Having her wishes denied was something Veruca simply could not tolerate, in fact, up until her participation in the tour of Wonka's factory, no one had ever dared to deny her whatever it was she desired. The Bad Nut took in deep breaths as she clenched her jaw, exposing her teeth out of rage, while her eyes beat around the faux-living room set-up in the shop until she spotted a lamp on coffee table close to her. As far as she was concerned, it sat there, mocking her, she could touch it, but she could not take it home with her, just like the sofa she wanted. And just as she was no stranger to getting angry whenever she could not have what she wanted when she wanted it, she, as no stranger to venting her frustration at the unfortunate situation, found herself in such a rambunctious manner that even reality television viewers would have believed was staged if they were not there to see it in real life. The brat released her rage at not being able to leave with her preferred sofa by balling up her hands into fists that she held in place at the side of her hips and marched over to the aforementioned coffee table where she proceeded to use one of her fists to punch the lamp off the display piece, causing it to smash once it hit the floor.

There was another coffee table nearby that the little brute kicked as well, causing one of the legs to break off, and then she returned to the original table and flipped it over, all the while blurting, "AGH! UMPH! NO!"

"No! NO! I'm not waiting a week for a new sofa! My old one is broken, and I want a new one, now!" Veruca screamed as she jumped up and down and flailed her fists in the air.

With every eye in the shop now focused on them, Charlie panicked as he tried to calm the little brute down, pleading with her to listen to reason, "Veruca, Veruca, please stop. Waiting a week is not that bad."

Veruca also could not stand anyone trying to calm her down at a moment like this, no one could ever dare tell her what to do or how to feel, and she made that clear by insulting Charlie and using his own words against him, sniping back, "No, don't start now, street urchin! You promised you would get me my new sofa in my home the very same day. You promised!"

"Well...um...I, I did, didn't I?" Charlie mumbled, stuttering as he vocalized his realization to the fact that Veruca spoke the truth, which put him in an uncomfortable position.

Charlie had a front-row seat to one of Veruca's infamous tantrums that evening, the kind he thought he was promised after her spoiled personality was broadcasted by an adoring press all over the world after she claimed possession of the second Golden Ticket but never got to see as the Nut-Sorting squirrels got to her before she could do anything outlandish during the tour. The curls in her hair bounced as her hair jiggled back and forward, her clenched teeth and shut eyes created an expression of frustration that most resembled a constipated toddler, and her fists were flying all about that if someone got too close to her, she might have given that person a black eye by getting punched in the face with one of her fists. It was truly a sight to be seen, a grown woman throwing a fit in a store because she could not have things go her way, now the worldly chocolatier really had seen everything. It was like watching a child throw a fit in front of the cashier of a grocery store because the kid's mother didn't want to buy the Wonka Bar the child begged for, and like in that situation, all eyes were now focused on the crying brat's mother, Charlie. All those eyes converging on the chocolatier did not help with his social anxiety or his irrational fear of secretly being hated by the shop's wealthy patrons, in fact it made his anxiety worse. The Good Boy failed to restrain Veruca and everyone in the shop was beginning to feel uncomfortable watching this meltdown, especially the sales associate who also had a clear view of what was going on.

Not wishing to get involved any further, the sales associate began to back up and leave the scene, but not before replying, "I don't know what to tell you, miss. We do not have a sofa to sell you tonight. Oh, and you'll be paying for all of that."

Shaking at the thought the observing patrons knew he didn't belong in their beloved shop, Charlie was able to get close enough to Veruca that he was able to plead with her to stop overreacting, telling her, "Veruca, maybe we should leave. Let's look at other shops, they're bound to have a sofa for sale today."

"No, I'm not going. If you won't get me my sofa, then I'll get it myself," she barked back as she stormed off down the aisle. The confidence and determination the brat displayed at that moment was all the Good Boy could think of, and it almost felt like they were back in the Nut Sorting Room. But while Charlie was more than certain there was not going to be a horde of squirrels wherever it was the brat was headed that were willing to attack to protect their realm, he knew it would end up almost as bad if she stuck her nose where it didn't belong.

"Where are you going?" Charlie asked, calling her from the sight of her tantrum.

And without turning back to face her fellow Golden Ticket winner, Veruca continued marching forward and extended her right arm out as she said, "To the back room, there's bound to be a 'Lisbon' back there."

"No no no, I don't think we're allowed back there!" Charlie cried out as he ran to grab Veruca, already on edge that the two would have to be escorted off the property for her actions and The Good Boy not wanting trespassing into unauthorized areas added to any charges.

The heir grabbed the brat by the arm, but she immediately began resisting the restrain, forcing him to have to grab onto her entire body, and with Charlie's arms wrapped around Veruca's waist, she began to try and slither her way out of his grasp, all the while continuing to scream, "Let go of me! Let go of ME! I want my new sofa; I want it now! I want it now, Daddy! I want it n..."

Both of them froze for a bit to process Veruca's Freudian slip, and Charlie, aware that her behavior was already out of the ordinary for an adult, carefully yet seriously asked, "Veruca, do you know where you are?"

"Shut up! How dare you suggest something like that!" She screamed back, not taking the insinuation that there was something wrong with her lying down.

This unexpected encounter was such an odd moment, and even more surreal was the thought that what had just occurred could very well have taken place if Mr. Salt pulled Veruca away from the gate when she tried to slip through it. Sure, she would have thrown a tantrum so loud that Augustus, Violet and their mothers would have heard it wherever in the factory they were, but it would have prevented her from getting mauled by rodents, thus keeping her in the contest. Sure, the little brute would have been moody and pouty throughout the rest of the trip, seeing as her own father dared to set boundaries on her life, but it would have kept her both safe and in the contest, meaning it would have just been the two of them and their guardians wandering around factory with Wonka as their guide after Mike got shrunken in the TV Room. Perhaps the two of them would have become friends as they would have been the only Golden Ticket winners standing after a while, Charlie thought. Even though, in the back of his mind he doubted Veruca would have even spoke to him, but one could dream. Nevertheless, Veruca confusing Charlie for her father for just a bit called for a hitting of the reset button. Although, it was not the first time it had happened, Charlie still remembered a drunk Veruca confusing him for her father during the taxi ride from Fenston's where she asked him for Turkey Twizzlers. But that only showed how important it was to reassess where everyone stood before moving forward. Yet regardless, he felt he would have to start keeping track of such occurrences if they happened again.

Now, Charlie put Veruca, who had begun to open her fists ever-slowly and thus making them look like claws for a bit and composed herself, down and then walked around to face her, and kindly suggested, "Let's just go ask the lady to mark your order down, you'll have your new sofa in no time."

However, Veruca would not budge, she continued to cry out like the petulant child she still was, "No, you said I'd have it by tonight and I want it now!"

The stress of the situation was starting to mount on Charlie, and with tears beginning to form he begged the brat to understand, "But, Veruca, I...I can't just make a sofa appear out of thin air, I'm not a magician. How do you expect me to get you your new sofa by tonight?"

Trying to explain why she couldn't have what she wanted when she wanted had never worked on Veruca, and it surely would not start now. Instead, all she did was focus that blue-eyed stare of death of hers on Charlie, and screamed in his face, "Don't care how, I want it NOW!"

The Good Boy gently backed away from the screaming brat, and with a somber look on his face, he began to assess his options for his next move, none of which were pretty.