Disclaimer: Oh Easter bunny! Your laser eyes murdered by beer jar's spouse! And now there's oil, beer, and blood on my spaceship - uh-oh! And one day I'll rise up against you with an army of toddlers and seek revenge! Oh Easter bunny, oh Easter bunny, oh Easter bunny…..!!!!!!!!

BTW: I'm not going to repeat myself. Sonny is all I've got. If some of you noticed I borrowed some lines that might be yours, please, please, please don't be angry. If this story make sit big and get money, I split it with you and give my share to Oxfam.

Chapter Seven

Following along behind Mr. Wonka, everyone came to a stop when that strange humming was heard again, but to a different lyric less tune, along with a drumming. Their eyes widened at the sight of a ginormous, barbaric-styled vessel in the shape of a seahorse in hot pink making its way towards the riverbank where the people waited. Moving swiftly through in a slow fashion, with metal oars that reminded Sonny of gigantic spoons, cutting through in almost-silence. They were humming to the beta of the drum, dressed in blue looking straight ahead before coming to a stop.

Sonny let out a laugh when the Oompa Loompas expectedly start to laugh in unison after stopping.

"What's so funny?" Violet asked. She was standing beside Veruca, so Sonny had to keep an eye on the two of them to make sure that nobody else fell into the chocolate.

"I suppose it is because they're riding through what they love the most, besides the fact that they're literally swimming through their pay," Sonny shrugged at her more or less sarcastic guess. She didn't mean to sound so snarky, simply trying to be of help.

Willy Wonka leaned forward slightly, his arms folded neatly in front of him, "I think it's from all those dog-gone cocoa beans," he was considering Sonny's words and giggled to himself. Now thinking more about Sonny's muse, it did make sense. "Hey, by the way, did you guys know that chocolate contains a property that triggers the release of endorphins? Gives one the feeling…"

Sonny grabbed the little boy's hand when he almost tripped into the chocolate, or worse, could have slammed right into the boat. He flushed slightly as she told him to be more careful. Mr. Wonka's eyes lingered over her a split second when they realized that they were staring at each other.

"…Of being in love." They both looked away, a flush already forming on their pale complexions. He couldn't possibly think that. She couldn't possibly think that. It had only been barely an hour. Things like that…she asked me not the word, didn't happen so quickly…did they?

Inconspicuously Sonny dropped the candy ball she hand in her hand, wanting to make sure that the feelings bubbling inside of her weren't from the said endorphins.

"You don't say," Mrs. Beauregarde's suggestively said. Surely that woman was a married woman, wasn't she? Sonny didn't like the look of discomfort at the tone at the chocolatier's nervous gaze at nothing ahead of him, just wanting to forget what that woman had suggested.

Smile having been lost, there was a unsteady start in her voice as Mrs. Beauregarde battered her lashes. "A-All abroad," He swallowed in silence, looking to see Sonny was smiling diminutively. Without doubt could the girl have been enjoying seeing him so tense, did she? For some reason he thought that if she enjoyed sadomasochistic things, he felt he wouldn't mind. What are you saying, Willy! He mentally smacked himself, regretting taking a bubble from that candy bar when Sonny wasn't looking. Stupid endorphins.

Sonny regretted smiling so lightly. She didn't want him to think she enjoyed seeing him so uncomfortable, but she was glad that from the discomfort Mrs. Beauregarde had given him, that he didn't feel the same way with those one-sided feelings. Someone else pinning for his fondness would put her so-called feelings to the test, she concluded.

She sighed to herself, disliking that last statement. She really wanted to be happy but she was starting to believe that she wanted him to be the happy one, afterall, from all the childlike emotions behind his hues laid something beyond her - something that was cloudy with unhappiness, the same shadow she recognized from the factory that day she saw it again.

She turned back to Veruca letting her go ahead of her, muttering to herself, "After you, Madame,"

Veruca just turned back to her and curtseyed in response, a smile plastered on her face. "How kind of you to put me before you, sir." She sat down.

"Oh, it's only fair, afterall. As the saying goes, ladies first -" Sonny stopped when a gloved hand is held out in front of her. Her eyes meeting with violet ones. He didn't understand it - he knew this girl had the ability to be as snobby as her wart of a sister, and yet she was endearingly was not. He didn't know how to comprehend her, but she was brilliant, like a light that always shined through somehow and someway.

