I begin selling Willy Wonka candy at my Drive-in next door so he sends over a dozen oompah loompahs to help market the products. Turns out they are randy little devils and they waddle-march up the hill to serenade you with their lesson songs. After about 5 choruses of "doom-pa-dee-do this and don't do that" you agree to take them all to McDonald's for happy meals to shut them up. You are now nanny to 12 loompahs.
And I become King.
And I become King.
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