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I'll melt your face right off your skull
The tale of how I, Rose Rupe, revolutionized the candy making business along with my friend Sara! Of how I wished I was Willy Wonka!
and, after much waiting.... well...not for you... for me XD
Wishing I was Wonka Part 1: ~ the plan ~ Once upon a time, a girl named Rosie decided to open her own chocolate factory, in the hopes of one day being as great a chocolateer as the great Willy Wonka. So she opened a small factory somewhere in the slums of New York, but that factory grew at least ten times in size! Eventually she got so hung up in her world of candy making, that she wished she was Wonka himself! She did everything like him: She dressed like him, talked like him, acted like him, even made candy as well as he did! She loved working in her factory so much, but it eventually got lonely, and so she hired dozens of Oompa Loompas along with her good friend Sara for a bit of company, and to help her keep things running smoothly. Sara was put to work handling all things chocolate, because despite being a candy maker, Rose detested chocolate; Sara, however, did not. So days went by that they spent all hours inside, mixing this and heating that, never seeing the light of day, and at the same time, never letting anyone in. But all of this was about to change… it all started on one drearily hot day in august.
“Ughh, it’s too hot to make chocolate today!” Complained Sara, as she slumped idly on the morning’s news paper. “Just look,” she added as she looked out the kitchen window “it’s muggy and my hair will certainly frizz!” The air conditioning system had been on the fritz that week, and business had been bad. No one wanted to work because it was too hot, causing it to drain their candy making muscles. “Come on,” Rosie said a little hopelessly “we can do it,” but she too was slumped over the kitchen table, fanning herself with clippings from a cereal box. Sara listlessly opened the news paper to the weather section and read aloud from the Weekly Weather Watch column “Meteorologist Tim Smith says that we will have record highs this week, with the high temperature reaching a staggering 108!” having finished she put her head back down on the table with a pleading look “If we don’t get that cooling system fixed, we won’t sell enough candy to pay the rent, and the landlord will evict us!” They certainly were in a sticky predicament.
At that moment there was a light knock on the door that led from the house into the factory. “Come in,” Rosie said nodding her head lazily back and forth over the table’s surface. The door opened slowly and in walked a short man with green hair, and bright carrot colored skin; an Oompa Loompa. He was holding a tray with a couple glasses of lemonade and looking a little out of breath. “Oh. Hello, Frank,” Rosie said looking up from the table. “You didn’t have to walk up all those stairs by yourself; you could have called us to help you,” She said as she took the tray from his sweaty hands and set it on the table. “Well, I would have,” said Frank, as he took a seat “but the phone went out when I picked it up to call.” At the mention of this, Rosie and Sara both gave each other looks of anger. “Why must everything go wrong?!” Sara exclaimed as she took one of the glasses of lemonade from the tray. She started to drink it down, grateful for the coolness it provided, even if it was only momentarily. Rosie poked at the ice inside her glass; she was too busy racking her brains for solutions to their problem to even think about drinking it. Frank was now leafing through the news paper with a look of mild interest on his face. Sara looked at him from across the table and raised her eyebrows. “What’s so interesting?” She asked as she spun the ice around in her glass with her fingers, causing a small whirl pool to form. “I thought you never read the paper?” Rosie blurted out before Frank was able to say anything. He looked at her with a somewhat hurt look, “Of course I read it, I like to keep up with the times! Look, look at this!” he said while pointing to an article that read “6th Grade class invents machine to prevent air pollution” Rosie and Sara stared blankly at the article and wondered why he thought it was important. Rosie shrugged it off and continued her contemplation of possible remedies to their broken cooling system.
