his sunglasses that did not please Joe. It was too hard to tell what the man was thinking, let alone what he would say.
“I assume you are familiar with Whizzers, Mr. Jenkins?” asked the man.

(to be continued)
 
Sorry, been away. Here is current update...
May not be long, sorry.

(chapter 1, part 5)

Joe Jenkins grunted and crossed his arms.
“Yes, I’ve heard of your new confounded sweets,” he stated arrogantly. “And I ain’t selling them in MY store.”
The man did not seem deterred by Mr. Jenkins outburst. In fact, he merely nodded.
“Yes, those “confounded sweets”,” stated the man in mirth which only seemed to bother Joe some more. “But doubtless you have never tried one, am I right, Mr. Jenkins?”
Mr. Jenkins did not respond but the man noticed the look in Joe’s eyes that conveyed that Joe had never tasted a Whizzer before. Gathering himself up, Joe merely grunted in response.
However, the man was not backing down. In fact he smiled more broadly as he lifted a bag from one corner of his open briefcase that was stacked full of money besides where the bag was residing in. The colourful plastic wrapper contained the newfangled sweets that were called Whizzers. Joe knew them by sight because of the televised commercial that not only displayed the sweet itself but the bag sizes the candy came in. Mr. Jenkins may not like the candy itself, but he had to admit that the bags seemed overtly large so kids were not being swindled as to how much candy was in the bag.

(to be continued)
 
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Spare Oomian said:
LOL I'm glad you came back:D Looking forward to seeing what happens.
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lol...thanks.

Here is the conclusion of Chapter 1.


(Chapter 1, last part)

At this point in time, Joe Jenkins felt a sudden need to take up the man’s offer. He could not seem to understand it but there was a sudden desire to reach in the bag and take out a candy piece. Before he had time to even reconsider this choice, Joe soon found himself holding one of the confounded sweets in his left hand. He could not explain the overwhelming sensation he felt as he looked down at the piece of multi-coloured candy.
With sudden vigour, Joe Jenkins lifted the candy to his mouth and placed it inside.
A sudden tingling sensation was felt as it slid in his mouth.
The man in the suit seemed to suddenly distort as he closed the briefcase, breaking apart into a swirl. Joe felt dizzy and for a momentary moment he closed his eyes. But as he opened them again, he felt content and happy. The man handed Joe the pen and paper to sign over Joe’s sweet shop. With no hesitation and an odd smile on his lips, Joe Jenkins signed the piece of paper straight away.
The man in the suit smiled before grasping the piece of paper and adjusted his tie.
“Nice to see you have come to your senses, Mr. Jenkins,” stated the man with a smirk.
Joe did not respond. He seemed as happy as a child in a candy store. In fact, he was IN a candy store! He started to begin eating his wares happily, not noticing the man in the suit turned to leave.
The front door bell tinkled as the man in the suit left, leaving Mr. Joe Jenkins to enjoy his own product. The man left, walking down the street, his sunglasses slightly tipped forward, showing his bright pink eyes. Pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose, the mysterious man dressed in the business suit made his way down the street, ignoring the shouts of Joe Jenkins as he came out of his candy store with fistfuls of candy and dancing giddy with joy exclaiming it was all free before suddenly suffering a heart attack from the sugar and fell over dead.

(End of Chapter 1)
 
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