A/N: Hey, guys, here's another chapter for you! This one is going to be a lot longer, so I hope you all enjoy. Well, there were no reviews for last chapter, so I guess no response time, but feel free to review, as reviews are certainly encouraged and enjoyed. Anyways, I wrote this chapter, and let us begin!
October 1st, the day Wonka scheduled the second factory tour to be held on, had finally arrived. The five new ticket winners waited in front of the gates with their parents beside them—four of which were original golden ticket winners.
Claudia Gloop wore her bright, red hair freely down to her shoulders and wore a yellow shirt, a red skirt, yellow socks, and black Mary Janes. Her plump father, Augustus Gloop, wore a gray suit, a white shirt, and a blue necktie. He was snacking on a Wonka Bar as he waited for the gates to open. "Ugh," Claudia groaned, "do you really have to be eating now? It's so embarrassing! You could go monzhs vizhout eating and you still vouldn't starve!" Her father guiltily put the chocolate bar back in his pocket.
Max Rose had his brown hair combed in a neat fashion and wore a lavender suit with a yellow ascot tie. His mother, Veruca Rose, wore a white dress; a huge, fluffy mink coat; a white, feathery boa; and white high heels. "Mummy," Max complained, "my feet hurt from all this standing about. When are we going inside?"
"It's 9:59, darling, and he said he'd open the gates at 10:00. It shouldn't be too long."
"Well, it feels too long!" he huffed.
Rouge Mattingly wore her blond hair in a ponytail, just like her mother, Violet Mattingly, and wore a bright, red tracksuit, also just like her mother. "Eyes on the prize, Rouge. Eyes on the prize," Violet told her daughter. "Those were wise words my mother used to tell me when I was your age." Rouge determinedly nodded in response.
Jake Teavee wore his brown hair in a messy manner as usual for him, wore a football jersey, and was holding a basketball in his right arm. His father, Mike Teavee, who retained his normal body shape since the first tour, wore glasses, a red windbreaker, and blue jeans. "Son, please try to be on your best behavior today," he said.
"Whatever," his son mumbled.
Damon Woods had spiky blue hair, wore a white t-shirt with a picture of an atom on it, and wore black jeans. His father, Harry Woods, wore a fashionable black suit with a black necktie. Damon overheard some of the other kids talking about him.
"Who's that weird kid over there?" Jake Teavee asked.
"I don't know. I guess he's the fifth golden ticket winner," Rouge Mattingly said. "But I wouldn't go anywhere near him; he looks a little crazy."
"I wonder whatever happened to Charlie Bucket," Mike Teavee said.
"I heard he left Vonka because he got mad at zhe man," Augustus Gloop answered.
"Well, then, he certainly must not be happy that Wonka's holding another tour," Veruca Rose said.
"Think he'll do anything to stop it?" Violet Mattingly asked.
"Doubt it," Mike said. "If he really wanted to stop it, he would've done it by now."
Suddenly, the iron gates of the factory started to slowly open, and a voice was heard coming from the speakers. "Please enter." The ten guests walked through the gates and into the courtyard. "Come forward." The group started to walk further into the courtyard. "Close the gates." The gates closed. "Dear visitors, it is my great pleasure to welcome you to my humble factory. And who am I? Well…" The wall of three doors split in half and slid open to reveal bright, red curtains, which raised to reveal…
"Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka,
The amazing chocolatier.
Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka,
Everybody give a cheer."
It was the same animatronic puppet show that played on the day of the first tour thirty years ago.
"You've got to be kidding me," Violet groaned.
"He's doing this same shtick again, isn't he?" Mike said.
"He's modest, clever, and so smart, he barely can restrain it.
With so much generosity, there is no way to contain it,
To contain it,
To contain, to contain, to contain!
Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka,
He's the one that you're about to meet.
Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka,
He's the genius who just can't be beat.
The magician and the chocolate whiz,
The best darn guy who ever lived,
Willy Wonka here he is!"
A golden throne cushioned with red velvet rose up to the stage; however, Willy Wonka was actually sitting in it this time around. He wore a black top hat; a magenta-colored, velvet frock coat; purple latex gloves; and purple-rimmed, dark-tinted goggles. He held in his hand a black-and-white-striped cane.
As soon as the song ended, the entire stage blew up in a magnificent explosion, launching Wonka and several of the puppets into the air. One flaming puppet crashed right in front of the Mattinglys, which caused them both to scream in shock. Wonka landed against the hard concrete and lied there for a few seconds.
"Is he dead?" Jake asked.
"No, I'm not dead!" Wonka huffed as he picked up his hat and cane and got up from the ground. He straightened his dark brown bob cut, which was now half-composed of gray hairs, and placed his top hat back on his head. He looked toward the flaming stage, which was completely in shambles. "Did you like my show? It was even more dazzling this time around."
Wonka stepped up onto the stage and looked down at his guests. "Well, well, it looks like we have a lot of familiar faces coming back to the factory! Four, in fact. As the song goes, it's a small world after all! Heh, heh! Well, I guess we shouldn't waste any time. Let's get a move on!"
