Chapter 32: The Trout Twist
Author's note: This chapter will be the last one where the Dirt Desert appears, just so you know. I'm so happy about all the support, criticism, and suggestions that I have gotten. You know, I've always wanted to be a writer, and thanks to you guys and gals, my dream has come true! :D
fthyuilop, I'll see what I can do.
spudspudspudspud, that's a lot of food! :O
Guest, I do have a list of requested rooms/items. This list will not include requested rooms already featured (or will be featured in this chapter) in this story, or transportation methods: food 66 (food volcano), mattTheWriter072 (An Arctic Room based off of Super Monkey Ball), MysteriousMaker1185 (Wonkabot Room), Guest (chocolate/candy bows, arrows, guns, etc. Room), fredfredfredfred (chocolate and sherbet fountains), mr kelly (chocolate food/dinners), Guest (An underground cave with crystals and mushrooms). If I missed anyone/any room, just let me know! :D
Matt, thanks for the compliment! :D You'll see what happens when they try to exit the Dirt Desert ;)
MysteriousMaker1185, I really like working with you, and everyone else! It's really fun! That's one reason why I love fanfic writing so much. :)
(Credits: The Dirt Desert belongs to mattTheWriter072, the Cyber Room belongs to MysteriousMaker1185, and Miss Trunchbull belongs to Roald Dahl. "The Smell of Rebellion" belongs to Tim Minchin.)
Now, without further ado, on with the story! :D
Everyone was watching as Emma continuously cuddled Cat-Adam, crying tears of sadness. Mr. Wonka came up to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"My dear girl," said Mr. Wonka soothingly, "I promise you that Adam will turn back into his human self some time today."
Emma refused to listen to him. She was more concerned about Adam than listening to anyone else.
"Emma, please!" begged Mr. Wonka.
"Fine!" pouted Emma, still holding Adam in her arms.
Emma looked down, and noticed that Adam had fallen asleep in her arms, purring peacefully.
"Awwww!" blushed Emma.
"Well, um, let's get a move on, shall we?" suggested Mr. Wonka. "I know that there's a panel...here!"
Mr. Wonka pressed a panel on one of the walls of the Cocoa Cats and Casts room, and lo and behold, a hidden door opened up in the Food Pyramid, and everyone made their way out. Mr. Wonka walked and led the group towards the room's door, but suddenly, everyone felt something...squishy below them.
"Uhh, it seems that I made...yet another...slight miscalculation, and now we've got ourselves stuck in the Quickamel quicksand!" Mr. Wonka chuckled nervously.
"I'll break you for this!" cried Bertie Wood, waving a fist at Mr. Wonka as he began sinking.
Suddenly, as they began sinking lower and lower, everyone felt flimsy metal panels below them give way, and they fell lower and lower, until everyone regained their senses and looked around at their new destination.
As everyone got back on their feet, including the three chaperones (Mr. Wonka, Charlie Bucket, and Grandpa Joe), Mr. Wonka announced grandly, "Welcome… to the Cyber Room!"
They found themselves in a room that looked a lot like something straight out of Times Square. New York City. There were billboards everywhere advertising Wonka candies, and there were stores and shops, and more!
"I see billboards, and electronic shops, and lights everywhere!" exclaimed Alexis, surprised.
Cat-Adam, meanwhile, opened up a single eye, looking at his surroundings. When he saw the lights, and heard the noises, he got absolutely shocked. "Mmmrow!" cried Cat-Adam, shocked.
"It's okay," said Emma lovingly, petting him behind his ears and stroking his back. "It's okay! Emma is here to protect you, darling!"
Cat-Adam smiled and rubbed his nose against hers in affection.
"Oh, yes you are!" said Emma. "Who's the cutest kitty ever? Oh, yes you are, Adam! Yes, you are!"
Adam purred happily, nuzzling against his girlfriend's belly.
"Hey, Mr. Wonka, what's this?" said Alexis suddenly.
She was pointing at a store that sold electronic tablets.
"Why is this even here?" she continued.
"We're experimenting with Television Chocolate and Virtual Reality Chocolate with other electronics!" said Mr. Wonka proudly.
"Oh, wow," said Alexis, surprised.
"How about we do a little search on the Deep Web?" smirked Charlie Bucket.
"What's the 'Deep Web'?" asked Emma.
"Meow!" agreed Cat-Adam.
"It's like the Internet, but the searches on it go even deeper!" said Grandpa Joe.
"Oh, it's so amazing!" said Alexis, unimpressed.
"It can even find deleted videos, as well!" said Charlie Bucket. "Let's see what we can find shall we?"
The group, following the three chaperones, walked over to a building with a room full of computers in it. Close by to them was an Oompa-Loompa, with a deerskin slung around his shoulders.
"Hello, Oliver Wilson!" said Mr. Wonka happily. "How are you?"
The Oompa-Loompa shyly waved at the group, then continued with his work.
"Oliver's a shy one," explained Mr. Wonka. "So don't expect much from him."
