CHAPTER 2! WOOHOO! YEAH!
Neko: *sweatdrop* Uhm...you are aware that you're still sitting on Willy Wonka right?
*blinks and looks down* *beams* Oh here there! *is sitting on his chest, boobs near his face*
Willy Wonka: *is blushing slightly*
ON WITH THE STORY! CHA!
We enter the inventing room. I looked around in amazement. Willy turned and said, "Now, this is the most important room in the entire factory. Now, everyone, enjoy yourselves, but just don't touch anything. Okay? Go on. Go on, scoot."
"Hey, Mr. Wonka, what's this?" Violet asked.
He turned and looked.
"Oh!" he squeaked, "Let me show you."
An Oompa-Loompa came up and gave him a gobstopper.
"Thank you."
He turned and walked forward slightly, then turned back around.
"These are Everlasting Gobstoppers. They're for children who are given very little allowance." he said.
"Like me!" I interjected.
He ignored me and continued talking, "You can suck on it all year and it'll never get any smaller. Haa, isn't that neat?"
"It's like gum." Violet said.
Willy frowned at her. How stupid can you get? Seriously.
"No. Gum is for chewing. If you tried chewing one of these Gobstoppers, you'd break all your little teeth off," he said firlmly, "But they sure do taste terrific."
I let out an evil crackle. I looked at everyone and said, "Couldn't resisit."
They looked away from me. I snatched the Gobstopper from him and plopped it in my mouth, sucking on it.
"It does taste terrific." I muttered out as best as I could. He walked away and to a new table.
"And this is Hair Troffee and if you suck down one of these little boogers and in exactly half an hour, a brand-new crop of hair will grow out over the top of your little noggin. And a mustache. And a beard." he said, me mumbling 'cool'.
"Who wants a beard?" Mike asked rudely.
"Well, beatniks, for one. Folk singers and motorbike riders. You know, all those hip, jazzy, super-cool, neat, keen and groovy cats."
I snickered. No one says those things anymore.
"It's in the fridge, daddy-o. Are you hep to the jive? Can you dig what I'm laying down? I knew you could. Slide me some skin, soul brother."
When Mike didn't, I slipped up and smacked Willy's hand.
"I totally dig what you sayin brotha." I said, smiling. He smiled at me then back away slightly.
"Unfortunaltely, the mixture isn't right yet. Because an Oompa-Loompa tired some yesterday, and, well, he-"
An Oompa-Loompa came with with long ass hair. My eyes widened at the sight.
"How are you today?" Willy asked alittle loudly, getting a thumbs up from the tiny man, "You look great."
I rolled my eyes. Such a lie, but whatever. At least he's being nice about it. We came up to a big machine and Willy said, "Watch this." Then pulled a handle. I giggled at Willy's childness. When it was done, a stick of gum came out and Violet took it, looking at it.
"You mean that's it?" Mike said.
"Do you even know what 'it' is?" Willy asked.
"It's gum." Violet said.
"Yeah. It's a stick of the most amazing and sensational gum in the whole universe. Know why? Know why? Because this gum is a full three-course dinner all by itself." He said, laughing nervously.
"Awesome!" I cheered.
"Why would anyone want that?" Mr. Salt asked causing me to put my arms down and into a full fledge pout. Stupid kill-joy. Willy quickly pulled out some cards once again and read: "It will be the end of all kitchens and all cooking. Just a little strip of Wonka's magic chewing gum and that is all you will ever need at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. This piece of gum happens to be tomato soup, roast beef, and blueberry pie."
"It sounds great." Grandpa Joe said, making me smile warmly towards him.
"It sounds weird." Veruca said.
"That's because you're weird." I muttered, getting a look from her and Willy.
"It sounds like my kinda of gum." Violet said and she took her gum that she was chewing on, out of her mouth and stuck it behind her ear....Which is really gross....
"I'd that you didn't. There are still some things that are -" Willy tried to explain.
"I'm the world-record holder in chewing gum. I'm not afraid of anything." Violet said as she stuck the piece in her mouth. One word can describe her: Dumbass.
"How is it honey?" Mrs. Beauregarde asked.
Violet's eyes were wide with shock and said, "It's amazing! Tomato soup. I can feel it running down my throat."
"Yeah. Spit it out." Willy warned.
"Young lady, I think you'd better -" Grandpa Joe tried to say.
"It's changing," Violet said, interupting Grandpa Joe, "Roast beef, with baked potato. Crispy skin and butter."
"Keep chewing kiddo. My little girl's gonna be the first person to have a chewing-gum meal." Mrs. Beauregarde said smugly.
"Yeah. I'm just a little concerned about the -" Willy tried to say once again.
"Blueberry pie and ice cream!" Violet exclaimed.
"That part." Willy said, disappointed with the little girl.
