"Goodness!" Chester said while wiggling out of his seran wrap. "It was such a long day. But at least we are refridgerated." At that moment Patrick a bag of Fritos came running down the aisle. He was running so fast, when he saw Chester standing at the edge of the fridge unit he didn't have enough time to stop before smacking right into it and knocking Chester off. "Patrick! You really need to be more careful. You're gonna make me lose my wrapping." Chester was always the worry wart of his group of friends. It was him, Patrick the Fritos, Frenchie a tub of french onion dip, Betty the bluebery yogurt, and Jim a frozen Lean Cuisine. Although, you didn't see Jim often. He pretty much stayed in the freezer. If you needed to have an in depth conversation with him, you usually headed to the freezer aisle. Chester started to hoble his way down the edge of the unit, "Frenchie. FRENCHIE! I need a favor." "What do you need Chester? You know I actually enjoy my sleep." Frenchie was a grouch. No other way to put it. He didn't like to be bothered, and he hated being the tub on the bottom of the stack. Frenchie jumped down from his position on top of the other tubs, almost knocking down a tub of Sour cream on the way down. He didn't care. He didn't look back to see if the sour cream was ok. "If you have some sort of crazy prank or plan I want NO part in it." he shouted toward Chester. "Crazy? I didn't think it was crazy. Exciting! Yes I would call it exciting." Chester hollered while waddling his way up to Frenchie. "Count me out." "But, come on!" "Count Me out!" "
To be continued. later tonight.
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