Chapter 1772 Turkey Jazz Dance Detonates Candy Festival [Change]
Chapter 1772 Hot Turkey
The peacocks opened their tails, and two turkeys were tied with clusters of beautiful feathers on their buttocks. They shook their fat buttocks and jumped onto the stage, making cooing sounds and dancing.
"Nima, this is jazz dance, am I wrong?"
"It's so funny, look how big the fat ass is."
"It's really interesting. I didn't expect that this year's Candy Festival would invite Hank Farm to perform. The ten dollars is so worth it."
"It's not too late now, I'm going to buy a ticket."
Suddenly, there were hundreds of people at the Candy Association ticket office, and the number was still increasing. "What's going on? Why are so many people coming? What happened? Tickets won't be refunded."
The girl selling tickets was so frightened that she almost called for help. "Miss, give me the ticket to the Ten Chapter Candy Festival."
"Sir, are you sure it's ten?" The girl was stunned, her hand holding the phone trembling slightly.
"Martha, speak, what happened?" There was a burst of anxious shouts on the phone.
"It's okay, Dad, I have to work." Martha said and hung up the phone. "Sir, ten of them, right?"
"Yeah, here's a hundred dollars, come on."
"Okay." Martha, handle it immediately and sell ten tickets. Martha is in a good mood. She has rarely been so generous these days.
"Miss, give me five tickets."
"Five?" Martha was stunned. That's really good.
"Ten."
"Fifteen?"
Martha was dumbfounded. Something happened, and Martha was a little panicked. It was too much.
In a short time, more than 200 tickets were sold. What happened? "Martha, what happened?"
"Dad, why are you here?" Martha was stunned.
The visitor was none other than Carol, the president of the Billings Candy Festival Association and Martha's father.
"Martha, what happened? Why are there so many people?" Carol was surprised.
There are so many people queuing up in front of the door to buy tickets. This was only a grand occasion a few years ago.
"Dad, it's incredible. I just sold two hundred and thirty tickets. God, I can't believe it." Martha said. "Miss, I want five tickets."
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."
With that said, Martha said to Carol. "Dad, I have to work. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Okay, damn, what's going on?" Carol immediately took the phone next to her. "I'm Carol, damn, what happened in Candy Street, damn, how come so many people bought tickets."
"President, God, you must have never imagined that Hank Candy Factory was purchased by Han from Hank Farm. He brought the little black bear and little monkey from Hank Farm, as well as two turkeys."
"Two turkeys?"
"That's right, two turkeys that can dance jazz."
"Are you kidding? This is not funny." Carol said.
"No, no, this is true."
Carol, why don't you believe it? "Damn bastard, lie to me Carol first."
Carol planned to go and see it in person. At this time, the turkey jazz dance on the performance stage caused the onlookers, candy factory owners and employees to scream.
The entire audience under the stage followed the two turkeys and danced jazz.
"Oh, Han, when did Xiao Huo and Huo Huo learn jazz dance?" Natalie, trembling with excitement. "Hahaha, that's great."
"Haha, last time you said you were going to bake them for Thanksgiving, Dudu was scared." Li Han said with a smile. "Why don't you use a small whip every day to supervise the big and small fires and practice."
"Hahaha, it is indeed my credit." Natalie looked proud.
Alta looked helpless and covered her face. Jennifer and Lingna were all amused. Li Han rolled his eyes speechlessly. Natalie was evolving towards Dudu.
"Han, let's go dancing too." Natalie said with a smile.
"Forget it, forget it, I can't jump." Li Han waved his hand.
"Han, let's dance together." Jennifer said with a smile.
Li Han paused and smiled. "Okay."
"Hey, uncle is here."
The baby was tugging and tucking, and Dudu was blinking his big eyes. Seeing that his father was dancing along with him, the little man pulled the baby sister and jumped onto the stage. "Dudu wants to dance too."
The whole stage became a happy dance hall, and everyone imitated the turkey and danced jazz.
"God, God, it's true."
Carol, yelling a little incoherently.
The little Dudu man was dancing and scattering candies. Everyone laughed and took the candies and stuffed them into their mouths. "It tastes great."
"Yeah, I didn't expect that Hank's Candy Factory not only performs well, but the Candy Man is also delicious."
"I heard that the bear candies from Hank's Candy Factory cost more than 100,000 dollars a month."
"Really, it's so popular. I'll eat a few more soon and go back to buy some to take back."
"I thought so too."
Marianne and Dorothy, two little people, picked up a bag of candy. "Mom, Mom, you eat." Dorothy peeled off the bear candy and handed it to Laura. "It's delicious."
Laura smiled and took it. Laura was a candy maker, but she was unemployed. "Hey, it tastes really good." Laura's eyes lit up, maybe she could apply for a job in this candy factory.
