Hey hey readers! Once again thanks again for your feedback! Sonny April, yep geography and cultures outside the US is certainly not Mike's strongest subject, despite his mother being a geography teacher! I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter and you'll find out very shortly about the new Wonka Wash! Individualist, you a certainly right about Veruca! She's definitely making herself heard and here is my latest update and I hope you enjoy it :) John Hammond, you'll find out very soon about the Wonka Wash and whether or not there will be "accidents" just like before. Now on we go! :)
Willy and Charlie quietly lead the trio towards the steel door.
"Ready to get all cleaned up?" Charlie inquired as he opened the door, revealing a completely dark room.
"Hang on. Where's this Wonka Wash thing?" Violet asked in confusion.
Seconds later, the dark room illuminated with several purple glow in the dark lights. In the center was a long, thin race car shaped vehicle that was outlined with the purple lights. A few oompa loompas wearing glow in the dark suspenders were quickly scrubbing the fluorescent vehicle.
"Wow, the original one looked nothing like this at all." Mike remarked in awe.
"Behold the Wonkamobile II! Better grab a seat, for the dance is about to begin!" Willy announced as the ticket finders sat in their seats.
Mike and Violet sat next to each other in the very back while Veruca sat alone in the middle row. Charlie sat in the front next to Willy, who was in the driver's seat.
Mike nervously tucked his paint-splattered backpack under his glow in the dark seat with his feet, hoping no suds would wreck his painting.
"This is pretty interesting, especially the whole glow-in-the dark thing! But Mr. Wonka, how is this thing gonna get this blue stuff off of us?" Violet asked in confusion as the oompa loompas backed away from the the Wonkamobile II.
"You'll find out in a moment, Violet," Charlie sweetly replied.
"Oh ginger ale, ginger pop, ginger beer, beer bubbles, bubble-ade, bubble cola, double-bubble burp-a-cola and all of that crazy carbonated stuff that tickles your nose." Willy said to himself as he started the vehicle.
"Wait a second! Are we gonna be doused in soda?" Violet asked, uncertain.
"I would think so! That's what happened to me and Charlie last time. We were sprayed with these white suds that tasted like ginger ale. Hopefully it won't be suds again! My mom and I hated that!" Mike replied, tucking his backpack deeper under his seat.
Willy soon started the Wonkamobile II and slowly drove through the fluorescent purple tunnel. Mike was fixated on the glowing walls, looking for any suds spouting out.
"Non, rien de rien, non je ne regrette rien..." Charlie suddenly serenaded.
All of the runner-ups were shocked by Charlie's surprisingly deep singing voice.
"Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal..." Willy quietly chimed.
As the chocolatiers began to sing in French, a cold purple, ginger-ale scented mist began to weakly spray at the blue chocolate coated group.
"This feels pretty good, don't you think?" Mike asked Violet as the mist began to strengthened.
"It really does," Violet replied with a smile.
The mist continued to strengthen and the trio noticed the blue chocolate was slowly thinning. Violet felt Mike touch her shoulder with his finger. She turned to see him widely smiling.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing. Check your left shoulder." Mike replied.
Violet turned to see a large smiley face drawn on the chocolate that coated her shoulder.
"Aww, that's really cute!" she exclaimed with a smile as they passed two fluorescent spinning purple brushes which brushed against the Wonkamobile II. The group felt the ginger ale fluid splash on them.
Veruca let out a huff of annoyance.
"This shit's gonna ruin my clothes!" she hissed as Charlie and Willy continued to sing.
A horizontal spinning brush rolled on the Wonkamobile's front, completely drenching Charlie and Willy. Veruca tried to duck away only to be splashed by the ginger ale. Mike and Violet both burst out laughing after they were splashed. Mike playfully splashed Violet in the face, who then splashed him back.
Moments later, the Wonkamobile II went through a dark tunnel with overwhelmingly strong hot air. Willy quickly drove the Wonkamobile II through the tunnel. Once it left the tunnel, the group found themselves completely dry and stain-free.
"Wow! I feel like I just got dry cleaned!" Violet happily exclaimed, looking at her freshly clean orange sweater.
Mike nodded with agreement as he yanked his now splatter free backpack.
"Uh oh..." he muttered immediately unzipping his backpack.
To his relief, his painting was completely undamaged.
"Is your picture okay?" Violet asked.
