Larry Licorice, a small
blue and white allsort, gazed dejectedly through the multi-coloured packet
that was his home at the supermarket shelves beyond. Tears flowed freely
out of his doleful eyes.
"Betty," he sighed sadly. "Oh Betty Butterscotch,
why did you leave me for Monty Minty? We could have been so happy together."
He buried his sticky, tear stained face in
his hands and quivered convulsively as sobs raked his puny body.
"What's up, 'ole pal?" Leonard, an old, wizened
piece of licorice, inquired, placing a comforting hand on young Larry's
"My...my true love has deserted me!" wailed
the broken hearted lolly. He sniffed, trying to regain his composure. "We
were so happy together when we met at Candie's factory. I just don't know
what went wrong between us."
"Don't let it get to you, mate," advised the
veteran piece of licorice. "Women just aren't worth the has..."
"Ya don't belong 'ere!" bellowed a stentorian
voice with a broad, cockney accent. "Get outa 'ere, before we throws yas
Leonard and Larry, who by this time had managed
to pull himself together, turned to witness the commotion that echoed throughout
the lolly bag.
"I assure you, I am here on urgent business,"
a well educated female voice replied calmly.
Recognising the melodic tones, Larry pricked
up his ears. The young love struck licorice didn't even dare to hope that
his impossible dream could ever be realised.
"You don't belong here, Butterscotch," leered
a rowdy, yellow licorice allsort, known as Loudmouth to his neighbours.
He was addressing a female candy who was just hidden from Larry's view.
The lovesick licorice could bear the suspense no longer and pushed through
the milling crowd to uncover the identity of the mystery intruder. He shoved
Loudmouth - a licorice many candies had learned to fear - aside in his
haste. This risk to his health was entirely justified. There, before his
unobstructed view was the most dazzling sight young Larry Licorice had
ever clapped eyes on. It was as though a sunbeam shone on Betty Butterscotch,
his sweetheart, as she stood in the corner of the packet, where the crowd
of excited licorice allsorts had driven her to. In his eyes she was perfect.
"Oh Betty," the emotional licorice whispered
huskily, "I never believed that we'd be reunited."
He pulled the Butterscotch beauty queen towards
"I couldn't bear to be apart from you for long,
you great big hunk of a licorice!" proclaimed the lovestruck piece of hard
"I believed you were in love with Monty Minty,"
Larry revealed jealously, averting his eyes. "During the days prior to
our packaging at the factory, you spent every waking moment by his side."
In reply to this rather serious accusation
of infidelity, Betty Butterscotch burst into shrieks of hysterical mirth.
Her utterly perplexed bonbon boyfriend looked on in silence. When Betty
had recovered sufficiently from her fit of hysterics to articulate herself,
she offered Larry her explanation.
"Oh sweetie-pie!" she gushed passionately.
"How could you even entertain the idea that I would fall in love with another
lolly? You're the only sweet for me!"
"What about Monty?" persisted the insecure
piece of licorice.
"I thought that you found minties attractive."
"I am not in love with a minty!" Betty declared
"For sweetness' sake, Monty is my youngest
"Your brother?" the astounded piece of licorice
repeated in disbelief.
"B...but how? I mean you're a butterscotch
and he's a min..."
"My parents intermarried," Betty interjected.
"Mother was an aristocratic mint and father came from a long line of purebred
"I see," muttered a confused allsort, envisioning
his girlfriend's complicated candy tree. "That doesn't explain why you
hardly said a word to me during our last days at the factory. Why were
you so callous towards me?" Larry probed at length.
"We didn't even have a chance to say farewell
before we parted."
Betty lowered her eyes and replied sheepishly,
"I didn't intend to treat you that way, Larry, you lovable licorice. I
was totally engrossed in Monty's problems. You see, his wife, Marilyn Marshmallow,
left him for Charlie Chewing Gum. The poor sweetie is heartbroken - he
loved his wife dearly."
Despite this sad turn of events for the unfortunate
mint, a beaming smile spread over Larry the elated licorice's face - his
problems were finally resolved.
"From this day forth," Betty proclaimed, "we
shall never be parted!"
Larry wept tears of joy which made himself
particularly sticky when he embraced the piece of hard candy that was his
"Yes, Betty, my beautiful Butterscotch," Larry
Licorice agreed, "I think you must be right!"
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