Chapter 12: Phineas Troutbeck Gets Bullied

Matt, thank you for suggestion with Adam Wood! As I said in the PM, I am not planning to eliminate him until towards the end of the tour, so you have some time to think of something. :)

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On with the story! :D

"Give me that!" yelled Phineas to Alexis. She was holding a buttercup in her hand, and she was coming closer and closer to edge of the chocolate river.

"Phineas, please!" Mr. Wonka called out to him. "She didn't do anything to you! Leave her alone!"

"Oh, yes she did!" responded Phineas. "She actually managed to find a Golden Ticket, that's what she did to me! I'm the one that you deserve to like, not snobby, polite girl Alexis! Now, give me that buttercup now, Alexis! Otherwise, I'll push you into the chocolate river, you hear?"

Alexis was frozen with fear. She couldn't move. Suddenly, Phineas lunged toward Alexis. Fortunately, Alexis managed to move out of the way before Phineas could grab her. Unfortunately for Phineas, he was the one that fell into the chocolate river.

"Help!" yelled Phineas Troutbeck. "Help! Save me!"

"Mr. Wonka!" cried Mr. Troutbeck, Phineas' mother. "Save him! He can't swim!"

"Help!" said Mr. Wonka sarcastically. "Police! Murder!"

As Phineas Troutbeck continued to flail around in the river, everyone noticed that one of the pipes was coming closer and closer to him. It went down into the river, creating a giant whirlpool, and Phineas was sucked right into it.

"Help!" cried Phineas. "Please! Show me mercy!"

There was no saving him now. A few seconds after he said this, he was sucked under the river completely.

"Where is he?" snapped Mrs. Troutbeck.

"Watch the pipe," said Mr. Wonka, pointing to the pipe that Phineas got sucked into.

"How long is he going to stay down, Daddy?" asked Madison Pottle.

"Call a plumber!" shouted Ryan Kline.

Suddenly, Phineas emerged, his body seen clearly through the glass pipe. He was shooting up like a missile coming up a tank.

"Phineas!" shouted Mr. Troutbeck. "Come back!"

"My dear Phineas!" screamed Mrs. Troutbeck. "He'll be made into marshmallows in five seconds!"

"Impossible, my dear lady!" cried Mr. Wonka. "Unthinkable! That's absurd!"

"Why?" snapped Mrs. Troutbeck.

"Because that pipe doesn't go to the Marshmallow Room!" responded Mr. Wonka. "That pipe, the one that Phineas went up, just so happens to lead to the room where I make my brand new Fruity Nutty Fiesta bars!"

"You terrible man!" yelled Mrs. Troutbeck. "He'll be the fruit, I suppose!"

"Or the nuts!" cried Mrs. Pottle, Madison's mother, shocked.

"He always was a nut," said Mr. Troutbeck.

"He was not!" snapped Mrs. Troutbeck.

"Well, he is now," said Mr. Troutbeck.

"Oh, my dear sir!" said Mr. Wonka. "Please don't talk like that! You're embarrassing me terribly. I promise you that your darling boy will be perfectly safe. Well, maybe with a few modifications or something like that."

"Modifications?!" screamed Mrs. Troutbeck. My dear Phineas!"

"I'm joking!" giggled Mr. Wonka. "I'm terribly sorry."

"If my Phineas is safe, then take him to me right this instant!" snapped Mrs. Troutbeck.

"Geez," said Mr. Wonka quietly. "Bossy, bossy. That's all they are these days."

Mr. Wonka flicked his fingers three times, click-click-click, and up came an Oompa-Loompa. "Would you like to take Mr. and Mrs. Troutbeck up to the Fruit and Nuts Room to help them find their son, Phineas? He's just gone up the pipe."

The Oompa-Loompa took one look at Mrs. Troutbeck and started to laugh uncontrollably.

"Oh, do control yourself!" said Mr. Wonka. "Pull yourself together! Mrs. Troutbeck doesn't think that it's at all funny!"

"You can say that again!" said Mrs. Troutbeck.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Troutbeck!" waved Mr. Wonka as the Oompa-Loompa escorted the two distraught parents away. "And Mr. Troutbeck! It was nice to meet you! Goodbye! Adieu! Auf Wiedersehen! Gesundheit! I'll be seeing you later…!"

Suddenly, the Oompa-Loompas across the river began banging on a number of tiny drums, and hopping and jumping around happily to the beat.

"What are they doing?" asked Marvin Trout.

"Why, I believe they're going to sing us a little song!" said Mrs. Perr happily. She paused, realizing what she just said. "I think."

"Up the pipe!" sang the Oompa-Loompas. "Up the pipe! Up the pipe!"

"Up the pipe! Thar she blows!

Faster, higher! There he goes!

To the Fruit-Nut Room he rises!

Hope that pipe can take all sizes!

If he was nice, he would not

Be heading for the fudging pot.

But, as he was real cruel and mean,

Never again will he be seen!"

In the pipe, Phineas Troutbeck was scared out of his mind. Despite how high he was, he could hear the Oompa-Loompas singing loud and clear, and he did not like it one bit. "I have a strange feeling about this," thought Phineas Troutbeck as he continued going higher and higher up the pipe. The Oompa-Loompas continued singing:

"Every day, he would bully

The plump, the lean, the tall, the woolly.

He'd bully Gabe, he'd bully Matt, and tiny Tim.

Now, it's our turn to bully him!"

"N-no!" gurgled Phineas, who was almost drowning in chocolate. "P-please! Save me! I'm sorry for bullying people. I-I'll never do it again! I'll never bully anyone for the rest of my life!"

"He was, oh Phineas T.,

The nastiest person we'd ever want to see.

He would never, no matter how hard he tried,

Or worked, or cried,

Bring any fun

Or happiness to anyone!"

"N-no!" shivered Phineas in the chocolate. "T-that's not true! I-I promise that I will change my ways!"

"So what we do, in cases such

As this, we use the gentle touch.

Carefully, we will take this brat

And turn him into something that

Will give great joy to everyone-

Like a rocking horse! What happiness, what fun!

A doll, or even a ball-

Oh, what a fate for a boy to befall!

But this disgusting boy

Lacked so much fun, so much joy

That we decided, "The time is ripe!

"To send him shooting up the pipe!"

Watch as knives cut and slice,

And we add some sugar and spice!

We'll shift and shake

And really bake

Him, and stick it with a fork!

Don't throw away the scraps today,

Because we love candied pork!"

"P-please!" cried Phineas, tears beginning to fall down his face and going to into the chocolate. "I don't want to become fudge and pork! I promise that I'll change my ways!"

"Oh, Phineas! He once was loathed everywhere,

But soon, everyone will declare,

"I have not a single grudge

From eating Phineas Fruit and Troutbeck fudge!"

"How, wonderful!" clapped Charlie Bucket, applauding the Oompa-Loompas' performance. "Aren't they delightful? Aren't they charming? But you must not believe a single word that they say! It's all nonsense, every bit of it!"

Author's note: I hope that you enjoyed this chapter! I apologize that Phineas' song ended up being a lot like Augustus Gloop's. Fun Fact: The "Up the Pipe! " section up to "will he be seen!" as well as the "candied pork" stanzas is a reference to the CatCF West End musical, to a song named "Auf Wiedersehen Augustus Gloop". I thought it would be nice to include a reference to it in the story, but I suppose that it does end up making it even more similar to Augustus Gloop's song than I intended. I will try to come up with more different songs in future chapters, although I am not really the best at rhyming. The boat ride will be next, so stay tuned!

Until then,

Gabe S. :)