American Cheese
A fan fiction by Kate-chan 91
Disclaimer: I only own my original characters, who do NOT include Wallace or Gromit.
Kate-chan 91's tidbits (A/N): No toast this time! Well, the show must go on whether there's a crowd or not!
Enjoy!
Chapter Two: The Offer of a Lifetime
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"What a smashing day this has been, eh, Gromit?" Wallace asked his mute friend with a paper bag full of souvenirs hanging around his left arm. "It can't get any better than this!"
"I for one, beg to differ!" a voice behind the inventor declared.
Not expecting to have someone behind him talk to him, Wallace jumped and then turned around. "Why did you do that sir!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I scare you? I didn't mean to…" the man that spooked Wallace said. Clearing his throat, he continued, "Now that I've got your attention… My name's Garret Bancroft, and I am a producer at a particular government funded television sta-"
"Oh, no!" Wallace yelped. "Don't tell me America has become a Communist country!"
"No, no, no! You have it all wrong! I said government funded, not owned… what I mean is that I work at the Milwaukee PBS station!"
"Oh… So America is not Communist?"
"To make a long story short: yes."
"Oh, thank goodness…"
"Look, look!" Bancroft said. "The point is… I was watching the event today, and I saw how you were chosen to open the factory because of your… uh…'superior' cheese knowledge. Being aware of that knowledge, I have decided to—"
"Decided to do what?" Wallace interrupted.
"Patience, my British friend, patience! I'm getting there! As I was saying, I have decided to give you an offer of a lifetime: your very own TV show!"
Wallace was speechless. When he finally managed to open his mouth and speak, he stuttered a question that was only a word long: "Wh-wh-wh-what?"
"What do you mean, what? You heard that right: your own show on TV! Just think: money, fans, a wig, beautiful women, the works!" Bancroft explained.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do it. Not without Gromit, that is!"
"Gromit? Who's Gromit?" the producer asked.
"Me dog, of course!"
Bancroft looked down and stared at Gromit. "Is that dog Gromit?"
"The one and only, eh, lad?" Wallace replied, smiling at his reliable companion.
"Um, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but just how the heck does he eat without a mouth?"
"Uh—"
"Never mind that! Moving on, if I allow Gromit to work with you, will you do the show?"
"Well, if Gromit's going to be there, I guess I can do it…"
"Great!" yelled Bancroft. "Follow me so I can get you your contract right now…"
Sure enough, Wallace and Gromit followed Bancroft to his car like sheep following a herder. After he got a contract out of a mailing folder, the producer gave Wallace it and a ballpoint pen and told him:
"Read it carefully and then sign it… here, Mister Park! Do you mind if I call you that?"
Wallace didn't answer his question, but he skimmed through the contract and then signed his name exactly where Bancroft instructed him to do so.
"Very well, then!" Bancroft said as he snatched the contract. "I'll book a hotel room for you, but you'll have to get the books to study for your visa! Trust me, you're doing the right thing—you'll probably never get an offer like this again!"
End of Chapter Two
A/N: Chapter three is coming soon, but until next time, have a good day!
Ja Ne!
Kate-chan 91