She took the hand, giving her a leverage as she smiled fully, a faint pink running along her cheeks. "Thank you." She took her seat beside Veruca, smoothing out her dress while she sat down before Mr. Wonka stepped back to allow Mrs. Beauregarde to slide in next to her. A fairly warm feeling embedded itself inside of her chest, and she didn't know what to think of it, not wanting it go away, she decided to at least hold onto for the time being.

Mr. Wonka took a seat beside the little boy and his grandparent. He waved his hand, "Onwards!" The humming came again as they lurched forward slowly. He was starting to wish he had directed Sonny to sit beside him, but now realizing that the bench only had space for some few, he left it be. She was sitting two benches on him, and he could still faintly smell her aroma of cinnamon and something else - he couldn't put his finger on it, but it gave off its own individual charm, not mixing with the other colognes and perfumes that lingered ont eh boat brought by the other pa - pa - pa - that word, he told himself.

He handed the little boy beside him a ladle of chocolate, remarking on how skinny and starved to death he looked. "That's because it's mixed by waterfall," he spoke louder, letting everyone turn to look at him. Sonny cocked a brow at his words. "The waterfall is most important. It mixes the chocolate, churns it up, and makes it light and frothy." His hands moved as he says this, his actions ghosting those of earlier. "By the way, no other factory in the world-"

Sonny brought her hand up to her mouth, trying to hide her smile. Had he actually forgotten about the sentence that showed his pride for his waterfall or did he simply not want to leave an empty answer that was messing some words?

"You already said that," Veruca interrupted.

He stopped mid-sentence, his hand still in the air preceding to pull his hand down, squeaking his latex gloves in awkwardness nervously. He must have said the first thing that popped into his head. Come on, Willy, say something! His mind had shouted. The results were:

"You're all quite short, aren't you?" Sonny rolled her eyes playfully with a smile at his words and the affront looks on the looks of the children. Mr. Wonka saw her smile and snorted, "You're short, too. I think you might the shortest of everyone."

She stuck her tongue out at him jocosely, her Father would have scolded for that unladylike glimmer in her eyes. "I accept my shortness. And secondly, I am not short - I'm petite." She added the last part to get a light of Mr. Wonka - she did but it sounded deeper than most of his frivolous laughs and giggles.

Veruca glared at her older sister with a stony expression. Her sister's presence had been an utter disaster, all she was doing was, flirting with the chocolatier. She didn't want him to give her the prize. She wanted the prize. Veruca wanted the prize. Not Sonny. In spite of the possibility that if Sonny kept up the dalliance then Mr. Wonka might be so grateful that he would just give her little sister in the prize in graciousness for bringing the two of them together, she didn't like the fact that Sonny had once again gotten what she wanted and didn't even have to ask. Sonny had never shown such an interest in Wonka candy back in Buckinghamshire, in fact, she did was, study and draw. She didn't have time for candy. And she was eating Wonka bars and candies whenever she could.

Veruca continued to glower at her sister without her knowing. She'd better not ruin this for her. The line of blood was a thin one as Veruca didn't seem like the type to hold back on killing their sister right here and there.

Sonny's communicable grin switched back and forth from Mr. Wonka, from the little boy and his grandparent, and the back to her.

Violet spoke up, defending herself. "Well, yeah, we're children."

"Well, that's no excuse. I was never as short as you," He gloated hoping to get a smile from Sonny - he did. He also had to give the children an answer, and he did - an honest one, at that. He felt his eyes focusing on her smile - gosh darn endorphins.

"You were once," said Mike.

"Was not, know why? Because I distinctly remember putting a hat on top of my head." He lightly touched the flap of his hat. "Look at your short little arms, you could never reach."

"Do you remember what it was like being a kid?" She was curious about the big-eared boy. His heart was in the right place, definitely, but hadn't he ever been told how important it was to respect other people's privacy. Not everyone had good childhoods, afterall. She felt she couldn't dislike the boy, though. He was very likeable. The entire time he had been here he had the kind of look on his face as though as he was in paradise, not at all minding the chocolatier's quirks. Sonny hoped he won the special at the end.

