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Chocolate Boy and Chip: Learn to Share

'I'm not taking this laying down—uh flying up! Oh, whatever I mean!'

Chip may have not been a part of the mortal world for long (even if he was part of the world mortals had trekked upon for millennia), but he had seen his fair share of injustice.

Take Eggman, for instance. Not only did that guy have bad taste in food and a gargantuan ego to match his gut, he had no respect at all for the lives and well-being for other people. Yet even a madman like him would have never sunk as low as the person Chip faced.

"Back off, flying squirrel, it's my chocolate! Do ya hear me? MINE!"

Ignoring the insult, Chip gave his best glare down at the little boy whose blue shirt and red pants were smothered in chocolate. It wouldn't take a genius like Tails to know what that kid intended to do with Chip's bar.

"Then how come you had to snatch it out of my hands?"

"Hello, it's chocolate!" the kid snapped with a 'duh' tone, "The second you get some, you eat it! That's the point! Everyone knows that!"

Chip slapped a hand to his forehead in frustration. "Of course, I was gonna eat it! I was just savoring the moment, that's all."

"Sure ya were."

Chip groaned in exasperation. Maybe he could cut a deal with this kid. "Look...um..."

"The name's Chocolate Boy."

"Right, hi, my name is Chip."

Chocolate Boy blinked, looking slightly amazed. "Chip? You mean like chocolate chip? How'd ya get a name like that?"

"Oh a friend of mine—anyway, I've got an idea. Since we both want the chocolate so badly, why not share it?"

CB gave the bar in his hands then Chip a good, long, hard look. He hugged the piece of candy to his chest as if it were an edible, rectangular teddy bear. "I don't know..."

Chip wracked his brain for a convincing argument when the answer to his prayers came driving by, its deceptively cheery tune echoing in the open streets. A smile too huge for his head graced the miniaturized deity's face at the sight of the fancy lettering printed on the side of the truck.

"That's it!" he pointed a white-furred finger at the ice cream truck in excitement. Chocolate Boy looked where Chip pointed and raised an eyebrow in question.

"The Jollie Ollie Man?"

"So that's his name?" Chip mused. He'd never heard of that guy, but if he could help solve this issue, then Chip was ready to take the chance to enlist his services! "Anyway, I still have some money left over from what Sonic and I earned yesterday for helping Ms. Vitello. I can get ya a Mr. Fudgy Bar and you won't have to eat my chocolate bar!"

That idea sounded like a pretty sweet deal (no pun intended, by the way), except...

"Uh, yeah, Chip? There's something you need to know about the"- unfortunately, Chip was already gone when Chocolate Boy looked back his way- "Jollie Ollie Man."

This would not end well.

He jumped at a sudden, oddly feminine scream, nearly dropping the chocolate bar, and swung around just in time to witness a barrage of assorted ice cream bars fly out the side-window of the truck, Chip and the kids around him barely managing to dodge the projectile sweets in time, although he did succeed in catching a Mr. Fudgy in midair. He hurriedly fluttered his way back to Chocolate Boy after the Jollie Ollie Man's vehicle dashed away with a speed that violated too many traffic laws to count while the other kids stayed back to greedily collect the remaining fallen ice cream bars for themselves.

Chocolate Boy was stunned, at the very least. And Chip couldn't have looked any happier!

"Wow, I didn't even have to pay. The grown-ups in this city are so nice!"

Uh...sure Chip, that's why.