DISCLAIMER - I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in any of its forms.
"Here we are." Veruca announced as she stepped out of the limousine with the one and only Charlie Bucket. She took his hand and helped him to stand upright. Charlie looked at Veruca's red silk dress, which was softly blowing in the wind.
"You look so beautiful today." Charlie smiled, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks by turning around and adjusting his necktie.
"Aw, thank you!" Veruca grinned, her teeth sparkling with the white light from the overhead street lamps. It was nighttime, so the sky was dark, and all the skyscrapers that surrounded them were lit up like Christmas trees. The roaring of downtown city traffic made it hard for them to hear each other, but they were used to that kind of noise. "So, where shall we go?"
"How about to that restaurant right across the street?" Charlie asked, pointing towards a building with French architecture.
The restaurant was called Au Revoir French Bistro, and it was quite crowded. Charlie and Veruca were holding hands as they walked in and the person standing at the front greeted them and directed them to a table for two, right beside a big window so they could look at the downtown lights. They began reading the menus.
A blonde waitress came to their table. "Bonjour, my name's Aline. What can I get for you two today for drinks and appetizers?"
"Un Grand Marnier pour moi," Veruca said in French, "et Escargots a la Bourguignonne, s'il vous plaît."
"Vodka au chocolat," Charlie said, "et apéritif brocoli, haricots et oignons, s'il vous plaît."
"D'accord." Aline smiled, and she wrote their orders down on a piece of paper before scurrying off to the kitchen where all the chefs were working.
Charlie and Veruca talked about nearly everything except the factory tour, and soon Aline appeared with their drinks, and two chefs appeared with their steaming hot appetizers.
"Bon appétit!" they said before walking away. Charlie and Veruca began eating their appetizers, occasionally putting their forks into each other's mouths so that they could share the food and confirm their relationship status.
"Charlie, just letting you know that maybe you shouldn't have ordered beans, broccoli, and onions, since those foods make you fart." Veruca warned him.
"Aw, doesn't matter." Charlie said, winking at her. "You enjoyed it when I shared some with you."
"But this is a date." the British brunette replied. "You should have ordered something a little friendlier for your large intestine."
Sure enough, Charlie was starting to regret his decision to order this appetizer because he began to feel really, REALLY gassy, so he ran away from Veruca and darted into the men's washroom, entered an empty cubicle and slammed the door shut before farting loudly and sitting down on the porcelain throne.
After Charlie did his business, he flushed the toilet but nothing went down. Instead, he had clogged the toilet, and the entire sewer too!
"Oh no!" everyone in the bathroom shouted while holding their noses in disgust. "The water coming from the faucets is all brown and stinky! Somebody call the janitor at once!"
Charlie washed his hands and left the bathroom to meet up with a rather disgusted Veruca. "Well, this is a very crappy date so far!" he said.