"Oh boy do I," Staring out fondly, he loses his smile with a frown and asked himself under his breath. "Do I?"

He seemed to be tapping into long forgotten memories. Sonny had buried at the memories and nostalgia she didn't like in the abyss of her mind, where everything she couldn't and didn't want to remember went. Once it went there, she wouldn't know it for the rest of her life. What surprised Sonny was the fact that she hadn't buried away the memory of the time she saved one of her classmates in a lake.

She didn't remember the day. She didn't remember the time or the girl's name. Just that the children had just been let out after the A-Level Maths exam for advanced children, and the boys had been teasing the girl about her size, she was rather pudgy, and she was different from all the others - she wasn't wealthy, her family wasn't well connected, and she or her relatives were not powerful. She was there completely for her intelligence. And the other snotty children must have been envious because they called her names, and despite her shouts of help, no one helped. Sonny was the last coming out when she spotted her sinking figure and diving it, not a good swimmer herself, she tried to keep herself conscious as she came the near-bottom of the lake. It had been so suffocating, Sonny couldn't feel her brain and she saw lower and lower, all she focused on was, getting to the girl. When she had come to, she had almost died of pneumonia and when she was checking out, all of the bills were paid.

"Mr. Wonka! Mr. Wonka!" Unbeknownst to each other, it turned that the two of them were both spacing out together when the big-eared boy's voice brought them back to orbit. "We're headed for a tunnel!"

He didn't seem fully out of his cataleptic state, blinking slightly with an unfocused tone, "Oh yeah. Full speed ahead."

Everything jerked as the beat of the drum quickened, along with the rowing of the Oompa Loompas in a single movement. Veruca looked around, why Sonny wasn't surprised the little daughter of the devil wasn't as startled as she was feeling wasn't a mystery, Sherlock. The eldest daughter, admittedly, hadn't been used to complete darkness before; her ceiling was a luminous galaxy where the stars twirled and swished softly around the corners of her room, to keep the darkness away.

"How can they see where they're going?" Violet asked the same time Sonny thought the sentence.

"They can't," Mr. Wonka was still speaking a toneless voice, still trying to clear his head away from the unhappy memory he had just pictured. "There's no knowing where they're going."

Sonny couldn't think of any other way to die then having a pink boat crashed in a river of chocolate, nine human sized bodies recovered again the minty meadows along with two dozen shapes of what looked like an over-exaggerated little person.

"Switch on the lights!"

Bright glows of light beamed down from the red-brownish ceiling just as they were falling, after entering the tunnel. The swift current went wild sending the boat move at curvy edges to move even faster as Sonny's head was thrown back in the quickness, moving along with the zesty rapids, the Oompa Loompas must have been familiar about just going with the flow, seated very still aside from all the hard jerks back and forth. Vigorous vitality swam through Sonny.

Mr. Wonka looked at his guests, all gripping the bench with alarmed looks on their faces from the atrocious manner of this ride. Except for the big-eared boy and his grandparent. They appeared as though they were sitting on top of the world, their smiles wide. Them, and the wart girl's sister. There was something unique that the grandparent, the boy and the wart girl's sister all had in common, mostly the boy and the girl. She was different…she wasn't a flash like the gum-chewing girl or her wart sister. She wasn't a know-it-all like the devil boy who cracked the system. And she wasn't a greedy one like the fat one that only vanished up the pipe an hour ago, despite having some shape that she must have gotten from Wonka candy. He had this strange feeling gurgling around inside of him…He didn't know how to apprehend it. He felt weird.

Sonny, meanwhile, was too busy focusing on the vividly psychedelic colors around her, her surroundings starting to turn into a fusion that confused her in a good way. She just wanted to get a jar of different paint and splatter it all over a blank space, hoping to create everything without giving too much away. The scent of chocolate tasted tangy on her tongue mixed with the underlying current.

Slowing down to a calmer current, Sonny looked around. She saw a silvery-blue shade bouncing off Mr. Wonka's face, making her think that she only ever saw shades like those from the way the moon glimmered through out of her home.