The tour group walked up on the stage, and each of the ticket winners introduced themselves one at a time. Rouge was the first one to introduce herself. She did so by hugging Willy and saying, "Mr. Wonka, I'm Rouge Mattingly!"
Wonka pried her off of him. "I know, and I don't care."
"Well, you should care because—"
"You're the girl who's going to win the special prize at the end. I know."
"I'm Maximillian Rose. Pleased to meet you, sir." Max did a little bow as he greeted Mr. Wonka.
"Oh, how nice to meet you, Max! And how lovely you smell!"
"It's my mother's brand of cologne. It's called 'Rose Water Honeydew'."
"Well, how fancy! And beautiful Mrs. Rose. You smell wonderful too!"
"Mmm, thank you," Veruca said as she awkwardly smiled.
"I'm Claudia Gloop. My fazher is a huge fan of your candy." Augustus sheepishly waved.
"I know. I've met him before."
"I personally can't stand it, zhough. It's absolutely revolting how some people can just endlessly guzzle down zhat terrible stuff," Claudia said.
"Oh, what a charming daughter you have on your hands," Willy said to Augustus. "And you must be Jake Teavee!" The boy only scowled back at him. Willy noticed the basketball he was holding in his hands. "Hey, I thought football was your favorite sport."
"It is," he simply replied.
"Then why did you bring a basketball?"
"Because basketballs always bounce back whenever I throw them. Like this." He threw the basketball at Wonka's face and it bounced back into his hands.
"Ouch! That hurt!"
"Son, why did you do that?" Mike asked.
"Because it's funny."
"No, it's not," his dad said.
"Just shut up, Dad."
"And you must be Damon Woods," Wonka said. "Pleased to have you as my guest. And Mr. Woods, how delightful to have you here as well! Now, let's get a move on, shall we?" Wonka entered the factory, and everybody followed.
The group entered the Entrance Hall—a drab hallway with only the bright, red carpet running down the length of it acting as a source of color. Willy took off his goggles and threw them on the ground. He turned around to look at the tour group and said, "Well, I was going to say 'Just drop your coats anywhere', but I see none of you are wearing coats! Except for darling Veruca, but I'm sure you'd like to keep yours, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, thank you," she responded.
"It is a rather warm October morning, isn't it? Anyways, let's press on!"
As everyone walked down the corridor, people were engaging in little mini conversations with each other. Claudia walked up to Damon and asked him, "So, Damon, zhat is your name, correct?"
"Yes," he said.
"Do you like sveets?" she asked.
"Oh, of course!" Damon answered.
"Ick. Vhy does everyvone here like zhem? Vell, somevon who likes sveets is no friend of mine," she said as she walked back towards her father.
"So, what sports do you like?" Jake asked Max.
"Oh, I hate sports," Max responded. "I don't like any of them. I can't be bothered with getting all dirty and engaging in such competitive brutality."
"What? How can someone hate sports? You're crazy."
"I'm the crazy one? At least I don't get all worked up about some stupid ball." Jake rolled his eyes.
The corridor, everyone started to notice (or remember for some), was getting smaller and smaller as they went along. Wonka stopped at the end of the hallway, in front of a door that was about an inch tall. "Behind this door is the heart of the entire factory—the room I treasure most of all—the Chocolate Room." Willy took out a ring of keys and opened the tiny door with one of them. Then, he pushed the door, but the entire wall opened up. "Through here, please." He said as he crouched through the still small entry way.
The Chocolate Room had the appearance of an expansive meadow laid with bright, green candy grass. There were candy plants scattered around all throughout the room, and then, of course, there was the centerpiece—the chocolate waterfall and chocolate river. "The waterfall is most important," Willy lectured. "Mixes the chocolate. Churns it up. Makes it light and frothy. By the way, no other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall, my dear children. And you can take that to the bank."
"Yes, we know," Veruca said. "You said the same exact thing the last time we were here."
"Well, there are some guests who weren't here last time. Ever thought of that, Missy?" Wonka responded. "Now, go enjoy! Go on, scooch!"
Damon went over to a marshmallow mushroom and started picking off bits of it and plopping them into his mouth. He turned around and was startled to see Rouge standing right in front of him. "Do you think you have any chance of winning?" Rouge said to him.
Damon gulped down the marshmallow piece that was in his mouth and responded, "W-well, I don't really know. Only time will tell, I guess."
"'Only time will tell, I guess,'" Rouge mocked him. "Listen, you don't have a chance, because I have this competition in the bag. If I were you, I wouldn't even try at this point; Wonka will never pick a loser who just fiddles with dumb machinery all day as his heir." With that, she spit on his shoe and walked away.
Meanwhile, Max was being fed cotton candy from a cotton candy plant by his mother. "Is it any good, darling?" Veruca asked.
"Yes, it's delicious, Mummy!"
Right next to him, Jake was kicking candy pumpkins open and stomping on their gooey insides. "Son, please don't do that!" Mike told his son.
"But Dad, you said you did the same thing when you came here as a kid."
"Yeah, I know, but I was just being stupid. Now, stop it, please!"
