Author's Notes: Hello readers and once again thanks for your positive feedback! Individualist, I'm so glad you like the chapter and Mike growing up to be an artist! :) I wanted at least one of the brats to wind up having a successful life! Sonny April, I totally forgot about the vitamin pill, now that I think of it, that would of been better option than eating a lot of candy! haha Hammond, I'm very glad you are enjoying this and that's totally ok! Don't worry about it and you shall find out very shortly about Veruca! Off we go! :)

The rain slowly fell from the dreary sky as many people bustled about the wet streets of London. 34 year-old Veruca Salt was dressed in all black and quickly placed her black full face ski mask over her face and tied up her waist-length, pink-streaked brown hair. Veruca looked at least fifteen years older than her actual age as a result from years' worth of drugs and alcohol. She grabbed her gun to make sure it was fully loaded.

"Everything all set?" asked her boyfriend and partner in crime, Patrick, who looked at his gun.

"Yes sir! I am more than ready to grab some bread! Ready for some more sweetheart?" Veruca sweetly asked.

Patrick let out a menacing smirk as he and his girlfriend dashed towards an aging stone bank. Since her rotten experience at the factory, her father had finally learned his valuable lesson and stopped spoiling his daughter. As a result of the image of the Salts walking out of the factory, covered in garbage, the Salt Nut Factory's sales plummeted at an all time low. In just two years, the company went bankrupt and ceased operation. At school, Veruca was subject to vicious bullying by her peers and she was dubbed "the garbage girl". Despite receiving some money after suing Willy, life was not the same. Veruca's parents were cold and distant towards before as she grew more demanding each day, clearly never learning her lesson. Her parents eventually abandoned her when she turned seventeen, leaving her with a life on the streets. Whilst homeless, Veruca turned to a life a crime where she later found herself a home after joining a gang in which she and Patrick were both members.

The old bank was mobbed with various tellers and customers scurrying about. The alarms suddenly sounded and everyone froze. Seconds later, Veruca and Patrick leapt in, both in their masks and pointing their guns at the tellers.

"EVERYONE DOWN TO THE BLOODY GROUND! NOOW!" Veruca snarled as the crowd all knelt onto the marble floor in terror.

"Go!" Patrick commanded, leading Veruca towards the back door.

The duo noticed a young man about in his early-to-mid twenties attempting to stop them.

"Uh-uh... I THINK NOT!" Veruca roared as she shot the man in the shoulder.

The man winced in agony, clutching his shoulder and blood seeped through his sleeve.

The pair successfully arrived at the vault where they stole at least a thousand pounds. Once they escaped through the back door, they heard police car sirens from outside.

"SHIT!" Patrick yelled.

"What are we gonna do?" Veruca frantically asked.

She and Patrick considered themselves lucky since they were never caught and arrested during any of their series of robberies they committed over the years.

"Simple! We got to move our asses to the emergency exit!" Patrick ordered as the couple found their way out via the emergency exit.

They eyed a dozen of police cars parked at the front of the bank, hoping not to be caught. As they saw an officer walk inside, the pair darted towards the opposite direction.

"That was close!" Patrick panted, finally slowing down.

"Too close! I do not want to go back to bloody prison again! I've been a free woman for five years now and I don't want that to end!" Veruca harshly declared as they quickly walked into their battered green car, hiding their sack of money in the trunk.

The drive back to their run-down apartment was fairly quick. When they reached the hidden parking lot, Veruca and Patrick both dashed in the side door, relieved that their streak was yet to be broken. Patrick loudly knocked on the fading orange door.

"Hey asshole! Open up the bloody door!" he yelled as a lanky man with disheveled hair answered it.

"Hey boss? How many pounds did you and Pink Princess get?" he asked.

Veruca and Patrick walked in and loudly slammed the door. Four more men sat on the beat-up maude couch, eagerly looking at the large sack and chugging down beer.

Veruca bent onto the floor and counted the money that she stole.

"2005 pounds!" she happily declared.

The men all smiled.

"That's pretty remarkable! That'll definitely get us through a couple of months! Hopefully we'll get more after the next heist!" a man adorned with tattoos exclaimed.

Veruca laughed and took a swig of her freshly opened beer.

"Lookee here! That is such a pretty envelope!" a short, highly intoxicated man suddenly blurted out, opening the light purple envelope.

Veruca noticed a glimpse of the signature "W" and squinted her blue eyes.

"What is this?! Gimme this piece of rubbish!" she roared as she aggressively snatched the already opened purple envelope out of his hands.

She closely scanned the envelope that was addressed to her. She slightly tipped it over and out came a large fragment piece of gold. Veruca looked at the fragment in disgust, realizing that it was a piece of a golden chocolate egg, one of the many things she wanted from the factory years ago. She let out a shrill scream and smashed the fragment in pieces and stomped onto the envelope.

"Whoa! Calm down Pink Princess!" Patrick cried in concern.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" she shouted back as his girlfriend tossed the envelope at the peeling wall.

The smell of the overflowing garbage from the kitchen sent her back to the Golden Egg Room. After Willy refused to sell her a golden goose, she had a massive temper tantrum, knocking over and kicking many items in the room. She kicked one box so hard that it only missed Mike by an inch. Veruca climbed onto one of the eggdicators and yelled: "Don't care how I want it now!" moments before she was deemed a "bad egg" and fell down the garbage chute.