"People, keep an eye out," He was looking around slightly. "We're passing some very important rooms here."

She saw circular, vault-like doors along the walls with small landing platforms in front of them. Each door gave off its own glow. They passed one labeled CLOTTING CREAM; a pink gave off from COFFEE CREAM; and a light bluish glow came from a room that read HAIR CREAM. Only Mr. Wonka would have these types of rooms, Sonny thought considerately.

Mrs. Beauregarde turned around curiously, "What do you use hair cream for?"

He primped his hair with a smile, "To lock in moisture," he giggled as the mother turned around weirdly after not receiving an answer.

She heard a crackling, popping and snapping so sharply it reminded Sonny of how Veruca spoke and how Violet chewed her gum. She turned her attention to see a cow suspended by suspenders while the little one called Oompa Loompas cracked whips as it. At each particular whip the cow let out a moo and she knitted her brows together, understanding the meaning:

"Whipped cream," she and the big-eared boy have got to stop doing that, glancing at each other again. They smiled at each other. They would really have to get to learn each other's name some time.

"Precisely," Mr. Wonka giggled towards the big-eared boy and grinned at Sonny. His hands resting on the top of his cane, even in the odd light he could still make out some color on her cheeks. He was starting to wonder how to she felt when he smiled or beamed at her.

Veruca looked over her shoulder, having been taught the best but apparently still not good enough, "That doesn't make sense."

"For your information, little girl, whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all unless it's been whipped with whips," Mr. Wonka said in a similar you'd use to talk to a slow child, as though it were obvious. "Everybody knows that."

Not everybody, apparently. Veruca wasn't any child special, besides the fact that her family was wealthy, well-connected, and powerful - she really didn't have an good talents to offer. She played certain instruments well but not well to be asked to join the orchestra. She did ballet at a fine pace but not fine enough to get asked to show as an example to the younger ones on how to this and how to do that. That had always been Sonny - Veruca wouldn't dare admit she was slightly jealous, seeing as Sonny got the attention she didn't want, as usual. Her sister had always been the one to take the plunge, to play songs that nobody even thought of playing on the flute or the violin, to mix into other styles of dance into a art she barely had tolerance for, to sketch everything around her even if it were ugly or the person or thing had no idea what she was doing. That had always been Sonny, so do not be surprised when you realize that Veruca thought like every other snobby child in the world.

The pace started to move fast again, leading the vessel to enter a large area filled with dark red-blue walls including many arches, the chocolate running around them turning with circular motion like rapids. The colors start to change again as Sonny's eyes widen at them, looking around jovially, trying not to blink because the color could only last so long. What surprised Sonny, though, was show even with how hard everything was jerking that nobody had fallen off or tumbled into the chocolate. Mr. Wonka couldn't risk almost losing another life in the surprising unpleasant death by chocolate.

Passing a jelly bean door, the river goes calm again by changing color. It all had a dome-like ceiling where a light beamed through from the middle, as though it had opened into the heavens, although that did sound likely to risk to impure the chocolate and so, by Sonny's best guess, it was either a fluorescent light - it seemed likely because anybody in the factory could on night-time rides - or more logically, a window.

"Stop the boat! I want to show you guys something," Willy was excited.

The beating of the drum came to a final thump, stopping everyone at a platform where it was labeled the INVENTING ROOM. It was shinning a slightly purple-pinkish color.

Sonny saw great machines, most with colorful, circular shapes, that were dispersed around the room with lots of test tubes, vials, beakers, flasks and other things filled with different colored chemicals lying around them. She hesitantly decided to follow close behind Mr. Wonka into the room at a good distance, worried about breaking something and ruining an invention that might revolutionize anything. Steam swirled with air, leading the air to become humid and even warmer while Oompa-Loompas in black suits walk around checking each area with clip-boards. They appeared so perfectly at home in the slightly hot room and their hair amazingly stayed in the same style, while Sonny was positive that her hair would be taller than her if it frizzed up.

Mr. Wonka spoke loudly over the humming and gurgles of the chemicals and vials behind that were making clinking sounds. "Now this is the most important room in the factory." Sonny was starting to get the feeling that every room in the factory was just as an important, she thought with a smile. With her knowing, he noticed it but went on, using his hands to show the absolute statement was about to say next. "Now, everyone enjoy yourselves, but just don't touch anything, okay? Go on, go on, scoot."