As the day passed on, no one got much work done because of the stifling temperature in the work rooms. Most of the Oompa Loopas were passed out in the break room, which contained a window that opened out onto the town park. Since a light breeze drifted in from the trees, this was the coolest room in the factory. Sara and Rosie were currently sitting in the bubble gum room, Sara, absentmindedly playing with the bubble machine and Rosie pacing back and forth. “Ughh! This is driving me crazy!” Rosie finally shouted, throwing her arms up in anger. Sara looked up from the many bubbles that had now engulfed her and sighed, “Just forget about it, I’m sure the repair man will be here soon,” she said as she swished her hand through the iridescent candy flavored bubbles; they seemed to have pushed all her problems out of her mind. Rosie, however, was immune to their sugary happiness, and was still quite worried and annoyed. But at just that moment, as if by magic there came a knock on the door. “It’s the repair man you called...” said a familiar brisk voice. Rosie and Sara exchanged broad smiles and they got up to open the door. Rosie reached for the handle and pulled it open. They let out a gasp at the same time, the repair man wasn’t a man, it was their friend Kayla, who happened to live just down the street from the factory. “Um, what are you doing here, Kayla?” said Rosie who still couldn’t believe her eyes. Kayla had never been to the factory, and Rosie wasn’t aware she even knew where it was. Sara still had a surprised look on her face and was just standing there dumbstruck until she managed to squeak out “Why are you wearing that repairman uniform?” Kayla merely smiled and walked into the room, but scowled when she saw the bubbles. “What is this room used for?” she said as she poked cautiously at a bubble that had floated over to her, as if to say ‘Hello’. “It’s where we make all the gum and cotton candy, it also happens to be the place where the central heating and cooling system is located,” Rosie replied reluctantly as she pointed to a panel on the wall. “Ah, good then,” said Kayla as she walked over to the place Rosie had indicated. “Are you going to tell us what happened to the real repair man?” Sara said suddenly. “And telling us that there wasn’t one won’t do,” she added as she raised her eyebrows “we know you don’t work for the repair company!” Kayla sighed and turned around “Alright, you got me,” she said as she leaned against the wall and continued “I saw the repairman walking towards the factory and I mugged him,” Sara’s mouth fell open, but Rosie was somehow not surprised. “Go on,” she said, staring at Kayla with slightly narrowed eyes. “Well, I was walking here already, ‘cause I heard you guys were in a tight spot. Then I realized they would never let me in the factory,” she had started to open up the circuit box on the wall that housed the cooling system controls. “So I was sitting down, thinking of a way to get in when I saw him, and I knew my disguise was perfect, of course they would let me in now,” she continued as she pulled something out of a bag and prodded at the many wires. “So, here I am!” she concluded. Sara was unsure of how exactly her presence solved anything and asked “But, you said you were here to help?” “That’s right,” Kayla replied simply with a smirk, which made Sara scoff. “But, how can you help us? You knocked out our only remedy for this heat!” At this, Kayla just snickered and pointed to the cords. Rosie walked over to the wall and looked at them suspiciously “What did you do?” she had wanted to ask her this for a long time, but had held her tongue. She stared more at the wires until Sara came over and shut the panel. “It won’t do any good staring at them.” While they stood there talking Kayla walked over to the other side of the room and flipped a switch. There was a noise like water being sucked through a straw and all of a sudden cold air came whooshing out of the box, and in turn, every other box in the factory. “You fixed it?!” They cried. It was a relief to feel the cold air rushing into the room. “Yepp,” Kayla said as she smiled and walked back across the room “It was simple, all I had to do was re-wire it.” As they all sat down on the floor to rest and enjoy the renewed cool, a thought came to Sara: Kayla had still not answered her question entirely. “But wait,” she said, looking over with a puzzled look “You said you came to help us, but you can’t have possibly known what he was coming here to fix,” when Sara said this it dawned on Rosie too that Kayla had to have come for another reason. “How dense can you be? It’s like I said,” said Kayla getting a bit annoyed now “I heard you were in a tight spot, word has gotten around that your candy hasn’t been selling so well lately,” she sighed and raised her eyebrows as Sara mad “So, I came up with an idea that might help you,” Rosie and Sara listened with bated breath, it was true that candy sales had been bad lately, even when they had the cooling system, things just didn’t seem to be going good. “Well,” Kayla began “As I’m sure you two know, the current generation of kids are showing a lot of promise, and are definitely smarter than we were at their age,” she paused as Rosie and Sara looked at her, clearly confused “What? You don’t know?” she said surprised “Ohhh, don’t you two read or watch the news at all??” They exchanged ashamed looks. “I’ll take that as a no,” said Kayla as she shook her head. From then, she began to tell them of the elaborate scheme that she had devised, to help them in their time of need. And thus, their air system was finally fixed and a plan was formed.
