"GORGONZOLA," Stilton shouted, following with a loud, smelly burp.
The filthy little rat boy moped into the room, candle in tow. "What is it Stilton?" he inquired, bored and a little impatient with the fact that he most certainly was about to be given some useless task for the millionth time today.
"I got's a hanker'n fer some grubble gum! Go out 'n git me some," the greasy man commanded, crushing an empty soda can against his candle wax coated forehead.
"Fine," Gorgonzola sighed roughly. He grabbed some extra money and started out the door for the grubble gum stand.
Upon arriving at the stand, he handed the man selling the sugary treats all the money he had brought. "I'll take everything you've got," he said plainly. The clerk scooped up all the little colorful balls into a bag for the little candle carrier.
I'm sure Stilton won't notice if a few are missing, Gorgonzola thought to himself, tossing a few pieces of gum into his mouth. Suddenly a huge amount of pressure fell on his back, crushing him to the ground. He turned over as much as he could to see the ever familiar purple blob that was weighing him to the street below.
"Hi Gorgonzola," Chowder greeted the little green rat boy cheerfully, oblivious that he was probably breaking his spine, "Is that grubble gum?" he asked excitedly. Gorgonzola, surprisingly, didn't swallow his gum on the sudden impact.
"I want some!" Chowder exclaimed, and without warning, crushed his lips against Gorgonzola's, sucking the candy into his own mouth.
Gorgonzola turned beet red. The street vendors all turned to look, as did their customers. Then it was over as quickly as it has started as their lips parted.
"Thanks Gorgonzola! You're a real friend," the purple clad kid said joyously as he hopped off of the much smaller rat boy. Speechless, he watched Chowder skip away with his prize, his face still red like fire. Their audience returned to their own business, gossip bustling in the streets.
"There you are! Where's my gum?" Stilton interrogated when he noticed his apprentice come into the room. Gorgonzola tossed his master the bag, and couldn't help himself as a little smile started to tug at his lips.
Gorgonzola got his sugar and so did Chowder.