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Disclaimer: Roald Dahl and Tim Burton are the rightful owners of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The lyrics belong to Danny Elfman.

Bold: Willy's evil mind
Italics: Willy's right mind

Willy's POV

"Without the boat, we'll have to move double-time to keep on schedule. There's far too much to see." I explained as we walked down one of the corridors to the next destination.

"Mr. Wonka?" The boy named Charlie spoke up.

"Yeah?"

"Why did you decide to let people in?"

"So they could see the factory of course." I answered.

"But why now? And why only five?" Charlie pressed on.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say Charlie is getting in way too deep for my liking. Luckily, the kid named Mike didn't let me answer the previous question and asked a question of his own.

"What's the special prize and who gets it?"

"The best kind of prize is a surprise!" I laughed at my own joke, hearing a giggle come from Ava.

"Will Violet always be a blueberry?" The spoiled brat named Veruca stepped in, shoving Mike to the side.

"No. Maybe. I don't know. That's what you get from chewing gum all day, it's just disgusting!" I spat out.

"If you hate gum so much, why do you make it?" Mike questioned.

"Once again, you really shouldn't mumble because it's really starting to bum me out." I ignored his idiotic question.

"Can you remember the first candy you ever ate?" Charlie randomly asked.

I stopped in my tracks, remembering back to the first time I got to try candy. "No."

Ava's POV

I stood in front of Mr. Wonka and waved my hand back and forth in his face. "Yep, he's gone! Charlie, why is it that whenever you ask him a personal question he goes back to la-la land?" I placed my hands on my hips, shooting Charlie a glare.

"I didn't mean to! I'm just curious!" Charlie put his hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry I was having a flashback." Mr. Wonka's voice was monotonous.

"That was quick!" I turned to see that Mr. Wonka still had a distant look.

"Do these flashbacks happen often?" Mr. Teavee interrogated.

"Increasingly…today." Mr. Wonka walked off, leaving us to our concerned thoughts.

Mr. Salt had Veruca by the shoulders and released her from his grip after he was sure there was a safe distance between her and the illusive candy man. We all followed the chocolatier questionably, wondering where he was taking us next. Mr. Wonka stopped in front of a white, circular door that was labeled 'Nut Sorting Room'.

"Oh, I know what this room is all about! For you see, Mr. Wonka, I, myself, am in the nut business." Mr. Salt took out his business card and handed it to Mr. Wonka, who threw the card behind him while Mr. Salt wasn't looking. "Are you using the Havermax four thousand to do your sorting?"

"No." Mr. Wonka laughed like it was an absurd question. "You're really weird!"

Mr. Wonka opened the door to the room and entered, the group following. We stood behind an iron railing that was overlooking a scene that I thought I'd never see. I expected to see Oompa Loompas shelling nuts, but instead there were hundreds of squirrels sitting on tiny stools shelling nuts. The squirrels were tapping away and sometimes throwing the nuts in a huge hole that was in the middle of the floor.

"Squirrels!" Veruca exclaimed.

"Yeah, squirrels. These squirrels are specially trained to get the nuts out of shells." Mr. Wonka explained.

"Why use squirrels? Why not use Oompa Loompas?" Mr. Salt challenged.

"Because only squirrels can get the whole walnut out almost every single time." Mr. Wonka stated. "See how they tap them with their little knuckles to make sure it's not bad? Oh look, look." Mr. Wonka pointed at a squirrel that was holding a walnut up to its ear. "I think that one's got a bad nut."

Sure enough the squirrel threw the nut over its shoulder and continued working.

"Daddy, I want a squirrel. Get me one of those squirrels, I want one!" Veruca demanded.

"Veruca, dear, you have many marvelous pets." Mr. Salt remarked.

"All I got at home is one pony and two dogs and four cats and six bunny rabbits and two parakeets and three canaries and a green parrot and a turtle and a silly old hamster. I want a squirrel!" Veruca listed all in one breathe.

"I'm surprised she doesn't own a whole zoo." I muttered to Charlie, who nodded in agreement.

"All right pet. Daddy will get you a squirrel as soon as he possibly can."

"Did he just speak in third person?" I whispered to Mr. Wonka.

"I think he did and they think I'm the crazy one!" Mr. Wonka whispered back.

"But I don't want any old squirrel, I want a trained squirrel!" Veruca whined.

"Of course she does!" I crossed my arms and leaned against the railing, ignoring the dirty looks from Mr. Salt and Veruca.

"Very well. Mr. Wonka, how much do you want for one of these squirrels? Name your price!" Mr. Salt offered, Veruca attempting an innocent smile.

"Oh, they're not for sale. She can't have one." Mr. Wonka denied.

Veruca's smile vanished and turned to her father with a stern glare. "Daddy!"

Mr. Salt looked at his daughter with a confused expression. Obviously he didn't know what to do since Veruca always got her way and was denied of what she wanted.

