Factory of Terror
A GOOD Nut
"So, Mr. Salt, I heard you were in the nut business." Wonka said as he led the much smaller group down the corridor.
"Yes, I am."
"Would you care to take a visit to the nut room then?"
"Why sure, I guess that would brighten things up... a tad."
The host brought them down a few halls and found the door. The guest went inside to find it full of squirrels. But it was such a tiny room and some of the creatures had to share a stool. The large pipes, clanking and humming, poured out nuts into small blows. They bowed low from the ceiling and could hit a person over the head if they had entered fully.
"Why is the room so small?" Aked Mike, who was in fact small enough for the room not to be a bother to him.
"Squirrels like small spaces, makes them fell comfortable. Larger areas scare them. They must be comfortable if they must peel nuts all day."
"Why squirrels, why not use-"
"Ahhh!"
Everyone heard the familiar shriek of Veruca, as one of the small animals crawled up her dress. "Get it off me."
Wonka pointed to her suit, "It must be the mink, they don't like it. Take it off."
"But it's MINE!" She screamed as another squirrel jumped up from the room. Fearing the worst Mr. Teevee stepped out from the room into the hall way.
"Princess, just take the mink off and leave."
"Ahhh!" Now nearly the whole hoard of the creatures had leaped onto her and set her off balance, tipping her over the gate and into the small pit between the stools.
"Oh! Get her out of there!" yelled Mr. Salt.
Wonka pulled out a set of keys, and started fiddling around with the lock, "Don't worry, sir. What harm can they do. They've all been," here Wonka checked another key, "shot for rabies so she'll be all right." Then he tried another key. "They're trained squirrels, they can't do anything to her."
"What ARE they doing to her?" Mr, Salt leaned over the gate. The animals had pinned the girl down and one of them was knocking on her head.
Wonka looked up at them, "Well, they're trained to check the nuts to see if they are good. They give them a small tap and if it's hallow they know it's a bad nut."
"Is she a bad nut?"
Wonka glanced over at the hoard. "I think... I think they think that she's... a good nut. Well after all people's head don't make hallow sounds."
Mr. Salt slowly turn to Wonka, "And what do they do to the good nuts?"
"Er... take the shell off."
"Nooooooooaaaaaahhhhhh!"
Tiny claws pulled on soft skin until they bled, and the outer layer of her body was pulled off, little by little, into small shreds. Charlie, Grandpa Joe, and Mike all ran out the room at the first sign of blood. The squirrels didn't leave her until every bit of skin had been removed from her form so that all was left was the raw bleeding muscle holding together her body on the floor, surrounded by a great puddle of blood.
Mr. Salt grabbed Wonka by the collar and pushed him to the wall. "You KNEW this would happen you sick bastard! You knew the others would die too! Why did you bring us here? Why are you doing this to poor innocent children! Why, damn it!"
Wonka grinned under the man's face, a man who also got what he wanted. "You best be careful yourself Mr. Salt," he gasped, "You have the same sent as your daughter does."
Mr. Salt let himself take a glance behind him where the hoard was waiting, staring with their dark little eyes, sniffing the air. The man shoved the crazed man before letting him go. But now that he had parted from their master the squirrels took the chance to lunge over the gate, and some through it, at the man in leather shoes. His yelp was heard down the corridor where the remainder of the guest peered over the corner at the closed door.
Grandpa Joe was the first to speak, "Where's Willy Wonka?"
The others looked around and found that they hadn't seen him, or heard, the host walk out the room as the door slammed shut.
"I say," started Mr. Teevee, "that we get out of here. Find a way out while that madman is far away."
"But how do we know that he wont follow us?" asked Charile.
"Let's just hope he was in the nut room. Let's just hope."