Chocolate Splash

                                                                                                                                                             

There once was a curious young boy named Yoko. He lived in Verry Berry town. One day, Yoko was skipping down the raspberry streets when something caught his nose! The smell of delicious and rare chocolate took him straight to Mister Dandy. He bumped into the shop keeper's fat stomach. Mister Dandy was definitely not Dandy. He scowled and glared at Yoko with his purple eyes. Yoko just smirked and glared right back with his pink eyes. 

"If ya want some of em' choclats', yer gonna have'ta pay for em'," Mister Dandy rasped. Yoko looked at the price tag. Only $12,000,000. That was barely anything. At least, that is what Yoko thought. He called out to his mom.

"MOM!" he yelled. His mom finally strolled over. 

"What is it Snubbie (nickname for Yoko)?" His mom replied.

"Can I have some chocolates?" 

"Ummmmmmm, about that, I don't think so. $12,000,000 may be cheap, but this is not a very good shop," his mom said looking at the brown, oozing and melting chocolate. Yoko stamped his feet in the ground. He stomped away, fuming mad. What was his mom's problem? Was it because he called her mom, not mother? He didn't care. This just wasn't fair. First he wasn't allowed to go to Choco Loco land where there was plenty of clean chocolate, and now she wouldn't even give him chocolate here! Wait a second, who cared if his mother didn't let him go! Nobody could command him, he could go all by himself!

He was in his blueberry and flower petal bed, with his mom kissing him goodnight. As soon as he could hear his mom on the bottom step of their stem staircase, he sprung off of his bed. He grabbed his nylon bag and packed a red jacket made from wool that fell from a real, live lamb, a flashlight, some dewdrop drinks, some sugarcane cookies that he had been saving, two pieces of extra cotton, a rope and his small piece of a four leaf clover's leaf. He threw on some dark clothes, slung the backpack on to his shoulder, and quietly opened the window.

Yoko slid his legs out, but quickly slid them back in. He looked so high up! No he said to himself, you must get yourself chocolate. Finally, he pushed himself off of the window and quickly grabbed a vine. He felt like screaming, but the consequences for screaming were too much for him. He scampered to the very edge of Verry Berry town and using his keen eyesight, scanned the area looking for a brown circle. Aha! Yoko had spotted it. He took a few steps backward and galloped to the very edge of his town. Then, he sprung up into the air and found himself flying closer and closer to Choco Loco land.
Yoko found himself falling.
"No!!!!" he exclaimed. He desperately clawed at the air, trying to grasp the big, fudgy groove on Choco Loco land. He kicked his legs harder than ever. His hand dug into the big lump and he pulled himself up. He couldn't resist the urge to lick his hand, which was covered in fudge. It was so tingly and delicious. Not exactly a burst of flavor, but this was just indescribably amazing! Yoko had to get more. Somewhere, and somehow, or he would be licking the white chocolate and dark chocolate road. The bouncy chocolate pudding was fun to walk on. He would have liked to take a dip in to the chocolate milkshake, but his mom would make him eat only clover roots (yuck, yuck and again, yuck) for a week if his nice, clean shhirt became all brown.
Sliding down the chocolate popsicle street, his nose caught a whiff of something in the air. Yoko's mouth began to drool. It smelled like the richest chocolate ever. He ignored the chocolate milk fountain and was hypnotized by this smell. Nothing around him could bring him back from this vision. He didn't notice the heavily jeweled doors he went through, the golden throne he passed, or the fact that he was in a chocolate castle.
Then, Yoko saw what he had been looking for. It was a giant bar of chocolate, in a crystal clear dome. He grabbed the nearest thing and shattered the dome. He slowly went towards the bar of chocolate, and as if handling a newborn baby, he picked up a small piece. He put it in his mouth... and swallowed. THAT PIECE WAS JUST PLAIN FANTASTICALLY, BRILLIANT! Yoko wanted to stuff it all inside his mouth. He was so happy until...
"Freeze!" a voice boomed through the room. "What do you think you are doing?"
"Um, ea...eat...eating ch...ch...choco...chocolate? " Yoko stammered.
"My prize chocolate! Do you realize that you are stealing chocolate from your very own king you arrogant boy?" the King yelled. The king inhaled sharply. "You have shattered my crown!" the king cried out. "Guards, take this impudent young man to the dunking of doom." Yoko began to cry. All he wanted was some chocolate. He hadn't meant to shatter the crown by trying to open the dome. He didn't even notice that it had broke. Men in brown suits grabbed Yoko by his shoulders. The hauled him to a room where it stunk more than the Rafflesia flower ( click here to find out more).
"This is the chocolate of doom. It is the worst chocolate in all of Choco Loco. Good luck in there!" one of the guards informed and taunted. There was a giant bowl filled with a warm, brown liquid. Yoko was guessing that it was melted chocolate. He felt some gruff hands of his back and was pushed into the stinking stuff

 The guards fled as chocolate was sprayed everywhere. He made the mistake of leaving his mouth open. The chocolate filled his mouth and the taste was horrible. Yoko tried to get out, but the chocolate was hardening too fast. More silent tears streamed down his cheeks. All he wanted was some chocolate. He wanted his mom. He wanted her to sooth him with her comforting hug. Yoko's arms could no longer move. His legs were just as stuck.
Bright lights flashed in his face. He covered his eyes with his hands. His hands. HIS HANDS! They were moving! His legs could bend! There was no awful taste in his mouth, or an awful smell. His mom was standing in front of him.
"Good morning Snubbie!" his mother said brightly. Yoko got out of bed and threw his arms around his mother.
"I'm sorry Mom." His mom just smiled at him. It was all just a dream. He hadn't chosen to run away after all. In fact, he couldn't recall eating dinner. All that he could remember was flopping onto his bed, lost in thoughts. Maybe he had fallen asleep like that.
"Speaking of yesterday, I noticed how much you wanted that piece of chocolate, so I bought it for you this morning," his mother informed him. Yoko's eyes widened. He remembered the awful taste.
"I don't want that stuff! Get it away from me!" he shrieked. He bounded down the stairs. He was definitely happier eating sugarcane cookies.