Part 2: ~ the Kids ~
It was a cool and breezy day in the little town of Middle-O-Nowhere Kentucky as Jon walked home from the store. Jon was like every other kid, he had parents, went to school and got fair grades and had friends. He was average, not special in any way, no special talents or quirks, just Jon. But just being Jon would change only too soon. As he walked back home with the groceries for dinner, he saw a group of people standing around the town bulletin board and wondered what was going on. Nothing exciting ever happened in their town, so it was an odd sight to see more than twenty people in one place at once. He walked slowly over and with a little bit of effort made his way through the crowd. There was a ornately designed poster that was garishly colored, covering most of the other flyers. Just the coloring was enough to spark his interest and so he read: “Dear Citizens of the world! It is us! The great candy makers of New York, Rosie and Sara! We would like to say a few things, firstly, is the world really round?” Jon paused as he read this, he thought that was quite an odd thing to say on a flyer, even one so fancily decorated, but he kept reading “-Secondly we would like to take the time to tell you that we will be placing special Purple slips into five random candy bars that we send out over the world. You could think of them as tickets, “Tickets to what?” you ask? Tickets to come and take a tour of our splendiferous factory! That’s right! You will be flown free of charge to our lovely factory here in New York! And one of the lucky five will receive a special prize at the end! So, stop saving your money and go and buy our candy!” at the bottom were two large curly letters that Jon guessed were an R and S. He had had a long day, and was ready to go home, but he decided he would take a quick stop before returning. He lifted the heavy bag of groceries higher and walked across the street towards the local candy store. The bells door made a slight ringing as he entered. “Hi, Henry,” he greeted the man behind the counter “Have you read that new bulletin?” he asked as he picked up the nearest candy bar and set it on the counter. Henry looked at him with unchanging eyes as he passed the candy bar and a ten dollar bill over the counter “Yepp, and I suppose that’s why you’re here,” he replied with a grin as he rung him up and then handed Jon the change. “Alright, well you have a good day,” Jon said as he put the change in his pocket and stepped back outside. He set his bag down and began to open the wrapping on the candy bar, one shiny foil layer at a time. He wasn’t really expecting anything to be in there, but he hoped. As he peeled back the last layer of wrapping, a purple gleam met his eyes, he had found a ticket. He pulled it slowly out and stared at it in disbelief. “Whoa…” he said as he looked it over. He was so astonished at actually finding one that he didn’t notice people with cameras suddenly running for him. Before he knew it he was surrounded by flashes of like and microphones being stuck in his face. He looked past the people and saw his dad running up the hill towards them, he must have found out somehow. He came and stood next to Jon, waved into the cameras and then turned to his son and said “Good job son,” and gave him a pat on the back. At that very moment, Rosie and Sara were watching the news and already knew about Jon and his ticket as well. “Well,” said Sara “at least he looks smart,” “Yeah,” Rosie replied with a smile as she turned off the TV and got up, “Alright then, one down, four to go.”
The second person to find a ticket was a girl named Lea-Marie. She lived in a town called Nhotmanypeepllivheer, Oregon. She was a very annoying little girl, and she liked to argue and say things that didn’t make sense. Her parents would often lock her in her room for saying these things and so she didn’t have many friends. One day she had been so mad that she told her mother she was a giraffe and they grounded her for a week. Now as the interviewers roamed around her house, asking her and her parents questions, she started to get very irritated. “Ughh, are you done yeeettt?” she complained as a blond woman with glasses asked her how she felt about finding the second ticket. “Just answer this last question dear and we’ll be out of your hair,” said the reporter with a sweet smile. Lea looked at her face and frowned “I hate you people… asking me all these questions, I don’t even care about the stupid factory or the prize, I just want to go so I can tell those two candy making brats that they don’t exist and they are just a figment of my imagination,” she said with a sneer. “Well, there you have it folks,” the reporter said uncertainly “Ticket number two goes to Lea-Marie…” The sound on the TV faded as Sara pressed the volume button with a frown on her face. Rosie was fuming as she stared at the girl on the screen “Ughh! Brat!? I’ll show her who the brat is!” she said as she shook her fist at the screen. “Well lets just hope the rest aren’t like her,” Sara said with a sigh as she went off to the chocolate room.
