RESPONSE TO THE REVIEWS:

Linkwonka88: I don't think Wilbur Wonka will come in…yeah, I don't think he will. I am trying to find a way to make Wonka not as evil as I always make him, but that'll probably be more towards the end.

22: yeah, I guess talking about stuff almost always helps…

Irock04567: thank you! Whenever I read things, I usually think that the characters get over stuff way too quickly…or maybe I make them too emotional, idk. I'm going to pretend I know exactly what the last part is about: COOL!

guesty: no what?...don't worry about the bath scene thing, I found a way to do it without having to rate the story M. yes it's very awkward…but thanks! At first(when I had written the first 5 chappies and decided it was too dumb to post) I thought no one would like it, so thx again!

Demonicgirl666: so do i...but thanks! And you'll see a lot of surprises…*maniacal laugh*

Em: yes he is and will be, but for now he's tiny cuz it's cuter.

On w/ the story!

Mike stared at the rice bowl hesitantly. There had been a mutual agreement that Augustus should not be responsible for bathing him because of the clumsiness factor…That and the fact that he'd probably squash/ drown/ suffocate the tech addicted boy by accident. While that meant he'd likely live through the 'bath', it also meant that he'd have to be cleaned by two girls. He had tried to protest against it, but it's kinda hard to win an argument when you have a squeaky voice and only 10, 2 centimeters of height. All Veruca, who was dead set on having him take bath, had to do was scoop him up and have Augustus get a bowl, soap, a towel and a jar filled with water. Then she got Violet to do the dirty work claiming she had something to do. Mike guessed it could be worse, to say the least. Veruca decided it was best he kept his clothes on so they'd be clean as well. He also guessed she either didn't notice or ignored the weirded out looks the two American children were shooting her.

So here he was, about to be maybe killed in a plastic rice bowl by a giant blue girl. Of course, there were other ways he could die besides drowning. She could accidentally drop him; therefore there was the chance of him breaking his neck or any other vital body parts.

Apparently, violet decided to get the whole thing over with. She picked him up and (as far from carefully as possible, Mike noted,) dropped him head-first into the bowl. He slashed around for a few seconds, until he actually surfaced. Violet just gave him an apologetic look, and moved on.

WONKA'S POV:

While the others were doing whatever they were doing, Wonka and Charlie were in a fancy office with a fancy looking chocolate table. Wonka was teaching and showing Charlie different parts and jobs and stuff of the factory every once in a while one of them would rip out a corner of the strawberry ice cream flavored paper and munch on it. Even though the task pleased him greatly, Wonka's mind was this close to going haywire. He could see the children hadn't learned their lesson yet. 'I must push them down just slightly one more time' he thought. 'And I still have to see if the taffy puller's already ready for use on the kid. His punishment is not to be ant-sized. It's the opposite. If I let him stay like this he'll still be a violent television addicted midget with no imagination whatsoever'

Seeing an Oompa Loompa come into the room, Wonka leaned in and asked about the taffy puller, careful so that Charlie didn't hear him. She answered that the machine still needed a few tweaks here and there, but they'd probably be done until after the dinner. Wonka sighed. Mike couldn't be allowed to leave the factory until he was back to his size or even bigger if possible. He smiled mischievously.

"Are the new songs ready? I'm sure our guests would love to see just how much we care about them." the oompa simply nodded. "Great. Tell them to get ready for this special evening" she nodded once more and left.

VERUCA'S POV

Veruca smiled as she looked over the front, back, and sides of the sewn fabric. She didn't really think mike was smelly; she just needed a way to have everyone else be too distracted to see what she was doing. So she had Violet and Mike be working on the bath and Augustus going to see his mum. Thinking about Augustus, she smiled again. He had to get the best one. Mike's and Violet's ones were ready, and so was her own. Now she just needed the bottom part and it would all be ready. The only problem was if they were going to use it or not. as if on cue, an oompa loompa wearing a floral dress came into the room, not bothering to knock, and placed a folded( and more than a little wrinkled, she noted) piece of paper on her desk. She took it reluctantly, and read the words written in a disgusting hand-writing that could make her Cousin Wilma's one seem like the Script MT Bold font.

'There will be a show in the chocolate room tonight. Use your best clothes. If you have any."

How rude. She thought. Daddy has to do something about it. Even if veruca wasn't as demanding as she seemed, she still did take advantage of her father's lack of spine. Who wouldn't, after all? She had the old man at her fingertips. But that's beside the point. Now the others would have no choice but to use her present.

AUGUSTUS POV:

Augustus and his mom were talking about different recipes when an oompa loompa came up to them and gave out a note with the same message as veruca's except for the last sentence. Theirs said: "The spoiled brat has the clothing under control" that made Augustus angry. After getting to know her, he knew Veruca was far from being a spoiled brat. But he still couldn't bring himself to actually say that to the creature, for he still feared its kind. Mother and son looked at each other, and decided to actually go get ready.

MIKE POV:

Violet had just finished drying him when veruca burst into the room, a pearly white grin on her pale face. She was holding some kind of fabric.

"I've got something for both of you! Did the little demons give you the note as well?" the Americans nodded, not sure of where she was getting at. Until she placed a mini (perfectly fit for him) outfit on the table. It was a black long-sleeved shirt, a white t-shirt, and a pair of grey shorts.

"You can change into them later. Now violet, this is for you." She took the larger fabric and revealed a purple dress with blue details here and there. Violet, mike saw, was speechless. She simply dropped whatever she was holding and locked her friend in a hug.

TIME SKIP TO THE DINNER

NO ONE'S POV:

The children and their parents sat at a table in the chocolate room, solid caramel places in front of them. The oompa loompas served their food- which, to their dismay (expect Mrs. Gloop) was different assortments of candy. Marshmallows, candy corn, jelly beans, etc, etc.

Suddenly Wonka appeared on top of the stage the table was facing. He cleared his throat, and announced:

"Welcome, my guests" the disgusted tone hadn't faded one bit. "I welcome you to our musical how. Now, ladies and gentlemen, may introduce…THE OOMPA LOOMPAS!"

A song started and everyone saw Augustus scream in sheer horror at the image that presented itself afterwards.

Long time I didn't update this, uh? Oh, well, here it is!

Can anyone guess what's going to happen? If so just tell me in the reviews bc I love reviews and I WANT THEM NOW! Don't care how, I want it noooooooooow…that was random…oh well.