"What's happening to her nose?" Veruca asked, staring at Violet's nose. And here we...go.
"It's turning blue." Mr. Salt said.
"Your whole nose has gone purple." Mrs. Beauregarde said.
"What do you mean?" Violet asked, confused while touching her nose.
"Violet, you're turning violet." Mrs. Beauregarde said, shocked, "What's happening?"
"Well, I told you I hadn't quite got it right. Because it goes a little funny when it gets to the dessert. It's the blueberry pie that does it. I'm terrible sorry." Willy said slowly, backing away. His face held a 'oh crap' look then ducked behind his chewing-gum meal. Violet looked at herself as she turned blue.
"Mother? What's happening to me?" Violet asked as she started to turned darker and she started swelling up.
"She's swelling up." Grandpa Joe said as Violet got bigger and rounder.
"Like a blueberry." Charlie said, staring at the now huge blueberry Violet. Willy snuck behind Mrs. Beauregard and said, while scaring her, "I've tried it on, like, 20 Oompa-Loompas. It's just weird."
I shot daggers at how close he was to her. I could feel jealousy run through my veins. She looked at him in shock.
"But I can't have a blueberry as a daughter. How is she supposed to compete?" Mrs. Beauregarde stated.
"You could put her in a county fair." Veruca suggested.
Willy smiled at Mrs. Beauregarde then it faded. She was glaring at Veruca slightly and Veruca's smile disappeared. I heard funky disco music starting up. SWEET! MORE MUSIC TIME!
Listen close, and listen hard, the tale of Violet Beauregarde
This dreadful girl she sees no wrong...
Chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing, chewing all day long.
Chewing, chewing all day long. Chewing, chewing all day long. Chewing, chewing all day long.
She goes on chewing till at last, her chewing muscles grow so fast
And from her face her gaint chin, sticks out just like a violin...
Chewing, chewing all day long. Chewing, chewing all day long. Chewing, chewing all day long.
For years and years she chews away, her jaws get stronger every day
And with one great tremendous chew...they bite the poor girl's tongue in two
And that is why we try so hard, to save Miss Violet Beauregarde
Chewing, chewing all day long. Chewing, chewing all day long. Chewing, chewing all day long.
At some point of the song, Willy did that arm wave thingy and I joined in with him and we made a long wavy arm.
"Mr. Wonka!" Violet cried out.
As the song faded, Willy was still dancing still, along with me, and Mrs. Beauregared came up, glaring at him. Willy slowly came to a halt with a 'oh crap/oh god' look. He looked at an Oompa-Loompa and said, "I want you to roll Miss Beauregarde to the boat and take her along to the Juicing Room at once, okay?"
"Juicing Room? What are they gonna do to her there?" Mrs. Beauregarde asked.
"Uh, they're gonna squeeze her. Like a little pimple," Willy said as I stuck out my tongue at the relation, "We gotta squeeze all that juice out of her immediately."
Mrs. Beauregarde went up to her daughter and helped push her along.
"Mother, help me." Violet said, her voice muffled. I smirked. The threat is now gone. Willy looked at us and said, "Come on. Let's boogie."
I squealed for joy and latched onto his hand, intertwining my fingers with his. As we walked, Willy said, "Without the boat, we'll have to move double-time to keep on schedule. There's far too much to see."
"Mr. Wonka?" Charlie started.
"Yeah?"
"Why did you decided to let people in?"
"So they could see the factory, of course."
"But why now? And why only five?"
Before Willy could answer Charlie's question, Mike interupted, saying, "What's the special prize, and who gets it?"
"The best kind of prize is a surprise!" Willy said, giggling which caused me to giggle along with him.
"I love surprises!" I said happily which made him look at me with joy.
"Will Violet always be a blueberry?" Veruca asked, pushing Mike away.
"No. Maybe. I don't know, but that's what you get from chewing gum all day. It's disgusting."
"If you hate gum so much, why do you make it?" Mike asked.
"Once again, you shouldn't mumble. It's starting to bum me out." Willy said, earning another giggle from me.
"It's starting to bum me out also." I added.
"Can you remember the first candy you ever ate?" Charlie asked.
"No." Willy lied, which the correct anwser is, yes, he does remember. Flashback time. I turned to Charlie and ruffled his hair, smiling at him.
"Nice job on getting him to have flashbacks." I whispered to him.
"I'm sorry. I was having a flashback." Willy said, dazed.
"I see." Mr. Salt said, pulling his daughter away from him.
"These flashbacks happen often?" Mr. Teavee asked.
"Increasingly," Will said, his hand tighting against mine, "today."
He started forward, which tugged on our hands slightly. I quickly followed and walked next to him. I smiled at him affectionately and he smiled nervously at me.
YES! DONE AND DONE WITH SECOND CHAPTER!
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