Friday, September 14, 2007

Super Sugar Supreme

They walked into the warehouse, there wasn't anything inside. "How strange," Gerald thought to himself, "I was expecting a licorice delivery today."

The warehouse office was cold and damp, like there had been a water leak for thirty years, but it was all he could afford at the time. It would be a good start for his new candy business, Super Sugar Supreme. He was getting tired of the music industry and wanted to pursue another career. He put the shipping invoices down on the desk and picked up another sheet of paper that he had never seen before.

"What's that?" James asked.

"I'm not sure, it wasn't here last night. It's all scribbled, like a kid wrote it or something. Seems like this warehouse is haunted?" Gerald laughed. "I'm gonna be haunted by some kid for my candy. Probably a dentist's kid."

"It is kinda creepy in here. And damp." James was standing in the middle of the warehouse looking up at the rafters.

Gerald walked over to James and patted him on the shoulder. "don’t think about it, and start moving those crates on the south wall. I’m going to call the delivery company about that licorice."

Gerald walked away humming to himself. James swore it was The Good Ship Lollypop.

James took one last look at the rafters and sighed. "I guess I’m just being paranoid" he said to himself. He didn’t get far when he stopped…looking up at the rafters again. "Did that dark area just move? Or am I seeing things?"

"Hurry up I hear them coming!" Jon yelled to Marc.

"I just about got it!" Both boys scrambled down the fire escape and peered into the warehouse from a far corner window. They giggled at what they heard. Between Marc's talent with technology and Jon being known for his pranks, the two boys set up a projector to cast shadows on the roof. They couldn't believe James would go for it on the first try. "He's freaked out already!' This is gonna be great!"

As the boys watched, James investigated the situation a little more closely. "There’s nothing there!" he said, more to himself.

"Who are you talking to?" Gerald said as he came out of the office.

"Oh, uhm, nobody. Nothing. I just, I thought, nothing it’s gone."

"Okay, well, can you get to work please? That shipment will be here in about 45 minutes. I called them…stuck in traffic. Can you believe it?"

James gave his head a shake and walked over to the fork-lift, keeping his eye on the ceiling for any movement. Outside the boys were laughing hysterically. "Oh man, this is going to be good!"

In that moment, on the other side of the city, a truck get side swiped on the freeway and falls over the guard rail. It happens to be the same truck carrying a licorice delivery for Super Sugar Supreme.

"This is Sam David Henry 683 requesting back-up on the Liberty Freeway, northbound." Officer Nugat radioed for back-up at approximately 2pm, she had been on traffic duty that afternoon and happened to witness a red Lamborghini split the lanes and force a delivery truck off the road. The truck must have been loaded for bear as it readily tipped over the guard rail. As soon as officer Nugat radioed the station she noticed the driver of the truck crawling out the back doors clutching a red and black rope. She got out of her cruiser and approached the scene. It wasn't a red and black rope the driver held tightly in his hands, it was licorice!

"Sir! Is there anything I can do to help you?" Officer Nugat yelled as the driver of the delivery truck made his way back to safety using the licorice as a rope.

"No ma'am this here licorice seems to have saved this old fellers life! Guess a guy's gotta be thankful for that summer heat today! Not so sure the recipient of that there licorice is gonna be
as happy."

"Did you happen to get the licence plate number off that Lamborghini?"

"No ma'am can't say that I was payin' that much attention, had the radio blarin' in my ear y'know."

"Well I'm glad to see you're okay," Officer Nugat stated. "If you don't require any further assistance I'll be on my way."

The truck driver untangled himself from the various ropes of licorice as the officer drove away. In the distance he could hear the ambulance sirens. Officer Nugat radioed in for the address for Super Sugar Supreme and headed to the warehouse to inform the owners herself of the accident.

"What do you mean my licorice shipment was damaged?" Gerald yelled into the phone. "I've been waiting for three weeks for that, what am I supposed to tell the kids! Kids don't understand the real world!" With that he slammed down the receiver.

"Big problems little China?" James asked.

"Yeah, the delivery guy who was stuck in traffic got in an accident and the only thing that could save his life was our licorice!"

"What?!" James questioned.