She started to scream in terror as the rancid stench of rotting garbage, which increased the further slid down. Veruca landed onto a pile of garbage and screamed in agony.

"DADDY! MR. WONKA! SOMEBODY! HELP ME!" she frantically cried, hoping someone would somehow rescue her.

Moments later, Mr. Salt plummeted in the depths of the rotting waste.

"DADDY! THANK GOODNESS! SAVE ME!" she exclaimed in relief.

Both father and daughter heard the oompa loompas singing from above how spoiled rotten she was and that her parents were guilty of doing as such. The horrid song echoed the entire furnace.

They were both eventually rescued by a group of oompa loompas and sent the garbage covered Salts back into the foyer, where they met up with the Beauregardes and the Gloops. Veruca could not help but jeer at Violet, whose skin was a bright blue.

"Leave her alone. You are a very mean person!" a tearful Augustus suddenly stated.

Veruca glared at the chocolate-dipped boy in shock and then laughed at him.

"Awe...look at the brainless oaf standing up to that blue American mutant!"

Augustus began to cry again.

"Look at the fat crybaby! Go ahead, Cry fatso, CRY! And if it makes you feel better, eat all of that chocolate on yourself, eat it porker! WAH WAH WAH!" she sneered.

Mrs. Gloop gave her a furious look.

"You stay away from my son you terrible girl!" she growled in her German accent, tightly grabbing Augustus' chocolate caked shoulder.

Once the Teevees joined, the oompa loompas dismissed the four families, the Gloops were the first to leave, followed by Veruca and her father. As the two families walked out, the media looked on in shock and aggressively snapped their cameras at them. Veruca could hear Augustus sobbing and cowering in front of her as his mother comforted him.

"I-I'm sorry m-mama..." he tearfully mumbled, looking down at the red carpet.

Veruca grew irritated by Augustus' excessive crying and she wished she had punched him in the throat to shut him up. Suddenly, Veruca eyed the flying Wonkavator from above.

"Hey daddy! I want a flying... whatever that thing is!" she shrieked, pointing at the Wonkavator.

Mr. Salt glared at his spoilt daughter, fuming.

"Veruca, the only thing you're getting is a bath and that's final!"

She looked at her father in anger and shock.

"BUT I WANT IT!" she roared.

Her father only gave her a furious look.

"So, I'm not getting it? GO TO HELL DADDY!"

"PINKIE!" Patrick's voice shouted through Mr. Salt's mouth as she snapped back to reality.

He and the others all looked at her with concern and surprise, for this was the angriest they had ever seen the ill-tempered woman.

"Sorry blokes. You did nothing wrong, it's just... that candyman ruined my life! If it weren't for him, I would still be living in luxury and my mummy and daddy would still love me..." she sadly told the men.

Veruca glanced at the crumpled envelope and noticed an equally crumpled white sheet of paper. She scooped it up and read it in curiousity. It read:

Dear Miss Salt,

We are truly sorry that your father's business went bankrupt and we sincerely hope you are doing alright. We haven't heard much from you over the years and we want to know how you are doing. Hopefully you have redeemed yourself. October 1st will mark the 20th anniversary of the original tour. We invite you and your fellow runner-ups to a special tour of the factory in honor of the milestone. You will see out latest creations and will conclude with special dinner. We can guarantee that no accidents will occur. Please RSVP anytime between now and September 25th. We hope to see you in our world of pure imagination once more. Be there at 10 AM sharp.

Sincerely,

Willy Wonka and Charlie Bucket

Veruca scoffed at the letter.

"That asshat has the bloody nerve to send me and those other kids back to his horrid factory! I don't understand why those imbeciles want us back!?"

Patrick shrugged.

"I dunno. Probably just a publicity stunt as if he's already got enough..." he replied.

"Are you gonna go?" the dishevled man questioned.

Veruca gave him a dirty, furious look.

"ARE YOU BLOODY MAD?! HELL NO WAY I AM GOING! HE'S THE REASON WHY I'M LIVING THIS WAY!" she screamed as she punched a hole in the thin wall.

She then found herself in a courthouse, where she and the Gloops sued Wonka Candy Company about a year after the tour. She and her father were still not speaking to one another, despite sitting next to each other. Veruca smiled in glee as she and the Gloops won their case. She could not stop laughing at Willy and Charlie's defeated faces.

Veruca's mind returned to present day and smirked.

"I've changed my mind. I'm going." she announced.

"Why? I thought you hate that man's guts!" the tatooed man yelled.

"I certainly do but I think it will be the perfect opportunity to ruin that candyman's life, just how he ruined mine! By the way, I think you blokes should come along and help me.."

"How are we gonna do that, what if the other three kids all show up?" the disheveled man asked.

Veruca glared at him and paused.

"You mean the blueberry bitch and the TV brat? You're right, we gotta work a way around them. Obviously you'll have to hide somewhere in the factory and we'll try and map out the place before the tour. By the way, the fat kraut starved himself to death years ago so we don't have to worry about him..."

Patrick nodded.

"True, true. But I think we should all work together and figure something out, something very nasty."

Veruca smiled.

"Oh yes, something very nasty. I'll show the candyman and the pathetic Bucket boy who's boss!" she happily announced.