American Cheese
A fan fiction by LM Simpson
Disclaimer: This wouldn't be here if it wasn't a fanfic…
LM Simpson's tidbits (A/N): Woah… It's been a while, huh? Let's face it, I've been pretty busy lately, so I don't know how long it will take me to update again. Don't worry; this story is not dead yet—I just had a really long unexpected hiatus, that's all…
Enjoy!
Chapter Ten: Third Meeting
10101010
"We are here to address a few… 'problems'," a representative informed the trio in an afternoon meeting the next day.
"What do you mean by problems, sir?" Bancroft asked.
"Well, we are getting many complaints from viewers of The Cheesy Adventures of Wallace and Gromit. The most common are that the host is an inept idiot, the people featured make cheese lovers look bad, the mouthless dog, while cute, scares young children, and the FCC did not like Mister Park saying 'crisps' in place of 'chips' in one episode."
"But…" Wallace interrupted, "…I never even mentioned crisps during filming…"
"I was pulling your leg on the last one. But, the first three were all too true. Fix them. You have four weeks before we make up our minds to pull the show or not.
"All three of you are dismissed."
Wallace, Gromit, and Bancroft did as they were told. Every member of the trio was, overall, disappointed by the news, but it was clear that Bancroft was the most disgruntled.
"Mister Park… Gromit… Just go back to the hotel for the rest of the day… I need to think this over very carefully…"
"Oh, okay… We'll see you tomorrow, Mister Bancroft! Do try to have a good day!"
There was no further communication afterwards. They reached a fork in the hallway they were walking in; Bancroft took the left, while the pair did the opposite, towards the studio's exit.
Darn it! Bancroft thought to himself as he stormed to his office. What am I going to do now
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and looked up. Rubbing his chin, he grinned, saying to himself: "Hmm… Maybe this would be a great time to execute plan 'B'…"
He turned around, left his room, and ran outside towards the parking garage…
10101010
A while after they left the studio, Wallace and Gromit were back at the diner Nellie worked in. Wallace wore some sunglasses Nellie had given to him during their date to pretend that he was blind, so he was able to bring Gromit in. Because it was the cashier's lunch break, the trio sat in booth and ate between egg sandwiches with extra cheddar cheese.
"You mean your show may get cancelled already? Oh dear, that's not good…" Nellie said in-between sips of her soda.
"Yes," Wallace sighed, "but Mister Bancroft, that man you met last night, is trying to get everything straightened."
"Well, that's good! Are you employed back home?"
"Oh, not really… I invent things and occasionally patent them, but Gromit and me do occasionally do other jobs. Need to pay the bills, you know?"
"Oh yes, can't forget that… I had my water cut off for a while last year because I couldn't afford to pay it."
Nellie looked at her watch. "Dear me! My break is going to end in a few minutes…"
Wallace bit into his sandwich. "It looks like I'm going to have to leave in a few minutes as well…"
"Okay… I can pay for your meal as well if you want."
"Oh no, I'll help pay for Gromit's at least…"
"No, you don't have to! It's fine with me," she said, as she took out her wallet.
"Nellie, I'll pay for Gromit!"
"Wallace! I'll p- AAAH!"
A car crashed into the wall of the diner; it was fortunate no one was in its path. A masked man covered with a few scratches jumped out and stumbled towards the trio. He grabbed Nellie, who was too shocked to say anything after she screamed other than try to kick him away, around the waist and struggled back into the car; he restarted it, and drove away from the crash site.
"Nellie!" Wallace yelled. "They caught Nellie, Gromit! Oh, dear, what are we going to do?"
Gromit didn't even have to ponder for a second for a solution. He pointed to the phone, where someone was already calling the police; it would not be long before they would arrive and the duo would take their chance to rescue their friend from the masked man.
End of Chapter Ten
A/N: Yes, I know it's really short, but I'll try to make the next chapter longer. (Then again, I think it will be definitely longer than this installment…)
The next chapter will be out as soon as possible; I'm catching up on a lot of writing after my really long hiatus… Until then, have a good day, and thanks for reading!
Ja Ne!
LM Simpson