"What are you doing here?" Videl asked. She was embarrassed. Her father looked like he was fondued in chocolate. She face palmed herself and shook her head in disappointment.
Mr. Satan didn't have anything ready so he said, "That doesn't matter right now. What matters is the safety of these people. So come on, Videl, Buu. We're going home." He crossed his arms and gave his best "daddy" look at Videl.
Videl sighed and walked over to her father. Buu stood there staring at Hercule. No one said a word. Even Wonka kept his mouth shut.
"Buu want to stay," Buu said. He looked at the ground. "Buu want to see chocolate factory." Mr. Satan shook his head.
"Buu, you have to go. I can't let you hurt these peop-" Mr. Satan stopped and started to drool when he laid eyes on Violet's mom. Her face was covered with makeup and she looked like a plastic Barbie doll. "Ooh-la-la, who is this?" Mr. Satan asked in a hypnotized voice. Again, Videl face palmed herself.
"Dad, let's go. Buu can handle this on his own," Videl said. She reached out and grabbed the back of her father's shirt. She didn't want him swooning on poor Mrs. Beauregarde. "Dad! You're embarrassing me!" Videl yanked harder and ended up having to drag her father out of the factory. She looked behind her and smiled to everyone. "Have a good time, Buu." Videl and Hercule exited through the doors. Everyone was silent.
"So," Willy Wonka said, trying to spice up the mood. "Shall we go on then?" He was trying to wait patiently, but patience just wasn't in his blood.
"What about my daughter? Can you fix her Mr. Wonka?" Mrs. Beauregarde said as she set her hands on Willy's chest. "Please."
Willy Wonka pushed her off and said, "Take the little Gumgirl and her mother to the Gum Manipulizer." He brushed off the invisible germs Mrs. Beauregarde had given him. An Oompa-Loompa saluted in front of the Barbie and led her out a different door.
"Dad, stop drooling!" Videl shouted as she dragged him across the courtyard. "You embarrassed me. You embarrassed yourself."
"I can't help it, Videl, she' so hot!" Mr. Satan said dreamily.
"Shut up, Dad," Videl snapped angrily. Mr. Satan's heart skipped a beat, but in a bad way. She had never showed this much disrespect to him before.
"Videl, tell me what's wrong," Hercule said, taking his mind off the beautiful woman he just saw. Videl held her head up high and refused to answer. "Fine, no dinner then."
She rolled her eyes and said, "I can cook by myself, Dad, Mom taught me, remember?" They exited through the giant gates and out to the crowds. Cameras flashed and pictures were taken. Mr. Satan was blushing since Videl had the upper hand and he was the champion of the world. Videl ignored them and kept a straight face. Finally, she said, "You look like a peppermint."
"What do you mean?" Hercule asked.
"Your skin. It's swirled with red and white."
Mr. Satan quickly rubbed the chocolate off his arm and saw some weird pattern. He couldn't get enough chocolate off so he licked his hairy arms. Videl let go of her father and grimaced at the sight. "Dad!" Videl shouted. She stuck her tongue out and pretended to barf. Finally, Mr. Satan uncovered a part of his skin and saw that Videl was right. He had turned into a peppermint.
"Videl, is it that noticeable?!" Hercule asked frantically. He was worried the photographers might have taken bad pictures of him.
"Yes. Your face isn't covered in chocolate."
Slowly, Mr. Satan touched his face and felt skin. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
"Where are we going now, Mr. Wonka?" Veruca asked. She smiled sweetly at Willy Wonka, but Wonka only ignored her.
"Here is where the nuts are sorted and separated. The squirrels are experts! Better than humans, even!" Willy said as they walked into a room. It was a sort of balcony that stretched all the way around the room and on the lower floor, there were squirrels working away.
"Daddy, I want one," Veruca said. Her father turned to Mr. Wonka.
"How much do I pay you for one of those squirrels?" Mr. Salt asked.
"Oh, there not for sale."
"But I want one!" Veruca interrupted. She stomped one foot. "Now!"
"I'm sorry, little girl; they're workers of the factory. I can't sell you one," Willy Wonka said like it was the silliest thing in the world.
"Fine, then! I'll get it myself!" she shouted and Veruca slipped through the bars and walked down the steps.
"Oh, dear."
Majin Buu watched as Veruca made her way down to the lower level. "Oh! Buu can go down there, too? Okay!" Buu said and he leaped over the railing and landed on two feet. "Buu get free squirrel! Yay!" he yelled as he ran to a squirrel.
"I want you," Veruca said as she neared the squirrel she desired. As quick as she could, she clasped her hands around the squirrel. "Got you!"
In unison, the squirrels' heads turned to look at Veruca, even the one Majin Buu was petting. All of them dashed to Veruca and pinned her arms and legs down.
"I have to help her!" Mr. Salt exclaimed. "Get me down there immediately!"
"As you wish, all mighty one," Mr. Wonka said as he bowed. Then, he pushed Mr. Salt over the railing. "Whoops," Willy said sarcastically. Mr. Salt didn't land on the hard ground; he landed in a mass of squirrels.
"Buu go back now," Majin Buu said as he let go of the squirrel he had been petting.
"HELP ME!" the Salts shouted. Majin Buu looked over at them.
"Help me? Buu don't know that game. Sorry," Buu said as he flew back up to the rest of the group. Buu watched happily as Veruca and her father were tossed down the chute. "Oooh, Buu don't want to play that game."
"I'm the last kid here, so I win the prize!" Mike Teavee said.
Willy Wonka turned around with his hands clasped. "Oh, no you aren't. There's still him," Willy Wonka said while pointing the smiling Buu.
"He's just a fat blob. He's not a kid."
"Oh, yes he is, little boy."
"No he's not!"
"I'm sorry Mr. Wonka," Mr. Teavee said. Then he turned to Mike. "Stop giving people your attitude!"
Buu stood there silently, offended of what Mike had said. He knew to keep calm. Buu was already bullied by Augustus and Violet.
"I don't care! He's not a kid!" Mike spit out.
"Let's continue our tour, shall we?" Mr. Wonka said as he fanned himself. Some bad breath he's got there, Willy thought.
