23/12/2012

The Pudding Factory (What? AGAIN??)

Repeated again this year. my first blog posts from 2007. 
Unchanged and uncorrected (though it sure needs to be)


Even though the day shifts are done the aroma of
hot nuts and sweet fruits stray through the city in the
chilly winter night.

The Pudding Factory warms the heart of the city,
especially at this time of year. The family of workers
bustle and graft producing puddings, fancies and
delectables for all occasions, special or not.

Tarpin Espenny, corporate ogre and corpulent scumbag
regards the Factory with disdain. It is happy and generous
and many other things that he holds in contempt.
Securing the obedience of the malevolent keeper of the
neighbouring zoo, Tarpin attempts sly sabotage.
Randolph pokes the wild beasts of the reptile house through the
adjoining wall into the pudding factory.

The ensuing cross contamination and perilous food hygiene
became a real concern for the factory's loyal patrons.

Almost without exception, customers of the pudding factory
were forgiving and tolerant of the unusual incidents. The zoo's
kinder staff recovered and returned the beasts as they appeared
and business continued as the Yuletide grew nearer.

This good will clearly displeased the sour Tarpin
who viciously resolved to escalate his assault on the pudding factory.

Randolph relished the opportunity to practice with his explosives
 and the timers tick on into the night.

KA-BLANGOO!!
The first explosions freed the zoo's wildest captives,
the following charges steered the stampede toward,
 and then into the pudding 

The whole animal riot charges through the pudding factory,
crashing through festive comestibles and
industrial appliances with equal abandon.

At this stage pudding production was on an indefinate hiatus.

Damage was done to both pudding stocks and to vital ingredient
supplies. The factory staff battled against the misfortune and were abley assistant again, by the good staff of the zoo.

The joined forces of the pudding staff and the zoo keepers
set about the clean up and removal of all those animals
gentle and small enough to stay still. While the larger and
wilder beasts did pretty much what they liked, for the meantime.

Of course the wild rumpus could not be confined to the factory
and the animal mob takes to the chilly winter evening.

Much to the smug approval of the vile Tarpin who
watch the commotion from his window.
Gleefully savouring their struggle, the truly unpleasant swine.

Despite Tarpin's point of view a steady resolve was making a difference
and animals and festive delectibles were separated
and returned to their respective quarters.


As it turned out, the animlas themselves helped to restore order.
The zoo patched up its cages and the factory filled its gappy walls.

Unsettled at the growing harmony Randolph, again, raises the stakes.
Whilst the factory staff and zoo keepers struggle to resolve matters,
he takes his service revolver and sabre he incites the wilder animals to a frenzy.
Though someone has spotted this nefarious activity.

Randolphs nefarious actions had been noticed by a glad hearted stranger
who tackles the ruffian appropriately. With the malevolent catalyst
subdued, the pudding factory problems should be resolved in time for Christmas.

The strangers influence settled the brutes but the peace would not last long.

Out of doors the remaining animals were returned safely to the zoo staff.
The ingredients and kitchen chaos was collected and tidied.
Pudding factory workers, zoo keepers and customers and anybody
passing by had lent a hand. Peace crept through the chilly winter night.

Disregarding the harmony now rampant in the factory,
Randolph had gain the upper hand in his set-to with the red rescuer.
The severest blow however, was stayed by the hand
of a grateful stray, yet to return to his home.

At last, the engineer of the Christmas chaos reaches his sticky end.

The puddings, pies, cakes and treats where finished and
distributed all in time. The staff at the factory shared a celebratory
sweet feast with the zoo keepers. Glad satisfaction warmed
the city in the chilly winter night, followed by the aroma
of hot nuts and sweet fruits.

But what of that dastardly humbug?

Merry Christmas, to those who deserve it.

4 comments:

stefan marjoram said...

Cor fanks mister! That warmed my cockles right up and no mistake. Merry Christmas!

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Nic Sweet said...

LOL!!!

Rich Johnson said...

Outstanding.