John rubbed his tummy in satisfaction. Once a week, he got a decent meal at Chubby's house.
"Thanks for another great meal, Chubby." John said, getting up to leave.
"Hey John, can you help me with something?"
"Sure, what do you need?"
"A dentist. I have a terrible toothache."
"Uh... I don't know any giant doctors, Chubby."
"That's because we don't have any."
"Oh. Uh.. I can't afford a doc myself. If they see me, they're going to want payment first. And they only make house calls for the rich."
"Well, can you take a look?"
Chubby sat near the counter, resting his chin on the surface, allowing John to climb into his mouth. John looked around Chubby's mouth with his lantern. Chubby's teeth were all ugly, filled with holes, bugs, and growing moss.
John closely inspected the tooth Chubby had mentioned, one of the molars. Sure enough, the tooth had a hole filled with slow-creeping black fuzz.
John hopped out and told Chubby what he'd seen. He promised that the next day he'd return after work with his tools to try and remove the fuzz. John was a chimney sweep. He had a cleaning rod, which was a long stick with a big spider-shaped brush at the end.
The next day, John returned with a ladder, a bucket of cleaning solution, the cleaning rod, and some putty. He climbed into Chubby's mouth, and after setting up the ladder and bucket, he slowly cleaned the fuzz creatures out of Chubby's tooth. After he'd removed the fuzz, he sealed the exposed innards of the tooth with putty.
"The pain's gone!" Chubby shouted ecstatically.
Chubby and John then settled down to enjoy some delicious frosted cake.
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