Everybody wandered off, trying to keep up with their children. Sonny moved away from Veruca to get a look at what the Oompa Loompas were standing in front of, taking notes and checking temperatures, she kept a good distance that she wondered if they even felt her shadow. In the large vials they stood in front of, many colors were distorted happily inside and she couldn't help but asking:

"Can something like this be used for teething?"

They all turned up to look at her confusedly, as though she had just said the first random thing that popped into her brain. Some of them shook their heads, remarking on the Tall Woman who had come in with the Wart Girl reminded them so much of their Great Cocoa Bean Man - or Mr. Wonka to most - and they couldn't help but wonder if the two of them could get on together, as two people together in that sort of way.

Sonny slanted her brow. "I'm sorry for speaking out of term, but it's just that what inside those vials, it looks unbelievably stretchable and it got me wondering if you could roll up a ball of it and give to a baby that's teething, and the baby could chew on it and not get contaminated by something or another."

"Well that sounds like a great idea," Sonny nearly fell backwards when she saw Mr. Wonka smiling over her shoulder, much more statuesque that she had thought. "I never thought of that," he giggled at the slight color on Sonny's cheeks. "No one has."

She tried to regain her cool, though it was hard to find something you never had. "I can see why, considering that babies have no teeth and thus can't really digest sweets," she stood straight, looking away back towards the vials. Mr. Wonka couldn't let her get away, not after he had worked up most of his courage to come over and talk to her. Despite the fact that he was hoping to do talk to her alone, he realized that perhaps the Oompa Loompas might not give a toss about what he and Sonny had to talk about, even though he didn't realize how wrong he was. He looked up eagerly when she spoke again. "I take that back, most babies can ate chocolate, I even know some who have been eating Wonka chocolate since they were eight months old."

The fact that she was practically complimenting his chocolate lead Mr. Wonka to try and stop his heart from fluttering. "Why not create a line of chocolate - any soft kind, really - for babies or toddler? It'd seem much more convenient if it were, that way all that chocolate doesn't have to go to waste because a baby can finish it all."

He was considering, nodding his head from side to side. "I dunno. I really dunno."

Sonny turned to look to at him, hoping she didn't irritate him. "I'm sorry, I was caught in my own world for a moment. I didn't mean to force my ideas onto you like that. It was just a passing thought," she smiled diminutively, not noticing that an Oompa Loompa had taken every detail she had mentioned.

He took a deep breath, urging himself to say something - anything! It'd only be a matter of time before one of the guests would ask him a question, not that he wouldn't proud to answer it because he is always proud of his work, but just rather he didn't want to look like an idiot - at least in front of her, not caring that many of the guest already thought that he was off his rocker.

Come on, Willy, just say act natural. "You must like candy, huh?" He could have banged his head into the wall for hours, when he meant say something natural, of course his mind must have took it for natural stupidity.

She blinked at him, her eyes still very lightless. He just couldn't get over her eyes. They just had no color, but from the looks of it, she didn't seem unhappy. In fact, he couldn't see any emotion at all in her eyes. He couldn't even begin to wonder what went on in her head.

Sonny blinked again at him, a slightly confused look on her face before she nodded with a broad half-smile, "Who doesn't?" She asked rhetorically. "I honestly don't know how to answer the question I just gave you, but I'm guessing jerks don't. but yes, I adore it, it's just recently I haven't been able to have as much as I'd like."

"Why?" He asked.

"Oh…well, I really didn't think I would have to explain myself, but even since you told the world about the Golden tickets, things have been…as much as I'd love to sugar-coat I can't - things have been very chaotic. So chaotic that for a period of time I had to stop going to my favorite candy shop for the moment." Sonny smiled. "But I love it all the same. I think I've been eating it since I was little, mostly the lollipops."