A boy named Shad was the one that found the third ticket. He lived in a town called Boat, which people believed was located somewhere in the middle of Georgia, but no one knew for sure. He was a bit of a reclusive boy and kept to himself mostly. No one knew much about him except what he looked like, but even few people knew that because he very rarely left the house. He sat, bored, at his computer pointedly ignoring all the people around him with cameras. He heaved a sigh every time would ask him a stupid question like “So, you found the third ticket?” wasn’t that obvious enough, he thought, why did they have to hear it from him? Or were they really that stupid? “Young man, what do you plan on doing when you meet those two famous candy makers?” asked one of the reporters, in hopes to get a reply this time. Shad just turned away from the computer screen and shrugged. The reporters waited more and their presence started to annoy him, so he turned around and spoke “If I answer your stupid question will you go away?” he asked exasperatedly. They got excited and started asking a whole bunch of questions, to which Shad merely put his hand to his forehead “Ughh,” he said as he shook his head “I’m only answering one question, and it can’t be stupid,” he looked away from them and went back to surfing the internet. One of the female reporters pushed forward from the crowd and held out her microphone “Young man, what do you plan on doing when you get to the factory?” he hung his head, he knew if he answered this question, they would go away. “I dunno, blow it up?” he said giving a confused shrug, having said the first thing that came to his mind. “Ladies and gentlemen, you heard what he said, watch out! He just might blow up the factory!” came the voice from the television. “Yeah right,” said Rosie with a slight laugh. She was reclined on a big arm chair and almost asleep, Sara was on the couch next to the chair and she had now begun flipping through the channels trying to find Americas Next Top Model. As Sara perused the channels she gave out a bored yawn “Two more to go…”
Ticket number four was found by a girl named Ashlee, in Palm City Washington. She was a girl with very rich parents, her dad owned a umbrella factory and her mother was a breeder of exotic cats: so she usually got what she wanted. She wasn’t as spoiled as most other little rich girls were, but when it came to something she had to have, she HAD to have it, or she would go crazy. For instance, one day she and her parents we riding through the city in their hot pink Limo and Ashlee spied people doing something in the street. “Stop the car,” she said to the driver. She got out and pointed at the people who looked like they were fighting each other. “Mother,” she said “what are they doing?” her mother’s gaze followed her finger to where she was pointing and she replied “That’s called Karate, dear,” she said as she led her daughter back inside the limo but Ashlee was pulling on her mothers arm in protest. “But, Mother! I must do that! You must get me lessons!” and so from that day on, she had Karate lessons every week on Tuesday. Her idea was to become a greatly skilled ninja, but her parents just told her she was crazy. The interviewers sat stiffly in the grand living room of their mansion while lots of cameras went off at regular intervals. Ashlee sat next to her mother with a big smile. Her mother sat calmly stroking the fur of a very ugly, very unhappy looking cat, while her father rushed around the house, chasing after the many other cats as they tried to rip his umbrella collection. “So, what are your thoughts on finding the fourth ticket?” asked a man with square glasses and a cold expression. At this question, Ashlee’s smile widened and she folded her hands in her lap “Well,” she began, still smiling broadly “I am just so excited because they say that they never let anyone in to the factory and I’m sure I could get in there without them letting me in, seeing as how I’m such a good ninja…” she continued to ramble on, talking a mile a minute and the interviewers could only catch every other word. “Alright people, you heard it first! She seems confident, and there is only one ticket left out there, I repeat, one ticket left!” The voice blared from the TV as Rosie and Sara listened from the kitchen where they were preparing dinner. “Well, she doesn’t seem so bad…” said Sara as she chopped a head of lettuce into tiny leaves. Rosie simply nodded her head in agreement and stirred the soup that was on the stove. It wouldn’t be long before all the winners of the tickets came to the factory. In fact, it would happen in two days time, and there was still one ticket left.
In a town called Batman, Minnesota, A kid named Julian was the one to find the last ticket. He was a very talkative boy who loved to eat. Any and every chance that he got he would stuff his mouth with food. He didn’t care what kind of food it was, he would eat it no matter what, as long as he was hungry, which was pretty much always. If he didn’t have any food left, he would just run to the store without his parents permission and buy more. On these trips to the store Julian would often make a fool of himself by doing crazy things. On one trip to the store he had worn rollerblades and offered to help people at the grocery store to their cars, even though he didn’t work there. He had been clumsy and fallen down each time when he hit the curb and he ended up spilling everyone purchases. Julian could hardly contain himself as he sat in front of the cameras, trying not to touch them. His mother walked into the room and handed him a plate with a sandwich and chips on it. He quickly picked it up and started to happily stuff his mouth. The nearest man with a microphone moved forward and asked “So, how did you feel when you found the ticket, sir?” Julian was eager to answer this question, maybe a little too eager, and so when he opened his mouth to speak lettuce and cheese came falling out, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Oh! I was ecstatic! I mean I could barely wait to get home to tell my folks!” he said as he chewed the rest of the food in his mouth. “And are you excited about leaving tomorrow?” asked a woman with red hair “I can’t wait!!” he replied, practically screaming into the camera. “Well, that’s what he says! He can’t wait! And neither can we, tomorrow is certainly going to be a big day. Now Jeff I hear they won’t be letting anyone else into the factory besides the kids who found the tickets, now….” The reporter had gone on to talking to his correspondent at the news building and Rosie and Sara had seen all they needed to. It would be exactly 18 hours until the kids arrived, and they needed to be ready.