"Don't even ask." As Gerald walked over to a crate of Cherry Blasters, in walked Officer Nugat.

"Good afternoon gentlemen, I'm Officer Nugat from the SCPS. I just witnessed an accident with one of your delivery trucks."

"Yeah the guy ruined our specialty licorice." Gerald retorted.

"You should be glad he's still alive." Officer Nugat replied.

"Oh don't get me wrong, I'm glad he's alive, I'm just frustrated with this whole candy business."

"I see, " stated Office Nugat.

"Was there something you needed officer?" Gerald asked.

"I was wondering if you knew anything about a vehicle traffic accident involving a red Lamborghini?"

"No, should I? I've been in this warehouse all afternoon, me and my partner James."

"Well it seems that the Lamborghini was the cause of the accident with your delivery truck."


"Shortly after your delivery truck was side swiped, the Lamborghini crashed."

"Was everyone okay?"

"Yes it appears so, but the car however is not. Apparently a Jon Levine was driving it."

"Jonny? You've got to be kidding me!" Just then Gerald's phone rang.


"Gerry, it's Jon. You'll never guess what just happened! I was test driving this sweet ride..."

"A red Lamborghini."

"How'd you know?" Jon asked.

"There's a cop in my warehouse right now asking about you."

"Aw man that ride was so wicked..."

"Jon," Gerald interrupted, "are you hurt?"


"How's the car?"

"Well she's not in very good shape..."

"Where are you right now?" Gerald hears yelling and screaming in the background on the other end of the phone.

"I'm at the dealership, they just towed the car in..."

"Can you get a ride over here? I'll let the cop know you're okay and we'll work out the details later."

"Yeah, I've got my car, I'll be there in a bit."

"Well he's okay," Gerald told the cop. "When he get's here we'll work out what to do with the dealership. Sorry to have wasted your time officer..."

"Nugat, here's my card if you need anything." Officer Nugat left the warehouse.

"Ooo, 'here's my number - call me if you need anything'" James mimicked. Gerald glared at James.

"Dude you should have seen that sick ride!" Jon walked into the warehouse.

"Dude you now owe $300,000 for a piece of crushed metal." Gerald retorted.

"Ah shit, it's just money. If you came back to the band we could write a couple songs and this would all be taken care of!"

"I told you I wanted a change, this," Gerald said pointing to pallets of candy, "is what I do now.
James and I are trying to make this work. James?" James was aiming a shot gun at the rafters.

"There's something up there..." James said as he aimed the firearm.

"There's nothing up there," Gerald said in annoyance.

"Probably just a bat or something." Jon said with a grin on his face. Just then James pulled the trigger, reloaded the gun and fired again.

"James what the hell are you doing?!" Gerald exclaimed.

"There is something up there and I'm tired of looking over my back. I'm getting rid of it once and for all!" At this point Jon is laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny Crashy McCrashesAlot?" Gerald questions.

"It's a projector Marc and I rigged up to cast shadows to give you guys a scare!" James explains.

"We thought it would be a good practical joke..." James starts.

"...and maybe you'd quit this latest scheme and come back to the band." Marc chimed in. He had just heard the news cast of the crashed Lamborghini and pulled up the warehouse to see if everyone was okay.

"You're kidding me?!" Gerald fumes.

"We thought you knew," Marc said "and you were just playing along. The look on James' face this morning was priceless!"

"You guys did this?" James asked.

"Well yeah, we've been pretty bored since you guys left the band and we thought if we gave you a hard enough time you'd quit and the two of you would have no choice but to come back to the band. We kinda miss you guys..." Jon said sheepishly.

"Well I do kind of miss the music industry. I just wanted to see what else was out there..." Gerald said thinking. "And now I have some roof repairs to do...what am I gonna do with all this candy?"

"It'll be a great muse!" Marc said with his mouthful of cherry blasters.

"We could throw it out at the crowd on our next tour!" Jon chimed in.

The next day the boys went to the studio and recorded their next hit single "Super Sugar Supreme". The Philosopher Kings were back in the business, but first they had to pay a car debt...

1 comment:

Michael Young said...

I like this -- both the story and the concept of the blog in general.