He was amazed. The girl who have had all the candy in the way, and yet for some reason, she didn't - she only had a few. She was starting to think that she could have had a chance at finding the Golden ticket if her beastly sister hadn't found it first - speaking of which, he had seen her on the television after she found it, he wondered why he had let in a cheater like that into his factory. Whoever deserved the ticket the most was, the female worker that shelled nuts that found the ticket. And her. Sonny deserved it. He couldn't understand why she didn't even try to look for the Golden ticket.

About to respond, Violet unintentionally interrupted with a question. She and Mike had been standing by a small tank where Oompa Loompas were snorkeling around after small candy balls: "Hey, Mr. Wonka, what's this?"

He walked over, holding his hand out above the water when an Oompa Loompa popped up and handed him a small red ball. "Oh, let me show you." He walked away to wave the red candy ball around so their guests could get a better look. "Thank you." He smiled. "These are everlasting gobstoppers. They're for children who are given very little allowance money. You can suck on it all year long and it will never get any smaller. Isn't that neat?"

His eyes looked over to Sonny to her smiling when he let out one of his giggles. "Wicked, but you wouldn't sell as many, would you?" She asked, trying to remain polite and hoping she didn't criticize to the point where he'd call her a mumbler.

"Nope, because they're each a different flavor and I'll keep coming up with new flavors and some that have more than one flavor, because it wouldn't be fun to have something for so long that just tastes the same." He didn't seem to offence.

"It's like gum," Violet concluded smacking her gum again.

"No," Willy stated very distinctly, holding the candy in front of him. "Gum is for chewing, and if you tried chewing one of these Gobstoppers you'd break all of your little teeth off. They sure do taste terrific," he held it one more time up to his eyes with a chuffed smile at his work.

Placing the candy ball on another table bustling with vials and beakers, he pulled out a crème-colored piece of toffee and held it between two gloved fingers. "And this is hair toffee," he explained. "You suck down one of these little boogers and in exactly half an hour a brand-new crop of hair will grow out of the top of your little noggins." It sounded wonderful but Sonny felt bad that nobody in the Salt household was going bald, she was positive that they'd love a hair toffee. "And a moustache, and a beard."

She swore that Mike Teavee's adorable face was not going to help him when one day he ended something the wrong thing and would lose a tooth because of it. She rolled his eyes at his lofty tone. "Who wants a beard?" Does that boy have no sense of imagination. Think - does Santa Claus ring any bells?

"Well…," Mr. Wonka thought for a moment. "Beatniks for one, folk singers and motorbike riders; You know, all those hip, jazzy, super-cool, neat, keen, and groovy cats." Sonny almost lost her smile when she saw Violet and Veruca glaring at each other, plotting, causing her to remember to keep an eye on those two. "It's in the fridge, daddy-o. Are you hip to the jive, can you dig what I'm laying down? I knew that you could. Slide me some skin, soul-brother." She laughed softly when she saw Mike just stare with slightly widen eyes at the outstretched hand, probably not expecting the chocolatier to have an answer for everything. She didn't realize that for the moment being if she asked him a question, he would get tongue-tied and end up appearing strange than usual.

"Unfortunately, the mixture isn't quite right yet, 'cause an Oompa-Loompa tried one yesterday, and well -" While to trying to imagine what it might look it, Cousin It on cue walked up to them, in the same size of an Oompa Loopma with dark, wavy hair dragging as it stopped. She wondered what It was thinking just as Mike stared at it incredulously. Mr. Wonka asked loudly, "How are you today?" It held up two thumbs and Mr. Wonka gave a nervous smile. "You look great."

Trying to hide her smile, Mr. Wonka walked over to a large machine, the circular walls are clear and reveal the many wires inside, and I absently note that above the machine an Oompa-Loompa walks along the catwalks. "Watch this," he said in enthusiasm, pulling on a small white lever with a red knob on top. As soon as he pulled it he hurries over to where a large silver part of the machine started rotated to before stopping and opening up as the chemicals in the machine bubble and a whirring sound filled the room. A small metal arm is revealed only to turn into another, smaller one, and then again and from that one comes a piece of gum.

Violet took the single piece of gum and stared at it. Mike must have not realized that anything that caem out of this factory was special, but he spoke out of term again. "You mean that's it?"

"Do you even know what it is?" He said it the exact same time Sonny thought it.

"It's gum," Violet stated as matter-of-factly.

