What If...
"We need more sparkle paper!" Yelled a small man as he ran out of the room. Inside the room was a large tube. It was very wide at the top but as it went down, it got very small until is was only as big as a pill bottle. There were smaller pots hanging over the large tube that were full of glitter. There was a small girl with long blond hair standing watching as the men running around her made the room sparkle. She brushed some glitter off her face and walked closer to the large tube.
"How many have we produced so far?" She asked one of the men running by. He was wearing a white hat and matching white overalls. Under the overalls was a black shirt. His hat and overalls were sparkling for he was covered in glitter.
"Only one millions so far ma'am." He said as he ran by and exited the room. The girl sighed and looked down at her dress. It was red and was covered in glitter. Her hair had some glitter in it too. Thus the look of someone who worked in a glitter factory.
"The cap didn't screw down on this bottle." She turned to one of the many belts that was circling the room. Their was a man inspecting the caps on all of the tubes of glitter. She walked over to the belt and grabbed a tube of clear glitter. She smiled and then walked away. The room was very clean for a glitter factory She moved over to another belt and watched as thin sheets of shinny paper was sliced and diced into tiny little dots of glitter. The blades doing the cutting was encased inside a large glass box due to the blades being very sharp. She smiled at the box. Glitter was flying everywhere. Inside the box, connected to the blades were very tiny misting hoses that kept the glitter on the belt. She followed the belt down to where the glitter was pushed over onto the second belt then moved into the small pots over head. She watched one of the pots dump out into the tube below. A third belt was moving under the tube, and it had many little bottles on it. When the bottles went under, they were filled with glitter then they moved on to get capped. Then the bottles fell onto the forth belt were they were inspected, labeled and boxed for delivery.
"Ah, my angel." Came a strong voice from behind the girl. She turned around and was face to face with a big buff man who was bald and shirtless.
"Hey brother." She smiled and they hugged. He was much larger then her, even though their ages were only a few years apart. The man smiled and he was covered in glitter, from his strange orange mustache to his bare chest to his black pants.
"How are productions doing?" He asked.
"Only a million so far." The girl turned to face the room. He put his arm on her shoulder.
"Well, it's getting better day by day my dear." He smiled.
"Mr. Armstrong, boss, sir?" A worker called out.
"Yes Joey, what is it?" MR. Armstrong called.
"We are going to need to order more sparkle paper!" Joey called. The girl looked up at her brother an smiled.
"I'll go make the order brother." She smiled and headed for the office.
"This is my happiest place in the world." Armstrong said to himself. Just then, the radio in the room began playing his favorite song and her began to sing quietly to himself
"If your happy and you know it clap your hands. If your happy and you know it clap your hands..."
I introduce to you the world Most Sparkling Man... Alex Armstrong
A/N - Please review. Constructive criticism accepted. No flames (Roy is the only person who reserves that right).