"I'm sorry darling! Mr. Wonka is being unreasonable!" Mr. Wonka mimicked Mr. Salt's vocalization without a flaw.

I had to contain my laughter, while Mr. Salt looked flabbergasted.

"If you won't get me a squirrel, I'll get one myself!" Veruca lashed out, climbing under the railing and onto the staircase.

"Veruca." Mr. Salt called down to his daughter who kept descending the stairs.

"Little girl?" Mr. Wonka attempted to catch her attention.

"Veruca, come back here at once." Mr. Salt commanded. "Veruca!"

Veruca only ignored her father's demands and walked over to one of the squirrels who ceased working. The other squirrels paused as well and turned their attention to the intruder.

"Little girl? Don't touch that squirrel's nuts! It'll make him crazy!" Mr. Wonka declared.

"That couldn't have sounded more wrong." I murmured, receiving an elbow in the ribs from Charlie. "Ow!"

Veruca stood there in front of the squirrel, who stared at her along with the rest of its companions.

"I'll have you!" Veruca reached out to grab the squirrel.

Before she could lay her hands on the creature jumped off its seat and charged her. The other squirrels caught on and followed its actions, running towards Veruca.

"Veruca!" Mr. Salt shouted, shaking the gate of the railing.

Mr. Salt turned his head to Mr. Wonka with a 'unlock this confounded gate' expression. Mr. Wonka pulled out his key ring and began his search for the needed key. Meanwhile, Veruca was backing up, brushing away the squirrels that were trying to climb up her dress. That worked for a little while until a bunch of squirrels decided to jump at her all at once. Swatting at the squirrels that were scurrying all over her face, Veruca lost her balance and fell backwards onto the floor.

"Veruca!" Mr. Salt continued to shake the locked gate.

"Let's find the key." Mr. Wonka fingered through his key ring, choosing one and putting it in the lock. "Nope. Not that one." Mr. Wonka pulled the key back and continued his search.

"Daddy!" Veruca cried, trying to get the squirrels off of her.

"Veruca!"

Mr. Wonka tried another key. "No. It's not that one." Mr. Wonka said a little too anxiously, but went back to searching after Mr. Salt gave him a fierce look.

The squirrels were starting to overcome Veruca and started pinning her arms and legs down to the floor.

"Remind me to never underestimate a squirrel." My eyes widened at the sight.

"There it is! There it isn't." Mr. Wonka frowned and carried on with his endless search.

"Daddy, I want them to stop!" Veruca shouted.

Mr. Salt had a look of terror on his face as a squirrel crawled its way up to Veruca's face. Veruca lifted her head up, looking as terrified as her father. Veruca closed her eyes when the squirrel's paws came into contact with her forehead, waiting for something drastic to happen. Instead, the squirrel merely rapped its paw on her head and waited as it put its ear up to her head.

"What are they doing?" Charlie asked, panic present in his voice.

"They're testing her to see if she's a bad nut." Mr. Wonka answered.

The squirrel emitted a squeak and looked up at Mr. Wonka, the group turning towards him for translation.

"Oh, my goodness. She is a bad nut after all." Mr. Wonka stated not taking his eyes off of the squirrel.

The squirrel broke eye contact and motioned for the other squirrels to start moving. The squirrels climbed under Veruca's arms and proceeded towards the opening that was in the center of the floor.

"Daddy!"

"Veruca!" Mr. Salt hollered. "Where are they taking her?"

"Where all the other bad nuts go, to the garbage chute." Mr. Wonka explained.

"Where does the chute go?"

"To the incinerator, but don't worry we only light it on Tuesdays."

"Today is Tuesday!" Mike butted in.

"Well, there's always the chance they decided not to light it today." Mr. Wonka tried to sound convincing.

We turned our attention back to the scene when Veruca started screaming as the squirrels pushed her down the chute and disappeared from our sight. The squirrels went back to their stations and started working like nothing had happened.

"Now, she may be stuck in the chute just below the top. If that's the case, all you have to do is just reach in and pull her out 'kay?" Mr. Wonka turned the key that was currently in the lock and opened the gate for Mr. Salt to walk through.

Mr. Salt descended the stairs as Mr. Wonka closed the gate. A tune started up that sounded like it was from the hippie years as Oompa Loompas came out and formed a circle around the garbage chute.

Veruca Salt, the little brute
Has just gone down the garbage chute
And she will meet, as she descends
A rather different set of friends
A rather different set of friends
A rather different set of friends

I couldn't help but giggle at the way the Oompa Loompas were frolicking about around the garbage chute and started swaying to the music along with Mr. Wonka.