"Yeah." Willy nodded, explaining. "It's a stick of the most amazing and sensational gum in the whole universe. Know why? Know why?" Sonny found herself smiling at his excitement and grandeur in his work. "Because this gum is a full three-course dinner all by itself."

"Why would anyone want that?" Veruca asked. Sonny could see why Veruca would ask that, as the Salt family didn't have the hassle of cooking their own food, besides the fact that Veruca and a kitchen didn't go together unless she was using the kitchen as a weapen against you. She didn't realize that that piece of gum could solve the hunger issues of the world, not only that but save people money to buy more necessities without the botehr of not having enough food money. Though, if you'd think about it, everybody would be always be chewing and popping gum and that was just too annoying to think about. Not only that but wouldn't local grcoeries go out of business?

"Veruca," Sonny said to her. "Mind your manners."

Mr. Wonka was marveling how Sonny managed to quiet down Veruca just with a few words, and in that marvel, he seemed to forget what he was going to say next. So when he opened his mouth and no words came out, he felt around inside his jacket, hearing someone laugh slightly when he pulled out his cue cards:

"It would be the end of all kitchens and all cooking," He read in a persuasive tone. "Just a little strip of Wonka's magic chewing gum and that is all you will…" At the point he had to move to another card. "…Ever needed - breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This piece of gum happens to be tomato soup, roast beef, and blueberry pie."

"It sounds great," Sonny breathed out.

"It sounds weird," Veruca said.

"It sounds like my kind of gum," Violet announced, pulling the gum in her mouth out and sticking it behind her ear. Ew, Sonny thought, deciding to avoid all gum all costs for a while.

"I'd rather you didn't." Mr. Wonka waved his hand around in warning with a serious look on his face. "There's still one or two things that are-"

"I'm the world-record holder in chewing gum, I'm not afraid of anything." Violet stuffed the strip of gum into her mouth haughtily.

He gives her a look that sort of tells her to think what she wants, averting his eyes for a moment before looking again.

"How is it, honey?" Mrs. Beauregarde asked, smirking.

"It's amazing! Tomato soup, I can feel it running down my throat." Despite the look of wonder on the young Beauregarde's face, Mr. Wonka looked as though he was trying to remain calm with a nervous smile on his face, at least glad she liked it.

"Yeah. Spit it out."

Sonny couldn't help but wonder what a side effect might be? Maybe she'll lose her sense of taste or any human sense, really? Perhaps she'll turn an odd color? Or maybe she'll just get sick? The possibilities were endless.

"Young lady, I think you'd better -" The big-eared boy's grandparent tried but Violet interrupted him:

"It's changing, roast beef with baked potato. With crispy skin and butter!"

Mr. Wonka gives a worried look, matching the one on Sonny's face.

"Keep chewing, kiddo," Violet's mother kept encouraging with a haughty smile, as her eyes dart to Veruca who pout her lips and glares. "My little girl's gonna be the first person in the world to have a chewing-gum meal."

"Yeah, I'm just a little concerned about the-"

"Blueberry Pie and Ice cream!"

"That part," He finished, now realizing that it was perhaps too late, when Veruca said:

"What's happening to her nose?" A small patch of blue was starting to bloom there on the tip of her nose. Sonny loved colors, but were people supposed to be blue?

"It's turning blue," Sonny answered in astonishment.

Violet raised a manicured hand to her nose when her mother said in eliciting shock, "Her gone has gone purple," The violet color is tracing along her veins before dyeing the skin in-between them violet as well. "What do you mean?" She sounded sincerely Arcadian, not thinking about the effects the gum might have on her, perhaps only thinking about making her mother proud.

"Violet, you're turning Violet!" Violet looked at the chocolatier in panic, the mother in pure horror. "What's happening?"

Mr. Wonka was starting to back away, answering slowly as he did, too startled. "Well, I told you I hadn't quite got it right… 'Cause it goes a little funny when it gets to the dessert." Veruca wasn't trying to conceal her look of enjoyment. "It's the Blueberry Pie that does it." His voice started to sound slightly distorted. "I'm terribly sorry." He had the sort of look on his face as though he wanted to say something but couldn't because it wasn't on his cue cards, with an ill at ease, scrunched up look before ducking from where Sonny could see him.