"Thankfully, yes!" the young artist yelled with a smile.
"This was way better than the sudsy one!"
Charlie smiled at him.
"I'm very glad to hear that Mike! And I hoped you enjoyed our updated the Wonka Wash, also known as Hsawaknowa as well ladies!" he announced to the women.
They each gave him a confused look.
"What does that mean, some gibberish you two made up in ten seconds flat?" Veruca crudely asked.
"Nope. It's Wonka Wash spelled backwards!" Mike spat out.
Willy let out a weak grin, ignoring Veruca's remark.
"Excellent memory Mike." the candyman praised as the group slowly walked out of the glow in the dark Wonkamobile II.
"Shall we roll on? Now, you are going to be wild about this room-"
Before Willy could finish, Veruca's freshly clean face reddened.
"Are you seriously gonna take us to that goddamn goose room?!" she roared.
She earned glares from both Charlie and Willy.
"We are not going to the Golden Chocolate Egg Room today my dear Veruca. You'll see some even better things." the candyman sternly told her.
Charlie quietly opened the fluorescent room and a brightly lit room decorated with various animal prints with oompa loompas dressed in safari gear silently standing inside.
"Ladies and gentleman, we proudly welcome you to our latest creation, the WonkaZoo!" Charlie happily announced.
The runner-ups were confused again.
"WonkaZoo? Do you like, have real animals here?" Mike excitedly asked.
"Not quite, you shall find out!" Willy announced as he and Charlie led the others deeper inside the long corridor.
The group passed several rooms that each had a candy producing animal. The first room they walked into was a small stable that was filled with light pink or blue sheep each placed in a purple stall. All of them appeared to be eating grass in their pens.
"Ever wonder where your favorite cotton candy from the baseball game and the carnival comes from? Right here at our one and only Cotton Candy Sheep Stable!" Charlie happily announced as he pointed to one of the pink sheep.
"Charlie's right. These are my cotton candy sheep! Their wool is literally cotton candy! They come in either pink vanilla or blue raspberry!" Willy added with a proud smile.
Veruca loudly scoffed at the chocolatiers.
"How on this bloody earth is this possible? Is cotton candy just nothing but spinning sugar and then coloring it food dye?"
Willy looked at the gang member with no emotion. Violet bit her lip.
"Shut up you twit! You're ruining everything!" she yelled.
Veruca glared at Violet and snarled at her.
"Well it's the truth you stupid whore!" she roared as the sheep all looked up, startled. They began eating their grass seconds later, seemingly forgetting about Veruca's rant.
"Say... is that grass they're eating?" Mike awkwardly asked, trying to change the subject.
"Oh, that's our special spearmint grass! It's all over the factory, including the grass in the Chocolate Room!" Charlie explained.
"That's the sheep's favorite thing to eat! Once their cotton candy wool is fully grown, the oompa loompas take them near the back and shear it. Once all of the cotton candy is sheared, it's shaped up and then shipped all over the world..." Willy added.
"Shall we roll on?" Charlie asked as he led the others to the next room which had a sign written in blue letters: COCOA CATS ROOM
Soft meowing echoed the brightly lit circular room. Several brown, black, and white cats were either placed in wide cages or in the center of the room, playing with green balls of yarn.
"These are one of the newest members of the WonkaZoo, cocoa cats. While these are not edible, they are real life cats with chocolate DNA in them. They're still being bred and tested, not shipped to the pet stores or animal shelters just yet though. Their main purpose is a loving pet always smelling like chocolate, especially for those allergic to chocolate or cats. They don't contain the allergens that are found in cats or apparently, chocolate. You can actually taste chocolate whenever they lick you or, vice versa." Willy explained as one of the smallest cats loudly meowed and dashed towards Charlie.
"Hi Smudge!" he yelled as he scooped up the tiny brown cocoa cat.
Violet and Mike smiled.
"Aren't they adorable?" Violet asked Mike.
"Yeah! I love cats! Hey Charlie, can I pet Smudge?" the young artist responded.
Charlie smiled.
"Of course! You can hold him if you wish!"
Charlie handed Smudge to Mike, who was loudly purring in his arms.
"Like the cotton candy sheep you saw earlier, the cocoa cats come in different flavors. The brown ones, like Smudge are milk chocolate scented, the black ones dark chocolate, and of course the white ones are white chocolate!" Willy further explained as Violet kneeled onto the floor and pet a white cat.
