Mr. Wattson

One evening, Grandpa George decided it was time to do some laundry. His washing machine was located in the basement, but nobody knew why. Maybe it was to avoid those purple monkeys? Perhaps fear of a lion seeing him from outside?

Heading down the steps with a laundry basket in hand, he turned on the light upon reaching the room. It flickered some, but illuminated brightly as Grandpa George opened the washer and prepared everything. When the machine was started, the power suddenly went out.

Grandpa George shouted. "WHAT?!"

Meanwhile at Grandpa John's house, he was doing a crossword puzzle on his tablet and enjoying a chocolate bar. In the background, classical music played softly from his smart speaker.

Just then, his smartphone rang. He answered it and was greeted by panic.

"Grandpa John! It's me, Grandpa George! The power went out and I can't see a thing," Grandpa George exclaimed, stumbling on the stairs. "Ow! My arthritis!"

Grandpa John sighed. "I'll call an electrician and will be your way. Does that work for you?"

"WHAT?! Did you say an electric rabbit is running away?" Grandpa George responded.

Grandpa John repeated. "I said I'll call an electrician over and will be your way! They will fix the power for you!"

"Oh, ok! Hurry," Grandpa George replied, tripping over some boxes.

After calling someone local and bringing a few chocolate bars along, Grandpa John made his way over to Grandpa George's home. The sun was setting and the crickets started to chirp, but there was still plenty of light outside.

Grandpa George swung the front door open. "It's too dark in there! I though I'd never make it out!"

Grandpa John questioned. "Don't you have a flashlight, Grandpa George?"

Grandpa George was puzzled. "WHAT?! Did you say something about my last fright?"

Grandpa John was about to respond, but a white utility van pulled into the driveway that very moment. The lettering on the vehicle stated it was Wattson Electric, which the man soon got out. He had a mustache, a large yellow flashlight, and a red toolbox in hand.

"Good evening, gentlemen! Name's Mr. Wattson! Heard someone lost power, is that right?"

Grandpa John nodded. "Yes, my friend did."

Mr Wattson hollered. "WATT?!"

Grandpa John pointed. "I said he lost power!"

Grandpa George frowned. "Of course I showered!"

Mr. Wattson cupped his ear. "WATT?!"

Grandpa John shook his head. "No, I-"

Grandpa George quipped. "Or did you say I forgot to get flour?"

Mr. Wattson tilted his head. "WATT?!"

Grandpa George was confused. "WHAT?!"

Grandpa John groaned. "This is going to be a long night..."

Eventually, it was made clear that he needed his electricity fixed. Mr. Wattson went inside and checked on everything before the cause was soon discovered.

"I see the problem," Mr. Wattson explained. "Your power tripped. No worries, I will fix this in a jolt!"

A few minutes went by and the lights soon were back on. Mr. Wattson did some tests to make sure everything was good. He dusted his gloves off, a look of satisfaction on his face. "There we go! Another job complete! This one is on the house!"

"WHAT a relief," Grandpa George stated. "Thanks for helping me out!"

Mr. Wattson winked. "You're welcome! It's WATT I do!"

Before leaving, Grandpa John handed Mr. Wattson a chocolate bar. He appreciated the kind gesture and left, ready to serve whoever might be in need. An additional one was handed to Grandpa George.

"Hopefully, that wasn't the purple monkeys or a lion," Grandpa George shuddered.

Grandpa John chucked. "It was probably just something completely normal, Grandpa George. I'm heading back now, so good night. Tomorrow, you really should buy a flashlight."

Grandpa George waved. "Will do, Grandpa John! See you then!"

So the daylight faded into moonlight as he walked home. Grandpa George decided to finish his chore and put away clean laundry. From outside, a purple monkey grinned from a tree and a lion watched. Could it be a coincidence or was there more to it?