Maybow, bloody Maybow: Part II

FLOP. Sarah and the Lollipop turned around to see Oompaloompa sprawled on the floor, desperately gasping for air. The Ogre was laughing uproariously while heaving Oompaloompa back onto his shoulders.
“That tickles!” he giggled, as Oompaloompa’s slightly damp orange stubble brushed his neck. Sarah and the Lollipop had gone outside. Meanwhile, the Lollipop was still flossing madly. Lollipop had realised that flossing was essential in keeping its fangs fresh and attractive.
“Who are you trying to impress, anyway?” Grumbled Sarah jealously. “Fangs are so 2002.”
“Really??” gasped the Lollipop. “The lady at K-mart didn’t tell me that! What an idiot!” If the Lollipop had had hands, it would have pulled them out. Unfortunately, all it could do was whinge, much to Sarah’s discontent, and sprout more stripes in its distress.

As they continued their flight from the Ogre, they passed through a beautiful forest. Sarah looked back and shrieked.
“ARGH!” The Ogre and the Oompaloompa had been surreptitiously sneaking behind them!
“EEEEK!” Screamed the Lollipop in terror, almost leaping out of Sarah’s hand.
“What’s that thing on the Ogre’s back?” Sarah questioned, momentarily motionless. Rising up from behind, they saw a large, orange, hairy head.
“Bah. Who cares?” muttered the Lollipop. “Ogre always wants all the attention.” But Sarah was still transfixed.
“Is that a wart on your shoulder?” She asked, with a mean smirk.
“I heard that!!” squawked Oompaloompa indignantly. “Who do you think you are?? THIEF!!” The Oompaloompa’s hairy hands bristled.
“Hehehehehehehe,” the Ogre shortled. “Stop tickling me!”
“I can help being hairy,” huffed Oompaloompa dolefully. Ogre patted Oompaloompa’s shoulder sympathetically.
“At least you don’t have daggy fangs,” he chortled. He turned to address Sarah. “Can I have my Lollipop back?”
“AS IF!” screamed Sarah, enraged.
“But it’s mine. You stole it.” Said Ogre plaintively.
“You are pathetic. Who’s your daddy?” Sneered Sarah. The Ogre looked at his feet.
“My daddy died when I was little.” He burst into a flood of tears. “The Lollipop was all I have left of his,” he wailed.
“Muahahahaha,” cackled Sarah, with an evil glint in her eye. “Tough cookies to you, fat boy.” The Ogre flopped to the floor, holding his head in his hands. He continued to sob, rocking in a foetal position on the grass. Oompaloompa wringed his hairy hands together, while shooting dirty looks at Sarah and her candy friend.
“Don’t glare at me,” exclaimed the Lollipop, pouting.
“I’m going to do worse,” said the Oompaloompa menacingly. He smoothed the hair on his hands and stood over the Lollipop. “I’m going…to LICK you!!” He charged towards the Lollipop, nostrils flared, tongue extended. The Lollipop whipped around, fangs glistening.
“You want a kiss from THESE babies??” Snarled the Lollipop.