Chapter 6 - The Third Ticket Winner

Author's note: Hey everyone! I'm back with the sixth chapter in the story! Sorry about the long wait. dragonserpent18, if you're reading this, this is the chapter you've been waiting for! First, I must acknowledge your reviews:

Linkwonka88, the update is here, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story as much as you are.

XXCandyLoverXX, I'm glad you thought it was interesting. Veruca's song is my 2nd favorite in the movie (Mike's song is my favorite). Violet will be introduced here, so get ready. Now, on with the story!

Over the course of the next few days, not so much as a hushed whisper was shared among the Oompa Loompas working in each and every room. The factory, for the most part, was completely silent except for the whirring noises generated by the machines. It was as if the other Oompa Loompas had vanished due to the total lack of chatter and conversation.

The Inventing Room was the quietest room of them all. For the past two days, not a single Oompa Loompa was seen in there, thanks to a prototype recipe gone horribly wrong. Three days ago, Mr. Wonka came up with an idea for a new type of gum called Three-Course Dinner Chewing Gum. I thought I was dreaming when he told me about his idea because he normally hated gum. Little did I know that his distaste for gum-chewers would be taken to a whole new level when the third ticket winner was announced.

I had just finished inspecting the enormous machine that made the prototype gum when Mr. Wonka's excited voice practically screamed from my pocket.

"Roy! The third ticket has been found! Come on over!"

I took out my pager and spoke into it: "I'm coming, Mr. Wonka! I'll meet you in a couple of minutes." I dashed towards the Great Glass Elevator, which was currently parked behind a pair of doors at the back of the Inventing Room. Finally, a chance to get away from the horrible machine which had traumatized not only me, but dozens of other Oompa Loompas who were watching the scene unfold.

When I arrived at the Television Chocolate room a few minutes later, I practically slapped my goggles on and dashed towards the TV. Just as I was about to sit down, Mr. Wonka leaped out of his chair and threw his arms up.

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" he screamed.

"W-what are you talking about?" I asked him, taken aback by his explosive outburst. He said nothing, but as I looked at the TV, the reason behind his outburst became apparent very quickly.

The star of the show this time was a young girl from Atlanta, Georgia. Her name was Violet Beauregarde, and she looked like an innocent girl until I noticed how her jaws constantly opened and closed with loud smacking sounds. She was chewing gum, the very substance that Mr. Wonka hated the most. That was not all, though. Apparently, she had a black belt in karate. The shelves in the living room were filled with over two-hundred gleaming, shiny trophies.

"These are just some of the two-hundred and sixty-three trophies and medals my Violet has won," her mother proudly told the news crew. I couldn't help but notice the awestruck looks on their faces, even though they were practically hiding behind their big, bulky cameras.

"I'm a gum chewer, mostly," Violet said, "but when I heard about these ticket things, I laid off the gum, and switched to candy bars."

"She's just a driven young woman," Violet's mother said while beaming at her. "I don't know where she gets it."

"I'm the junior world champion gum chewer," Violet proudly announced.

"News flash, thanks," Mr. Wonka muttered sarcastically.

"This piece of gum I'm chewing right at this moment, I've been working on for three months solid!" Violet continued. "That's a record!"

"No, no, no!" Mr. Wonka screamed, wringing his arms. "She has such a pretty name, but her personality is the opposite! She's just as bad, if not worse, than Augustus and Veruca. And gosh, that mother of hers! She's bragging about her own trophies, too! Confidence and determination are great, but combine that with gum and you get a recipe for disaster! At least I know how to take care of her: I'll show everyone my new Three-Course Dinner Chewing Gum!"

"Uh, Mr. Wonka, I'm gonna let you know that the recipe doesn't work right at this moment," I warned. "The Inventing Room was empty today because there is a defect with the blueberry pie ingredient. It caused several Oompa Loompas to swell up into ten-foot tall blueberries."

"Oh, dear," Mr. Wonka muttered, not sounding too concerned. "Well, we could do that to Violet, too!" He rose up from the chair and began walking towards the Great Glass Elevator.

"You're probably going off to write another song, aren't you?" I asked.

"Well, of course I am!" Mr. Wonka replied. "They say that roses are red, and that violets are blue. Except in this case, a certain Violet will become a blueberry! You can go ahead and prepare for your dance while I spend some time composing."

"Have it your way," I said, smirking as we entered the elevator together and pressed the buttons for our respective destinations. "This one's going to be a real show, Mr. Wonka, and you'll love it."

"I'm sure I will, Roy."

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed Violet's introduction! The rehearsal for Violet's dance will come next, so stay tuned!