Linkwonka88: well…kind of, yes, and no…it'll make sense in a few secs.
Eyebrows3: oh, thank you! And idk if I made it dramatic enough to get you angry…maybe I should practice these kinds of things more.
Olivia: well…I did. Just now. And I'm flattered, thank you.
22: thx! Here it is! (me neither, but that'll be in the next chapters…oops.)
Demonicgirl666: well who knows? Maybe he did…actually I think it'd suit him…kind of…yeah. U guessed it right.
Guest(plz put either ur name or something other than Guest next time): lots of people really close to the right answer…I'm being too predictable…oh well. And thank you, kind…person? (can't call u 'sir' cuz Idk whether ur a guy or a girl)
Guest#2(read the previous answer): a moving one, and it's right here(next one will be like…when it's done.)
On to the chapter. Btw this is where the song lyrics are, and this is story telling. And these are notes.
"Gloop in soup, thar he blows
slowly up the pipe he flows
to the mixing room he rises
Hope, that pipe can take all sizes
If he listened he would not be
Headed for the fudging pot but
He was not obedient
Now he is an ingredient"
The guests stared with horrified expressions at the oompa loompas dancing and singing in front of a footage that captured Augustus's downfall the day before. Suddenly the song changed and the picture of a television screen appeared, and inside it was Mike trying to dodge various attacks, but mostly failing.
"Alas alas poor Mike Teavee, For OMG he's ADD
He's like so many nowadays
It's awfully modern this malaise"
"HEY!" mike shouted in anger. But no one heard him over the blaring sound of the music, the song changed once more, just like the footage. Now it showed a youtube-poop-style video of Violet's blueberry inflation demise.
"Juicy is a girl named Violet B. She doesn't have a talent as far as we can see, but she wants to be a star though there's nothing she can do, She's gonna be famous now for just turning blue!"
The blue girl growled at the lyrics and image. The screen tuned back to Mike's television battle.
"For every child that threw a fit, The TV set would babysit
Attention spans have gone pal-mal, there's only time for LOL"
back to Augustus's video.
"Cut, dice, mince, slice
Time to make the fudge
Churn, chop, pond, pop
Time to make the fudge
Snap, snip, whisk, whip
Let your stomach be the judge
Boil, beat
Hey turn up the heat
Cause everyone loves fudge"
And back to mike again. This time specifically he was jumping around a kitchen counter, with the chef (an Oompa loompa) making a candy recipe.
"They never step outside to play, their world is dark both night and day
the skies of blue, the pinks and greens, Are only viewed on laptop screens"
The nutcracker's suite started playing, and different shots of Veruca being attacked by the squirrels and swimming through trash appeared.
"Veruca Salt, The debutant, She's always screaming "I want I WANT!" We hope she wants last month's chow mein, as she jetes down the garbage drain."
The rich girl stood up and ran out of the chocolate room, the others quickly following her. But they still heard the music go on.
"They only move and exercise
Their clicking finger and their thumb
Each brain cell overloads and dies
As all their limbs are turning numb"
"Auf Weidersehen Augustus Gloop
It's time to say goodbye
You great big greedy nincompoop
It's time fudgify
You never tried to make a friend
But now we'll have some fun
For though you're tour is at an end
Our joy has just begun"
The four sat in the girls' room, Veruca sobbing into Augustus's shoulder while the boy hugged her. Every once in a while she'd stutter something, but it was usually too muffled by the crying and drowned by the song.
"Vidiots
They're just vidiots
The age of innocence is gone
When certain sites are clicked upon
The images that they repeat
Once in their brain you can't delete
And then like some barbaric Huns
Our toddlers all are packing guns
And children curse and smoke cigars
Our nurseries now have prison bars"
"I don't like it here. Daddy said it would be fun but it's not! I'll get him to sue Wonka!" she dried the tears from her eyes, but another bunch escaped when she heard the next part.
"Yes now she joined the trash below so spoiled and so rotten,
the fishy from a week ago,
some giant lump forgotten.
A bacon rind, some left out lard,
a loaf of bread gone stale and hard.
All rotten too, a reeky pear,
a thing the cat left on the stair.
Veruca Salt, the pampered miss, Will now Fouetté to a foul abyss. So take a whiff for it's awfully ripe, her new address...The SEWER PIPE!"
"Hey, I know it's bad. We're all being insulted right now, you know? and we're not crying" Violet said in a firm voice. Clear to the others, she wasn't one to accept weakness. Veruca didn't seem to have registered her words though, because she kept on sobbing and mumbling.
"She's always wanted fame, now she's 'bout to explode, we'll scoop up every chunk and we'll serve her a la mode! She's gonna hit the big time when the big gum drops, she'll finally burst her bubble at the top of the pops!"