Charlie Bucket turned on one of the computers in the building. Once it got turned on, he took a computer mouse and used it to press a button labeled: "THE DEEP WEB".
"Hmmm...let's see what we got, shall we?"
He paused for a second.
"Ah-ha!" he exclaimed. "Let's see…" he smirked, pressing a link to a video. The video's title was: "PHYS. ED AT SQUISHEM TROUT ELEMENTARY SCHOOL".
Charlie pressed the play button on it, and what they saw absolutely shocked them. They saw a woman, wearing a brown cotton smock, and green breeches. The brown smock was kept in place with a wide leather belt, and the woman in question had her grey hair fastened into a grey bun. She had a whistle around her neck, and was constantly blowing into it.
"Come on, you squirming worm of vomit!" the woman was screaming to a small boy, whose name was Harry Goldwinkle. "Work harder!"
"But, Miss Trunchbull-!" screamed Harry, about to burst into tears.
"MISS TRUNCHBULL?!" screamed Alexis' mother.
"MISS TRUNCHBULL?!" screamed Alexis. "WHAT IS SHE DOING AT THAT SCHOOL?!"
"Let's continue watching to see if we can find out." suggested Mr. Wonka.
"No 'butts'!" yelled Miss Trunchbull. "Now do fifty more push-ups right this instant!"
"I can't do anymore!" cried Harry, starting to cry. "I'm exhausted!"
"You have to learn a lesson, you villainous sack of goat slime!" barked Miss Trunchbull.
M-miss T-T-Trun-nchbull-!" cried Harry, tears falling down his face.
"Don't you 'Miss Trunchbull' me, you disgusting little gumboil!" yelled Miss Trunchbull. "It's off to the Chokey for you, young man!"
"N-no!" cried Harry, begging for mercy. "N-not the Chokey! Please!"
"It's too late for you now, you miserable little midget!" the Trunchbull bellowed. "You ignorant little slug! You witless weed! You empty-headed hamster! You stupid glob of glue!"
And with that, she grabbed Harry by his legs, and held him upside down.
"You need to learn a lesson!" yelled Miss Trunchbull.
"Ahhh!" screamed Harry.
And with that, Miss Trunchbull exited the gym for a few minutes. Before she completely exited the doorway, she turned around, and barked, "Continue doing your exercises, you disgusting pieces of inhuman trash! Any children who I catch not working when I get back will also go straight into the Chokey with Harry- together!"
With that, she stomped down the hallways, with Harry squealing and begging and turning and twisting and screaming blue murder, and all the rest of it. A few minutes later, she came back. One unfortunate soul, named Emily Anne, tripped while running across the school gymnasium right before Miss Trunchbull came back. Miss Trunchbull caught her.
"Ah-ha!" cried the Trunchbull, triumphant.
Emily Anne was shaking like a blancmange.
"I-I was doing the exercises, M-Miss Trunchbull," Emily stuttered.
"Oh, you were, were you?" barked the Trunchbull. "Then why, may I ask, were you crawling around on the floor?"
"I-I tripped, Miss Trunchbull, and I w-was getting back up, believe me." stuttered Emily.
"Hmph!" sighed the Trunchbull, disapproving. "Fortunately, you've caught me in one of my better moods. You will not be placed in the Chokey."
"Whew!" sighed Emily, relieved.
"I'm going to have to think of a different punishment for you, then." said Miss Trunchbull.
Emily started shaking in fear.
Miss Trunchbull then picked up Emily, and a nearby basketball. She put Emily on the basketball, and bounced it towards a hoop. Emma hit her face on the hoop's backboard, and the ball went in.
"Wow!" exclaimed a male student from the other side of the gymnasium. "A perfect shot!"
"Get down from there right now, you blithering little blister!" screamed Miss Trunchbull, spit flying from her mouth.
Emily was frozen with fear and pain.
"Get down right now, otherwise I really will put you in the Chokey, madam!" boomed Miss Trunchbull.
Suddenly, Emily fell down through the hoop and hit her head!
"Get up, and stop whimpering!" ordered Miss Trunchbull.
Somehow, Emily was able to do as she was told.
"Discipline," murmured Miss Trunchbull. "That's how you make the little carbuncles listen."
She stared at the vast number of children in front of her.
"Exercise mats! Now!" boomed the Trunchbull.
Immediately, everyone, including Emily, somehow, listened.
"POSITION 1!" yelled the Trunchbull.
Looking at the children, the Trunchbull then began to break out into song.
"This school of late has started reeking -"
She suddenly caught a girl speaking by her.
"Quiet, maggots, when I'm speaking! -
Reeking with a most disturbing scent...
Only the finest nostrils smell it,
But I know it oh-too-well.
It is the odour of rebellion,
It's the bouquet of dissent!
And you may bet your britches
This headmistress
Finds this foul odiferousness
Wholly olfactorily insulting!
And so to stop the stench's spread,
I find a session of phys. ed!
Sorts the merely rank from the revolting!
The smell of rebellion comes out in the sweat,
And phys. ed. will get you sweating!
And it won't be long before I smell the pong
Of aiding and abetting!
