The next stop is the nut sorting room.
"My daddy is in the nut business." the brat pipes up when she sees the sign above the door.
"Go figure…" Willy says and enters the room.
"Squirrels!" the girl exclaims as she sees the little creatures sitting on stools all around the room, shelling walnuts, "My daddy doesn't use squirrels in his factory, he uses stupid boring underpaid women workers. I'll tell him to switch to squirrels immediately!"
"Well, that might be an itsy bit tricky." Willy answers, "You see, little girl, my squirrels are the only squirrels specially trained to get the nuts out of shells."
"I. Want. A. Trained. Squirrel." the brat demands to no one in particular since her daddy isn't there.
"Why not a beaver, dear?" Magenta suggests in her husky voice, throws her head back and laughs.
"Huh?" the girl says, "Oh yes. I want a beaver too. Come to think of it, I want two beavers and a beaver dam, but right now I want a squirrel. Don't try to distract me."
"Well why don't you go get one?" Magenta dares her. The brat looks at her, clenches her jaw determinedly and slips between the bars of the gate to the squirrels. Willy looks in awe from Magenta to the girl and back again. The girl seems to have picked out a particularly desirable squirrel and approaches it with her arms outstretched.
"Don't touch that squirrel's nuts!" Willy shouts warningly, "It will make him crazy!"
This is too much for the Transsylvanians, who fall in a heap on the floor laughing so hard they can't breathe. Willy observes them at loss as to what's so funny.
"Hey! You're missing the show here!" he says and the Transsylvanians collect themselves enough to see the brat being attacked by the squirrels, overturned and held down to the floor. The squirrel she was trying to catch taps her head and listens.
"What are they doing?" Magenta asks, still panting from the bout of laughter.
"Testing to see if she's a bad nut." Willy explains casually, and when the squirrels begin to push the kicking and screaming girl towards the garbage chute in the centre of the room he adds: "Oh my goodness. She is a bad nut after all."
They all watch as the girl is sliding down the chute with a fading call for help.
"Say, what would they do if she turned out to be a good nut?" Frank asks.
"Why, crack her skull open of course!" Willy answers cheerily. Frank watches him, his face twitching and paling. He seems to have second thoughts about a tête à tête with this man.
"And where does the chute go?" Magenta asks.
"To the incinerator." Willy replies.
"Ah." says Riff Raff.
"But look," Willy says, "I think we'll be treated to another song."
"Who would have guessed…" Frank mutters sarcastically and yawns as he watches Oompa-Loompas in yellow overalls perform a dull flower power pop tune about some spoiled brat named Veruca Salt getting whatshe deserves. Willy seems to be digging it though, bobbing his head with shiny eyes.
When the song is over, an Oompa-Loompa comes up to Willy, who bends down to let him whisper in his ear.
"I've just been informed that the incinerator is broken, so there should be about three weeks of rotten garbage to break her fall." he announces a little sourly.
This seems to be good news for Magenta.
"You and me on a heap of garbage, you little dominatrix, hell yeah!" she screams, and before anyone has the chance to react she has jumped the gate, run down and thrown herself in the garbage chute with a gleeful cackle. Frank and Riff Raff exchange glances and shrug.
"Well then, let's keep on trucking!" Willy says and rattles his keys.