"Yes! Buu can get ice cream!" Majin Buu shouted triumphantly. He raised his gloved hand that held the two zenny he had earned from Mr. Satan. He hopped down the steps like a child and zipped through the well-tended garden.

From there, he raced to his favorite ice cream parlor, but something caught his attention. It was an advertisement for Willy Wonka's Wonka Bars. To get a better look, Buu pressed his face against the glass and watched the advertisement from the outside. "Mmm. Buu should get chocolate!" he said with glee. He walked inside the small candy shop and browsed for a bit until he found the Wonka Bars. Majin Buu stared at them as if they were lost artifacts.

"Are you interested in buying a Wonka Bar?" the cashier asked. He had a feeling Buu might be a thief.

Buu scratched the top of his head. He was thinking whether or not to buy a chocolate bar. Finally, he came up with a decision. "Buu want," Majin Buu decided. He grabbed a Wonka Bar and walked up to the counter.

"That would be two zenny," said the cashier reluctantly. He held out a hand to Buu.

Buu pressed the two zenny he had and opened his chocolate carefully. He had never tried a Wonka Bar in his life! The very first thing he saw in the chocolate was a golden ticket. Buu's eyes got wide and his eyebrows arched inward. "YOU SCAMMED BUU!" Majin Buu shrieked. "WHY YOU SCAM BUU?!" He got angry. Steam emitted from the small holes in his head and he clenched his fists. His grip was hard, so of course the chocolate broke into pieces. Realizing that there was chocolate, Buu quickly got to his knees and used his tongue to pick up the remaining pieces.

"Y-you have a golden ticket!" the cashier cried. Buu got up from the floor and looked at him confused. "You get to go to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory!" The man behind the counter did a little happy dance, but stopped when he saw Buu stare at him awkwardly.

"You mean Buu get to eat more chocolate?" Buu asked, still a little lost.

"Yes."

The corners of Buu's mouth curved. "Yay!" Buu yelled. Then he ran out of the store screaming like a maniac.

When he arrived home, he saw Videl in the front yard pacing back and forth. Majin Buu dashed through the Satan gates to tell Videl the news.

"Videl! Buu has ticket to chocolate factory!" He stopped right in front of Videl and showed her the golden ticket. Before she could say anything he ran right over her and dashed inside to tell Bee and Hercule.

"Ow!" Videl called while lying on the floor. There was a clear footprint on her forehead. Videl nursed it while she attempted to stand.

Inside the house, Buu was calling for Bee. "Bee! Bee! Where are you?" After a few minutes of searching, Bee came racing down the hallway. "Bee!" Majin Buu said joyfully. Buu got to his knees and when they came together, Buu started licking Bee's face. Buu's laughter and Bee's barking summoned Mr. Satan out from his chambers.

"What all the racket about?" Mr. Satan asked while cleaning his ear with his index finger. "Oh, hey, Buu. Nice ticket. It looks like one of those, uh, Wonka Willy tickets they show on TV." Mr. Satan squinted, trying to make out what Buu was holding. "Wait a minute, that is a Winky Wollie ticket!" With his pink slippers and towel that was wrapped loosely around his waist, he ran to Buu to get a closer look at the golden ticket. Since Buu couldn't read, Mr. Satan read it out loud. ""You have been invited to join me in my factory. You may bring one other acquaintance." Buu, who are you bringing?"

Buu sat there and thought. His mouth moved around and he tapped his chin with a finger. Finally, he answered, "Buu go bring Bee!" Mr. Satan flipped over, but recovered quickly.

"B-but, Buu, Bee is an animal. I don't think Wallie Wunky would like that," Mr. Satan exclaimed. He grabbed Buu by the arm and begged, "What about me? Can't I go witchu, Buu?"

Buu shook his head. "Buu want Bee!" Majin Buu pouted and wrestled his arm out of Hercule's grip. Buu crossed his arm and looked at the floor angrily. "Bee wants to go, right, Bee?" Bee breathed heavily and wagged his tail, doing what typical dogs usually do.

"Wait, Buu! Dogs will die from chocolate! We don't want Bee to die, do we?" Mr. Satan reminded. Buu looked over at Hercule with a dumbfounded expression. Mr. Satan knew he got Buu on the ropes! The only thing Hercule wanted was more fame, and he could do it with the help of Willy Wonka.

"Okay," Buu said happily. "Buu and Videl go."

"What! No! Videl is, uh, allergic. Yes, allergic!" Mr. Satan countered. He raised his index finger like he was making a point. "I'm her father, I should know." Mr. Satan crossed his arms and nodded reassuringly.

"Buu and Videl ate chocolate cake yesterday," Buu said. He knew for sure because he ate Videl's cake when she was half finished.

"No! That wasn't chocolate!" Mr. Satan cried. "It was, uh, Satan cake! Yes, Satan cake. It tastes like chocolate, but it's not. Buu, I don't want my daughter eating chocolate, you hear? I'll go." With that said, Mr. Satan got to his feet, and as he did, his towel slipped off. Hercule didn't notice a thing. He walked into his room and shut the door.

Buu stared at Hercule's door and rubbed his eyes. Then, he looked at Bee. "Come on, Bee, let's sleep. Buu and Videl go early," Buu walked to his room and opened the door for Bee. Bee galloped in and Buu was right behind him. Majin Buu set his ticket down on his nightstand and belly-flopped onto his bed. Lots of fun tomorrow! Hehe, Buu thought as he drifted off to sleep.