Everybody backed away, even the mother instead of comforting her, as the blue travel all over her body from her hair to his tracksuit. "Mother, what's happening to me?"

"She's swelling up," gasped the big-eared boy's grandfather. Sonny realizes that the little boy is still very close to her, and she gently started to tug him along with the rest of group that was shuffling away from the sight.

"Like a blueberry." Everybody was too shocked to notice the two's unison.

Sonny sees Mr. Wonka rise up for a minute with a look of terror on his face before lowering back down, before unexpectedly appearing behind a gaping Mrs. Beauregarde staring about her swelling daughter in disbelief.

"I tried it on, like," when he starts she flinched slightly from where the voice was coming from, "twenty Oompa Loompas, and each other ended up a blueberry. It's just weird," his smile and giggle were nervous.

"But I can't have a blueberry for a daughter," argued Mrs. Beauregarde after taking another glance at her daughter's large form. "How's she supposed to compete?"

"Competing, is that all you're programmed to say? Your daughter could explode for we know and all you can think about is, completing!" Mr. Wonka happened to be thinking the same things, watching the eldest Salt daughter spit the words at a shocked Mrs. Beauregarde.

Veruca enjoyed that. She had only seen her sister act like as a rarity, and she was hopeful to make it last. "You could put her in a county fair!"

Mr. Wonka must have been trying to be positive because he smiled slightly at the suggestion. He regretted it. He saw a look of dislike in Sonny's eyes as she averted her eyes from the chocolatier and instead glared at her little sister. Just about to say something to her, a beat started and then singing:

"Yeah, yeah

Listen close, listen hard

The tale of Violet Beauregarde

This gentle girl, she sees no wrong

Chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing,

chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long,"

Sonny averted her eyes, her eyes still in a glare as Mr. Willy danced slightly to the techno beat of the song as Mrs. Beauregarde narrowed her eyes at the song, watching as the Oompa Loompas started to jump on Violet to form a pyramid against her screams as they started to roll on her, still dancing. Now realizing what they were doing as distraction, they started to roll in the direction of the large, round door that lead to the boat. She liked the fact that the Oompa Loompas were at least trying to be considerate enough to keep their mind about the worse things in the situation. Just as Mr. Wonka was doing.

"She goes on chewing till at last

Her chewing muscles grow so fast

From her face her giant chin

Sticks out just like a violin

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long

Oompa-Loompa, Oompa-Loompa,

Oompa-Loompa, Oompa-Loompa

For years and years she chews away

Her jaws get stronger every day

And with one great tremendous chew

They bite the poor girl's tongue in two

And that is why we try so hard

To save Miss Violet Beauregarde

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing all day long

Chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing,

chewing, chewing all day long.

Chewing, chewing all day long.

Chewing, chewing all day long."

Violet was heard shouting to Mr. Wonka as the Oompa Loompas were having a slight hard time getting her into the door with her new size. Speaking of the chocolatier, he stopped bouncing to the fading beat when Mrs. Beauregarde stared at him expecting him to say something smart.

"I want you to roll Miss Beauregarde into the boat and take her along to the Juicing Room at once, okay?" He asked the Oompa Loompa staring up at him for an answer for what to do next.

"The Juicing Room? What are they gonna do to her there?" Mrs. Beauregarde felt seriously worried now, thinking of the Salt girl's words. She wasn't ready to lose Violet.

"Er, they're gonna squeeze her, like a little pimple," Even he felt slightly weird about his awkward analogy, but continued in explanation. "We gotta squeeze all of that juice out of her immediately."

Mrs. Beauregarde gaped around, recalling Sonny's words once more about the fact that her daughter might explode, so she quickly ran towards her daughter. Everybody heard her muffled cry for help, "Mother, help me! Please!" After successfully pushing her through with a huff, they rolled out of view.

An uncomfortable minute passes and Mr. Wonka decides that with the Juicing Room, that Miss Beauregarde would be fine, as he started to feel glad that he kept that room instead of breaking down the walls for extra space like he had originally planned.

"Come on," he said. "Let's boogie."