A bit of phys. ed. will tell us who
Has a head full of rebellious thoughts.
Hold! Hold!
Just like a rotten egg floats
To the top of a bucket of water…"
"One, two, three, four…" the poor children were mumbling.
"The smell of rebellion!
The stench of revolt!
The reek of insubordination!"
"I can't take it anymore! One, two, three, four…" said the poor children.
"The whiff of resistance!
The pong of dissent!
The funk of mutiny in action!"
"That's not right!" mumbled a boy, whose name was Anthony Meicher.
"Before a weed becomes too big and greedy,
You really need to nip it in the bud!
POSITION TWO!
Before the worm starts to turn,
You must scrape off the dirt,
And rip it from the mud!
"One, two, three, four…" mumbled the poor children, two times in a row.
"The whiff of insurgence!
The stench of intent!
The reek of pre-pubescent protest!"
"But that's not right!" mumbled Anthony Meicher again.
"One, two, three, four…" murmured the poor children once more.
"The funk of defiance!
The odour of coup!
The waft of anarchy in progress!"
"I can't take it anymore!" murmured a girl named Olivia Bogwright.
"Once we've exercised these demons,
They shall be too pooped for dreaming!
Some double-time discipline
Should stop the rot from setting in!
All right - let's step it up. Double-time!
One, two, three, four!
Discipline!
Discipline!
For children who aren't listening,
For midgets who are fidgeting,
And whispering in history.
Their chattering and chittering,
Their nattering and twittering,
Is tempered with a smattering of-
Discipline!
We must begin insisting
On rigidity and discipline.
Persistently resisting
This anarchistic mischieving
These minutes you are frittering
On pandering and pitying
While little ones like this
They just want discipline!
The simpering and whimpering,
The dribbling and the spittling,
The 'Miss, I need a tissue'
Is an issue we can fix.
There is no mystery to mastering
The art of classroom mistressing-
It's discipline, discipline, discipline!
The smell of rebellion!
The stench of revolt!
The reek of pre-pubescent plotting!
The whiff of resistance!
The pong of dissent!
The funk of moral fibre rotting!"
Suddenly, Miss Trunchbull seemed to gather herself together, and she started singing in an extremely high-pitched voice.
"Imagine a world with no children.
Close your eyes and just dream.
Imagine. Come on - try it...
The peace and the quiet...
A babbling stream…
Now imagine a woods with a cottage.
And inside that cottage, we find
A dwarf called Zeke, a carnival freak
Who can fold paper hats with his mind!
And he says, "Don't let them steal your horses! No!"
"Don't let them throw them away! No!"
"If you find your way through,"
"They'll be waiting for you,"
"Singing 'neigh neigh'!"
"She's mad!" exclaimed Anthony Meicher.
"Aha! And there, just like I said-" cried Miss Trunchbull, triumphant.
"The stinking maggot rears his head!
Even the squittiest, pittiest mess
Can harbour seeds of stinkiness
Have you ever seen anything more repellent?!
Have you ever smelled anything worse
Than that smell of rebellion?!
The stench of revolt!
The reek of insubordination!
The whiff of resistance!
The pong of dissent!"
Suddenly, as if they were trying in vain to please the towering Gorgon by them, the children began singing as well.
"Discipline, discipline!
No more whispering!
Children need discipline!
Cut out their whimpering!
If you're mischieving,
She'll sniff you out
Without a doubt
She's a snout in a million!"
Miss Trunchbull began shouting.
"And I will not stop 'til you are squashed!
'Til this rebellion is quashed!
'Til glorious, sweaty discipline has washed
This sickening scent…
Away!"
Everyone could hardly believe what they were seeing! The Trunchbull was alive, well, and still abusing children!
'How did she arrive at the Trout school?' everyone began asking themselves.
"I can actually see the Trouts owning a school," said Mr. Wonka, "but not one with Miss Trunchbull! This is insane!"
"Something has to be done!" cried Grandpa Joe.
"Meow!" exclaimed Cat-Adam angrily, staring at the video of Miss Trunchbull.
"How have authorities not caught her yet?" enquired Alexis.
Charlie Bucket looked at the description of the video.
"According to the Deep Web's finds," said Charlie. "This video was deleted a couple months ago. It doesn't say why, though, unfortunately."
"Because Miss Trunchbull's a freak, that's why!" exclaimed Bertie Wood.
"I agree!" exclaimed Claire Wood.
"Well, it seems like the Trouts have something to hide, don't they?" said Mr. Wonka. "At the end of the tour, we'll find out exactly what, I can guarantee you that!"
"Yeah!" everyone shouted together.
"Meow!" said Cat-Adam, meowing as loud as he possibly could.
"I'll say it once more- I can guarantee you that!" said Mr. Wonka. "I can guarantee you that!"
Author's note: I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter, and the first 'appearance' of Miss Trunchbull in this story. What did you think of it? Did you like it, or dislike it? What could be improved on?
Anyways, stay tuned for the next chapter, guys and gals! :D
Until then,
Gabe S. :)