Charlie is just a boy who wants
chocolate milk. But he's small and can't quite reach everything in
the kitchen. Yet, he is determined to get his way. So he ties his
blanket around his neck, puts a bowl on his head, and then he's ready
to go.
He shrinks and the kitchen comes to life, with drawers and cupboards opening and shutting, and appliances twirling their cords menacingly. Charlie has to time it just right so he can hop from one open drawer to the next to land on the counter and as he does so, he grabs a spoon.
Once he lands, he must cross the stove. It is a volcanic wasteland and he must avoid the flames. He finally crosses and is confronted by the toaster, who he battles with his spoon, and wins by sending it off the counter.
He has to grab a cup at just the right time when the cupboard is open. He turns and has to swim across the sink to get to the other side where the refrigerator waits for him.
Then he looks to the pantry—a towering temple of food, and on one of the highest shelves, there, sparkling is the cocoa powder. Charlie throws his blanket back behind him, and begins his ascent. He climbs shelf by shelf, and there seems to be an endless number of them. Beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead. But he's almost there, the cocoa is barely within reach, and just as he reaches his hand out for it, something pulls down on his leg.
It's the toaster! It has thrown its cord up and wrapped it around Charlie's foot. Charlie struggles, but it starts to pull him down. His grip is slipping and he looks back at the beautiful can of cocoa powder. Then he has an idea. There's a can of tomato soup in front of him, and he smiles. Charlie groans with the effort of holding on while grabbing the tomato soup can, but finally, he drops it. It lands on the toaster, which relinquishes its grip on Charlie and falls, crashing finally on the ground. There's the cocoa powder, and Charlie smiles as he reaches for it.
His hand barely grazes the surface when he hears: “Charlie! What on earth are you doing?” His mother has entered the now-thrashed lifeless kitchen. Suddenly, she turns into the most fearful monster of all. What will Charlie do now?
He shrinks and the kitchen comes to life, with drawers and cupboards opening and shutting, and appliances twirling their cords menacingly. Charlie has to time it just right so he can hop from one open drawer to the next to land on the counter and as he does so, he grabs a spoon.
Once he lands, he must cross the stove. It is a volcanic wasteland and he must avoid the flames. He finally crosses and is confronted by the toaster, who he battles with his spoon, and wins by sending it off the counter.
He has to grab a cup at just the right time when the cupboard is open. He turns and has to swim across the sink to get to the other side where the refrigerator waits for him.
Then he looks to the pantry—a towering temple of food, and on one of the highest shelves, there, sparkling is the cocoa powder. Charlie throws his blanket back behind him, and begins his ascent. He climbs shelf by shelf, and there seems to be an endless number of them. Beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead. But he's almost there, the cocoa is barely within reach, and just as he reaches his hand out for it, something pulls down on his leg.
It's the toaster! It has thrown its cord up and wrapped it around Charlie's foot. Charlie struggles, but it starts to pull him down. His grip is slipping and he looks back at the beautiful can of cocoa powder. Then he has an idea. There's a can of tomato soup in front of him, and he smiles. Charlie groans with the effort of holding on while grabbing the tomato soup can, but finally, he drops it. It lands on the toaster, which relinquishes its grip on Charlie and falls, crashing finally on the ground. There's the cocoa powder, and Charlie smiles as he reaches for it.
His hand barely grazes the surface when he hears: “Charlie! What on earth are you doing?” His mother has entered the now-thrashed lifeless kitchen. Suddenly, she turns into the most fearful monster of all. What will Charlie do now?
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