A fish head for example, cut
This morning from a halibut
An oyster from an oyster stew
A steak that no one else would chew
And lots of other things as well
Each with its rather horrid smell
Horrid smell
These are Veruca's newfound friends
That she will meet as she descends
These are Veruca's newfound friends

Who went and spoiled her? Who indeed?
Who pandered to her every need?
Who turned her into such a brat?
Who are the culprits? Who did that?
The guilty ones, now this is sad
Dear old mum and loving dad

Mr. Wonka held back his laughter when a squirrel pushed Mr. Salt down the garbage chute, his scream fading as he fell further. There was nothing but the tapping and chattering of the squirrels that filled the room. Mr. Wonka turned around and bent down to the level of an Oompa Loompa who started whispering in his ear.

"Oh, really? Oh, good!" Mr. Wonka stood back up. "I've just been informed that the incinerator is broken, so there should be about three weeks of rotten garbage to break their fall."

"Well, that's good news." Mr. Teavee replied.

"Yeah. Well, let's keep on trucking." Mr. Wonka led the way out of the Nut Room.

Willy's POV

"I don't know why I didn't think of this earlier. The elevator's by far the most efficient way to get around the factory." I pressed a button that opened the door to the elevator and stepped in, the rest of the group filing in.

I got a little tense when Mike shoved Ava into me, grabbing my arm for support to stop herself from falling.

"Sorry." She whispered, looking down at the floor.

"It's okay." I smiled at her, making her blush as she let go of my arm.

"There can't be this many floors." Mike observed the side of the elevator that was covered in buttons.

"How do you know Mr. Smarty-Pants? This isn't just an ordinary up-and-down elevator, by the way. This elevator can go sideways, longways, slantways, and any other ways you can think of. You just press any button and, whoosh, you're off." I pushed a random button, the elevator zooming off at a fast speed that Ava was knocked back into me.

I wrapped an arm around her waist while her arms were wrapped around my midsection.

Is it me, or is she trying to get us riled up?

Can't you see the man is busy giving a tour moron?

"Thank you." I sighed in relief.

"For what?" Ava asked with a look of confusion.

I mentally slapped myself for saying that out loud and came up with a stupid remark. "Thank you for coming today!"

"You're welcome?" Ava still looked confused, which made her look really cute.

Cute? Well, that's an understatement!

Shut up you horny dirt bag!

Oh, blow it out your old wazoo you goody two shoes!

Trying my best to ignore the battle between my evil and right mind, I turned my attention to the room we were passing through. "Oh, look. Look! Ladies and gentleman welcome to Fudge Mountain!"

I waved to a few Oompa Loompas who were scaling the mountain before we entered the Cotton Candy Room. Pink sheep were being sheared as we passed.

"Oh!" The group turned to me, waiting for an explanation. "I'd rather not talk about this one."

"Awww. I wanted to hear about it." Ava pouted.

"Maybe I can tell you some other time." I whispered into her ear, so the others couldn't hear.

The elevator exited the Cotton Candy Room and entered into the newest addition to the factory.

"This is the Puppet Hospital and Burn Center. It's relatively new." I laughed nervously when Mr. Teavee gave me a funny look.

The elevator briefly stopped before it took a plunge through the Administration Offices.

"Ah, the Administration Offices. Hello Doris!" I waved to the female Oompa Loompa who was typing on a mini type writer.

Doris looked up and waved back before the elevator zoomed off again.

"Um, does anyone else have a bad feeling about the signs that say 'Danger' and 'Keep Out'?" Ava asked quietly.

The elevator descended toward the craziness of fireworks exploding as the Oompa Loompas tested the explosive candy. The glass of the elevator shook from each firework and reflected each individual color. Ava squeaked and hid her head into my chest as an Oompa Loompa nearly missed the elevator by an inch.

"Just tell me when we get to wherever we're going." Ava muttered into my vest.

"Why is everything here completely pointless?" Mike broke the silence.

"Candy doesn't have to have a point, that's why it's candy." Charlie answered, bringing a smile to my lips.

"It's stupid! Candy is a waste of time!" Mike hissed.

Before I knew it, I was having another flashback about my horrid past.

Ava's POV

The sound of exploding candy and shaking of glass didn't leave my ears. I did notice, however, that Mr. Wonka's grip got a bit tighter on my waist. I peeked up from his vest and saw that he was once again in la-la land.

"Okay Charlie, what did you do this time?" I craned my neck to look at Charlie.

"I didn't ask him anything! He's the one who said candy was a waste of time!" Charlie pointed an accusing finger at Mike.

"Congratulations techno-geek! You successfully sent the famous chocolatier to good 'ole memory lane!" I glared at Mike.

Mike just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, blocking out whatever else I had to say. Fortunately, I had nothing else to say.

"I want to pick a room!" Mike badgered.

I felt Mr. Wonka stir and ease up his grip before saying, "Go ahead!"

Gee, I wonder where this bozo wants to go!

Mike scanned the multiple buttons before pressing one labeled 'T.V. Room'.

Surprise, surprise!

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