Obit Magazine has a short article on Milton S. Hershey and the new museum in his honor. It isn’t discussed here, but I think a good book or movie could be made of the rivalry between Hershey and Franklin Mars. Of course, it would have to involve aliens at some point, but you know, that’s expected.
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You need ninjas too. And a car chase. And a warehouse blowing up in slow motion.
And zombies. Everything is better with zombies. Like this book. Would anyone have read it without the zombies? I think not.
Not to mention the Willie Wonka factor!
(Do real Vikings even eat chocolate?)
Whenever they can get it.
A warehouse explosion makes perfect sense. Chocolate factories are virtual powder kegs as is.
And you’re absolutely right, Loren. A failed chocolate recipe that turned a small town into fast and furious zombies. I knew about that book too, but I decided not to mention it here, it being beneath my dignity. Or something.
Of course, Mars’ name gives his allegiance away. We just THOUGHT that was an accident.