"Um, no." Jake jumped on the pile of mush, causing some of the candy goo to land on Max's slacks.
Max gasped in horror. "Mummy! My slacks! They're ruined! And it's all your fault!" He pointed at Jake.
"Oh, boo-hoo! Mummy, Mummy, help me! Well, guess what? Your 'mummy' can't help you with everything. Like this!" He picked up some of the goo and smeared it all over Max's suit.
"How dare you!" Max picked up some of the goo himself and threw it directly at Jake's face.
Jake snarled and growled as he wiped off the goo from his face. "Alright, that's it!" Jake tackled Max to the ground and started beating him up.
"Ow, Mummy, help me, please!"
"Get away from my son, you horrible beast!" Veruca yelled as she started kicking Jake.
"Jake, what are you doing?!" Mike said as he pulled his son away from Max. "What are you, crazy?"
Max was huddled up on the ground, crying. "Mummy, he beat me up! I didn't even do anything!"
"Oh, I know you didn't, my sweet, little angel," Veruca said as she helped up her son.
Wonka ran over immediately. "What's going on here? What's all the commotion?"
"That horrible child beat up my precious, little son!" Veruca yelled.
"Who are you to call my child 'horrible'?" Mike yelled back.
"Everyone, stop!" Wonka yelled. "Do not worry; I was prepared for a situation such as this." He pulled out some note cards from his pocket and started reading off from them, "I see these two children came to a disagreement. That's okay. We all get into disagreements every once in a while. For now, I want everyone to apologize and give each other some space." Wonka put the cards back into his pocket and walked away to see what the other children were up to.
There was one child in particular that stood out like a sore thumb to Willy, and that was Claudia Gloop. Unlike the other children, she didn't seem to be gorging herself in any candy at all. She simply stood there quietly, hands behind her back. "What's wrong?" Willy asked her. "Aren't you going to try any candy?"
"Ew, are you serious? I can't believe you vould even zhink of me to be vone of zhose fools who dares to put zhose sugary toxins into my body. Candy and sveets are possibly zhe vorst zhings zhat have ever been deemed 'edible' by mankind. I mean, zhey taste disgustingly sveet, zhey rot your teezh, zhey give you diabetes, and vorst of all, zhey turn you fat! Take my pazhetic fazher for example. All he vants to do is stuff sveets into his mouzh. Now look at him. Veighs almost vone hundred forty kilos, he does. I zhink you've made a sad living making zhese horrendous zhings."
Wonka stood silently for a few seconds. Then he called out, "Alright, everyone, let's all gather 'round; we're moving on." Once the rest of the kids and parents made their way back to where Willy and Claudia were standing, Willy started walking towards a doorway at the far end of the Chocolate Room.
Jake started throwing his basketball at candy cane and lollipop trees, breaking their branches off. "Jake, please don't do that!" Wonka cried out. "You're ruining my beautiful candy trees."
"Where are we going next, Mr. Wonka?" Damon asked.
"Transportation has been arranged for us; we're going on a little ride." Through the doorway was a train station, and at the station was a full-sized steam engine with a passenger car attached at the back. "I love trains. That's why I've built my own railroad in my factory. Now, all aboard the Wonka Express, ha ha!"
"I don't think I can take much more of this," Mike mumbled to Violet as they boarded the passenger car.
Once everyone was aboard, the train started chugging out of the station and into a tunnel. "Where is this train taking us?" Violet asked.
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough!"
"Mummy, I don't want to go in that tunnel!" Max said as he buried his head in his mother's shoulder.
"Well, you don't have a choice, do you, little Maxy?" Wonka said as the train entered the tunnel. "See? Nothing to be worried about."
No one could see a thing, as it was pitch black inside the tunnel, but they soon felt an immediate drop as if they were on a rollercoaster! Everyone screamed as loudly as they could. They thought the train perhaps flew off a cliff. "Oh, except that slight dip. Sorry, that slipped my mind, ha ha!" Wonka said.
Luckily, the train exited the dark tunnel and entered a brightly lit room. "Oh, I see we're now passing through the ground level Oompa-Loompa Village Complex!" There were little, yellow, fiberglass domes scattered all around the room, which acted as the Oompa-Loompas' huts. Oompa-Loompas could be seen walking around the area from hut to hut, mingling with one another. "Oh, hi, Dave!" Wonka said as he waved to an Oompa-Loompa. "Hey, Carl, how've you been? Nancy! Looking beautiful as always!"
"I wonder how he can tell the men apart from the women," Mike whispered to Augustus.
"I vonder how he can tell any of zhem apart," he replied.
The train moved out of the Oompa-Loompa Village Complex and entered another room, which happened to be another train station. The train slowed to a halt as steam expelled from its brakes, and it finished with a loud whistle. "Well, here we are!" Wonka joyously said as he hopped off the passenger car. The tour group soon followed.
"Vhere are ve?" Augustus asked.
"Follow me, please!" Wonka said, walking over to a large, round door labelled "INVENTION CORRIDOR". He pushed open the large door and led everyone inside.