"Wow! They really do smell like chocolate!" she happily exclaimed.
Veruca only glared at the playful cocoa cats, picturing her childhood self demanding Willy for one.
Once Mike and Violet finished playing with the cats, Willy and Charlie led them onto the next room. Smudge quietly meowed from behind, following the group.
"No Smudge, you have to stay behind for now. Don't worry, Joey and I will play with you tonight..." Charlie gently told his beloved cocoa cat, petting him.
An oompa loompa gently scooped Smudge and placed him back into the Cocoa Cats Room.
"Who's Joey?" Mike questioned.
"That's my son! He's three and our second child is due very soon!" Charlie happily replied.
"That's nice and congrats! Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" Violet asked.
"We don't know, it'll be a surprise!" Charlie replied as Willy moved towards the largest room which was labeled CHOCOLATE MILK FARM
"Now, we must be very careful around our chocolate cows. These beauties produce their very own chocolate milk, which is sometimes used for some of my candies. They are very protective and sensitive." Willy told the others.
The group faced a wide field that contained at least a dozen of brown cows and some calves peacefully grazing on the mint grass. Many oompa loompas were milking some of them.
"What you are witnessing here is milking time. See the oompa loompas? They're milking the chocolate milk. This chocolate does not come from my factory, they were born with this, like the cocoa cats. Once they're done milking, the buckets are sent to our walk in refrigerators before it's used in my candies."
The group watched the cows graze until they moved onto a blue lit room that contained aquariums that were filled with multicolored fish. The fish were all quickly swimming around in their respective aquariums.
"Now these are quite something. These are the spice drop fish! All of them have different spice flavors including cinnamon, clove, peppermint, spearmint, licorice, and sassafras. Unlike the other animals, these fish are edible. When bitten, whatever area that was eaten regrows within-"
A loud, rumbling noise suddenly echoed the entire room. All of the spice drop fish recoiled in terror.
"What on earth is going on?!" Willy shouted as he and the others went out of the blue room.
To their horror, all of the chocolate cows were quickly charging towards the group.
"STAMPEDE! We gotta take shelter!" Charlie frantically cried, leading the others back into the spice drop aquariums.
Violet suddenly stumbled facedown, directly into the path of the charging cows. She was dangerously close to the stampede.
"VIOLET! LOOK OUT!" Mike screamed as he dashed away from the group.
He aggressively grabbed Violet by the hand and pulled her away, just in the nick of time. The two Americans both sat next to each other near an aquarium, fiercely panting and overwhelmed by their near death experience. Veruca let out a smirk.
"That whack job hasn't learned a damn thing!" Veruca muttered to herself, making sure no one would hear her.
"Are you okay Vi?" Mike panted.
"Yeah, I'm totally fine, thanks for saving my life! I could of been squashed to death by chocolate cows!" Violet shakily thanked.
"You're very welcome." Mike gently whispered.
Willy stared at the hallway, bewildered and shocked.
"I don't understand it. I thought the fences were tightly secured," he quietly said to himself as he spotted an injured oompa loompa sprawled onto the floor and covered in hoof prints.
"Oh my God! Tommy! Are you okay?" Charlie cried.
The chocolatiers both dashed to Tommy's side, who weakly looked up at them.
"Could you please tell me what happened?!" Willy anxiously asked.
"I-I don't r-remember... All I can recall is the chocolate cows all charging t-towards me and Clarence in the hallway." the injured oompa loompa wheezed.
Mike and Violet looked at each other in shock, for it was the first time they heard an oompa loompa speak other than the times they sang their songs years ago. Willy pulled out his pipe flute and played a fast paced, almost spastic tune on it as two more oompa loompas entered the scene.
"Could you kindly take him to the Hospital For Injured and Ill Oompa Loompas?" Willy requested as the oompa loompa duo carried Tommy, with one of them holding his arms and the other clutching his legs.
"Mr. Wonka? Is he gonna be okay?" Violet asked.
"Nothing to worry about Violet. Tommy is going to be alright and I can assure you. Shall we roll on?" Willy replied with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
One more thing, the French song that Charlie and Willy sing in the Wonka Mobile II is Edith Piaf's "Non, je ne regrette rien". In English it means "No, I regret nothing". This is Charlie's subtle way of saying that he does not regret inviting the runner-ups back. This beautiful song belongs to Ms. Piaf, not me!