"That's disgusting. When did they even plan all this?" Violet stated, still with a firm face. For so long as she kept her cool, it would be fine. All she had to do was act as if it was nothing, and then it would start being nothing to her.
"Ounce ground, twice pound
Time to make the fudge
Stretch, strain, cause pain
Time to make the fudge
Sift, shake, then we bake
And stick it with a fork
Don't throw away the scraps today
Cause we love candied pork"
Augustus suddenly started sobbing as well, which left the two kids left- Mike and Violet- staring at the wailing duo.
"They scream and rant and raise their fists
and fire their psychiatrists
we hear them all the teenage hordes
they scream their battle cry "WE'RE BORED!"!
Their minds will surely turn to mush
with words that make an ex-con blush
they never mind their Ps and Qs
they long for piercings and tattoos
Vidiots
they're just vidiots"
"First off, I don't have tattoos or piercings, second off, I DON'T RANT OR RAISE MY FISTS OR JUST SHOUT AT NOTHING!" Mike yelled (in a squeaky voice, as always) punching the air.
"Veruca Salt,
the selfish tot,
was never good with the things she got!
But it's not just vicious Verruca's fault.
This rancid recipe demands another dash of salt!"
The American kids looked at each other as Veruca cried even harder. Clearly she wasn't used to being so plainly insulted.
"Her lips say nothing and her hands do less;
her clothes are yours because soon she'll need a tent for a dress!
Her stomach will be perfect when it's squeezed and its oozed,
her brain's in mint condition cause it's never been used!
Her legs are good and sturdy cause she ran towards the spotlight!
You better take em both; to split them up would be not right.
And you had better hurry if you wanna grab an ear,
Cause in fifteen minutes she is bound to disappear!"
"THAT'S DISGUSTING, DIRTY-MINDED, RUDE, AND VERY, VERY LOW!" Violet screeched.
"Blame her father and her mother that Veruca will reside,
with the rubbish and the other wasteful things she tossed aside!
To the furnace we'd bequeath her. See the squirrels as they are swarming,
Cos recycling was beneath her,
she's the cause for global warming!"
"NO I'M NOT!"Veruca yelled.
"With all this info at a click
A book will rot upon the shelf
If all the answers come too quick
A child won't think for himself
Each day they text on their new toy
Their thoughts and their location
But OMG will this destroy
The art of conversation?"
"I almost never text people, for your information. And if it makes people stupid then why am I the most intelligent person in the school?" Mike mumbled to himself.
"Everybody wants a piece of the action, everybody's talking 'bout Juicy!
Her favorite body parts will soon be yours for a fraction,
her limbs flying overhead will be a distraction!"
"eww. Just ew" Violet said.
"You show the meaning to you group of YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT!"
"but I'm not even covered in chocolate anymore!" Augustus wailed more.
"His future's not completely shot
His new address is "
"Oh, come on…"Mike complained. He was used to being insulted, so it wasn't different whether it was from Oompa Loompas or classmates, right? Except that his classmates didn't call him stupid-they knew better than that, even if he was just a nerd to most of them.
"We'll soon hear a twit screaming "Mine all mine!" From deep down below where the sun don't shine! BAD NUT!"
The song ended, a maniacal oompa loompa-and-wonka laugh echoing through the space and the kids looked at one another, except Veruca, who was still sobbing. Violet sighed and hugged her as well, Mike using her as a ramp to get into the group.
"I'm not a bad person…" The British said.
"No, you're not. It's them that see you as bad." Violet assured her. "They don't really know you for you. Or any of us, really. They just know our demons."
"We'll get a shot at them one day. You'll see. Even if we don't, Wonka's got a lot of karma after him." Mike added. And so the four stayed in that position until an adult came to the door, and with a horrified expression too.
Not that good…but I wanted to put the song in for most of the chapter and had to put their actions as well. As you can see I used the songs from the London Cast musical (never watched it bc I wasn't a CATCF obsessive back then).
NOTE: Violet and Mike aren't all emotional bc I see Mike as the kind of person who already gets insulted a lot, so it doesn't affect him much and Violet seems to be the kind of person that thinks that if they keep it cool on the outside, the inside will eventually be cool too.
Here are the names of each song if u don't know and wanna check em out:
Augustus: Alf Weidesehen Augustus Gloop
Violet: Juicy!
Veruca: Veruca's Nutcracker Sweet
Mike: Vidiots
So yeah. I won't expect a lot of reviews bc I myself am not really satisfied with it, but I had to post something and I couldn't find any way to fix it. Sorry. Btw we have like 2 or 3 chapters left until the story ends.