Chapter 9 - A Music Video for Mike
Author's note: Hi, everyone! Unfortunately, the latest chapters for "Next in Line" and "A Salty Reunion" have been delayed due to my schedule being very busy, but here's a surprise: I FINALLY published a new chapter for this story! I haven't updated it since November 13, 2016. My, how the time flies! Time to respond to your reviews!
berru, I'm sure this is the only one around that is written from an Oompa Loompas's POV! I'm pleased to know you're enjoying it!
Linkwonka88, of course I'll include the tour! Do you really think I'd just write about the final Golden Ticket and call it a day?
Softkitty55, I'm glad you're enjoying this story! Thanks for the compliments.
peter popscale, sorry, but I don't think I'll be writing about the 1971 version from an Oompa Loompa's POV. I might someday, but not for the foreseeable future as far as I'm concerned. Now, on with the story!
After the Great Glass Elevator dropped Willy off at the Music Conservatory, I pressed the button for the Costume Department. Once I got there, I ran to the PA system, but before I spoke into it, I set it to broadcast the announcement to every room in the factory except the Music Conservatory.
"May about fifty of you please come to the Costume Department at once?" I asked into the microphone. I turned it off, sighing loudly. "Hopefully this will go well today."
A few minutes later, the big, round door that led to the Costume Department from one of the factory's many corridors swung open, and fifty Oompa Loompas marched into the room.
"Listen up," I said as they stood in a long row in front of me. "The fourth Golden Ticket has been found by a boy called Mike Teavee." The Oompa Loompas all giggled when they heard his name. "I know, it's really funny, but this dance is serious, because we want this one to be the best of them all!"
"What's going to happen to him, Roy?" one of the younger Oompa Loompas asked.
"Well," I said with a radiant smile, "I'm certain that Mike Teavee would be so interested in our Television Chocolate Room that he would send himself by television. And of course, what happens when objects get sent by television? They become much smaller. We could make a movie of ourselves, and all of this will happen while Mike is inside the television."
"That's a good idea," someone else commented. "How will we go about doing this?"
"Well, it will be just like filming an ordinary movie," I answered. "We need certain props, and while we don't want to be too violent, we do want to teach him a little lesson, just like what we'll do with the other kids. Willy should be returning with the sheet music any minute now since he's an excellent composer. He can write songs really quickly, as you know. I do have some ideas in mind for certain scenes, but it's best to wait until we can read the lyrics before we make any formal decisions."
Almost as if on cue, Mr. Wonka entered the room with several copies of sheet music clutched in his hands.
"Here you go, everyone," he said as he handed each of us a copy. "I trust that you'll make this dance a great one! Have fun rehearsing!" As soon as he was done with handing out the sheet music, he left the room and closed the door. We all giggled as we read the lyrics, and I thought that they really suited Mike. It was time to come up with a plan.
"Okay," I said to the others, "we will need lots of little props to create scenes for the movie. Could one of you please bring a "Rock 'Em Sock 'Em" robots ring over here? Thank you."
Less than a minute later, the Oompa Loompa returned with not just the robot ring, but also with two stools and a table.
"Perfect!" I said. "Now, all we must do is bring the camera over here, and we'll record the robots wrestling each other. We will do this in two takes. The first take will be contact-free, so the robots will not hit each other. The second take will involve active wrestling, so once Mike lands in the ring, he'll be punched and kicked out of the screen, and we'll immediately switch to another channel from there."
"But isn't that technically child abuse?" another Oompa Loompa asked.
"It's no worse than the fights that kids often get into at school," I replied. "Remember, we want to teach him a lesson."
I sat down in front of the levers that controlled the blue robot. An Oompa Loompa named Michael sat across from me, and he was controlling the red robot.
Another Oompa Loompa finished mounting the camera onto a large tripod, and he focused it on us to get a clear shot before saying, "Three, two, one, action!"
Immediately, we both started mashing the levers, which made both of the robots' arms move up and down very quickly. I could imagine Mike being overwhelmed with confusion at the sight of this.
"And, cut!" he exclaimed just before the camera stopped recording. "You did a wonderful job, so now get ready for take two. Three, two, one, action!"
This time, I made the blue robot perform a flying kick, and Michael controlled the red robot so that it would punch Mike once he was back in the ring. Just to make sure that Mike would be properly taken care of, I made the blue robot deliver a very powerful kick that would hopefully send Mike flying out of the ring.
"And, cut!" the cameraman exclaimed. "Once again, great job, Roy and Michael. Now, what scenes shall we come up with next?"
The day passed by very quickly. We filmed all sorts of wacky scenes, including a rock concert in the Music Conservatory (I was the bassist), a staged cooking show, and even the shower scene from Psycho. (I especially had fun with making stabbing motions in the shower with a knife.) We even dressed up as the Beatles during one scene for good measure.
"Wow, just putting this show together was about as exciting as when we first moved into the factory!" I said. "Splendid work, everyone. This is going to be the best dance yet, and I know it. I need to report to the Spotty Powder room right away, so could one of you please upload the video to the nearest computer and work on editing it?" A nearby Oompa Loompa clasped his arms across his chest and quickly bowed before running off with the camera and a few cables.
"Hopefully the final winner will actually be what we're looking for," I said to myself as I walked towards the Great Glass Elevator. "We'll just have to wait and see."
Author's note: I hope you liked this chapter. Stay tuned for the next one, when the fifth and final Golden Ticket will be found! :)