There must be no shortage of market for candies that taste so good, and looking at the situation at the scene, Hank Candy Factory is about to become famous. "Hey, Sister Marianne, Sister Dorothy, you are here."
The little Doodle man found Marianne and Dorothy, waved his little hand and said hello.
"pandora."
"Hurry up and get dressed." Dudu ran into the booth and took out two sets of candy clothes.
"Wow, it's so beautiful." Dorothy took it and put it on.
"It's so cute." Dudu smiled and touched Dorothy. In fact, the little man was a few months older than Dorothy at most.
"whee."
"This is the candy basket."
Dudu handed the candy basket to Marianne and Dorothy. "Eat as you like, and give it to others."
"Yeah." Dorothy nodded happily, carrying the basket and running to her mother. "Mom, I'll give it to you."
Laura was stunned and smiled. "Dorothy, you are working now, do you know?"
"oh."
Dorothy thought for a while and nodded, carrying the basket, she ran to the children and invited them to eat candies.
"Auntie, please eat pandora." Dudu ran over and grabbed a large handful of bear candies and handed them to Laura.
"Thank you." Laura was stunned for a moment, then took it with a smile.
After the turkey jazz dance, everyone laughed and peeled off the candies to taste the delicious bear candies.
"It tastes really good," Herman said.
"Dear viewers, two turkeys just brought you a shocking jazz dance. Hank's Candy Factory not only performed beautifully, but the Bear Candy series tastes great. This is the best candy I have ever tasted.
Herman said with a smile.
Miles, after a pause, decided to keep filming and wait for the filming to end. "Herman, why are you advertising Hank's Candy Factory? Is this okay?"
"Miles, you should try it, it tastes really great." Herman said with a smile.
"Is it really good?" Miles, a little confused, took it and tasted it. "Hey, it's really good."
"Unexpectedly, Han is such a great guy. Not only is the farm well-run, but the birth of Hank the cow has shocked the entire Montana agriculture and animal husbandry industry. Hank's farm tourism is far ahead of any other tourist farm in Montana. Now let's make a candy
It actually tastes better than other stores." Myers said. "Is this guy God's favorite?"
"Haha, maybe," Herman said with a smile. "When this video reaches the TV station, I think it will definitely cause a sensation."
"That's right." Miles said with a smile.
Billings TV station, Jonathan saw the big fire and the little fire dancing, and immediately made a decision and opened a special report. "Hahaha, turkey jazz dance, it's so interesting."
Sure enough, the Turkey Jazz Dance and the Flute Dance immediately aroused heated discussion as soon as they came out, and many Billings residents called the TV station and the Candy Association.
Martha stared blankly as the stacks of tickets were sold out, dumbfounded. "It's gone. How could it be gone?"
"Martha, are you crazy? That's 600 tickets, all sold out?" Mrs. Oldman, who was in charge of the tickets, screamed.
"Yes, Mrs. Oldman, now I need five hundred more votes, no, even a thousand votes." Martha said.
Mrs. Oldman said she didn't believe it, until she knew Martha called Carol, and Carol called Mrs. Oldman herself. "It's true, God, what happened, did God come to Candy Street."
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"God didn't come, but the savior came." Carol said excitedly. "It's great, this will be an exciting candy festival."
Carol, I'm so excited. I like Hank's Candy Factory. Carol thinks this Chinese guy is much cuter than Whitebeard Ambrose. That guy is already out of date.
That white sugar, God, no one likes it anymore. At this time, Ambrose stared blankly at the groups of residents holding their children and walking quickly past the sugar shop, without even taking a look at the real sugar he made.
"Hey Ambrose, I heard Hank's Farm is coming, is it up front?"
Ambrose was very happy to see an acquaintance coming over to say hello, but when he heard the person in front of him asked about Hank Farm, "Damn Chinese boy."
"Asshole, I don't know about Hank's Farm." Ambrose glared at the person in front of him.
"Okay." The man muttered a few times. "What a stubborn old man. Sugar, God, who would want to watch it? It's so outdated. The Hank Farm show is wonderful."
Residents and children passing by all talked about Hank's farm, and candy bears were mentioned several times.
"Candy bears, damn gummies, it's really sad that people eat them." Ambrose, finally couldn't help but be curious, as more and more people talked about the series of bear candies produced by Hank's Candy Factory.
Ambrose, lowered his head and took out the bag of candies given to him by Pandora from the trash can, Ambrose. "How delicious such candies will be, these deceived bastards."
Ambrose finally gritted his teeth and ate a bear candy. "This is impossible. How can the Chinese make such good candy? Damn it, Shane, it must be him."
"That's right." Ambrose ate another candy. "Only children will like this kind of candy."
Ambrose comforted himself that yes, only children would like this kind of candy.
At this time, there were as many as 300 residents and tourists surrounding the Hank Candy Factory booth. It was packed with people, and even the children were in groups. "Little monkeys."