Part 3: ~ the Factory ~ The Day had finally come. It was at last time for the winners of the tickets to arrive. It was ten fifty one am and Sara and Rosie had already been up for hours, cleaning the factory in preparation of the children’s arrival. They sat waiting on the factories front steps, Rosie clicking her tongue in anticipation and Sara was twiddling her thumbs. People had gathered from all around and were waiting in the streets to see the arrival of the five lucky kids. It seemed like it would be hours before they got there, when in reality it was only nine minutes. “At least it’s not too hot out yet,” said Sara with a small smile, Rosie nodded but kept her eyes on the street. Finally, after eleven minutes, a long black limo slowly pulled up in front of the factory. Rosie And Sara got up from where they were sitting and went to stand next to it. The driver of the limo got out, greeted then and then went to open the door for the children to get out. The first to step out was Julian, he was as eager as anyone could ever be and was wearing garishly colored clothes. He spotted Sara and Rosie and ran over to them, immediately asking to shake their hands. Next came Lea, she was wearing a floral print dress and an annoyed expression. She walked over and stood next to Julian as she picked lightly at her dress. Julian attempted to say hello to her, but all he got out of her was a well placed pinch to the shoulder. The next person to get out was Jon, he looked a little confused, but happy nonetheless. He went and stood next to Lea as Shad clambered out of the car, a bored expression on his face as he walked over and stood slightly away from everyone else. The last to exit the car was Ashlee. She was dressed very neatly and so she hesitated when getting out of the car, not wanting to step in anything that might ruin her clearly new shoes. She walked up and stood with the group and watched as the limo pulled away to find a parking spot. Rosie and Sara turned to the children and smiled. “Welcome, I’m sure you all know who we are,” said Sara “And there will be plenty of time to get to know all of you once we are inside, so, off we go then!” finished Rosie as she started off up the stairs, motioning for everyone to follow her. One by one, everyone filed up the stairs and into the factory, where they were met with a rush of cool air. “Now that we are all here and accounted for, why don’t we start the tour?” said Rosie as she looked at the small crowd of children standing in front of her. She wasted no time asking questions or such, she didn’t much like the idea of having people there, but if it was going to help them, then she was willing to bear it. Sara walked a little behind her and fell into step with the children as they neared a big oak door. “What’s your name?” Sara asked the girl nearest her. “My name is Ashlee,” she replied as she did a karate chop in the air and smiled. None of the kids seemed eager to talk to each other, not even Julian, who, in any other situation, would have been simply uncontainable. As they stood by the door, Rosie pulled out a key ring with what looked like well over a hundred keys on it. She fumbled around with it a few times until she found the right one. With a turn of the key and a little effort, they entered the room. It was a strange room, filled with lots of machines, but also at the same time, filled with what looked like trees. The silence of everyone’s surprise was suddenly broken by Lea, who cried out “This isn’t a real chocolate factory! You two are both nuts!! Where are the vats of chocolate, and all the candy??” she had stormed into the room, as if searching out a logical explanation why there was no candy here. The rest of the kids were now slowly following her in and looking around. “You can look around and have fun, just don’t touch this machine over here!” called Sara as she and Rosie now rushed into the room themselves. “Which one?” asked Julian who had been about to touch what looked like a hairy watermelon. “This one,” Sara said loud enough so all the children could hear. Lea, who was curious even though she wouldn’t admit it, had come to stand by the machine Sara had pointed at. It was big and purple and had lots of different shaped tubes and conveyer belts coming off of it. “What is it?” she asked in a would-be-uninterested voice. “That,” replied Rosie “Is the reason you don’t see any candy in this room,” she said as she walked over after having pried Ashlee away from hugging the candy trees. “What exactly does it do?” said Shad raising his eyebrows. Rosie turned to him and frowned a bit “I was getting to that! Anyways, you take a normal old candy bar…” she said, pulling a wrapped bar of chocolate out of her pocket “and you stick it on this conveyer belt, and press this button!” Sara walked over and slammed down hard on a big blue button. The belt started to move, the candy bar gliding along it’s surface. It picked up speed a little and the candy bar disappeared into a short tunnel. Weird scrapping and popping noises could be heard from inside, until they saw the candy bar emerge, and another after it. Lea walked over and picked up the original, “So, what’s the big idea? It made another one?” she tossed it carelessly on the floor, after which Julian came rushing forward to pick it up and put it in his pocket. “Yes,” said Sara “But what did it make it out of? Do you see any chocolate in or around that machine? Like you said… there’s no candy in this room except what we just made,” the kids expressions changed to ones of confusion at this. Finally after a second of letting it sink in, Shad’s eyes widened “Wait, you…you cloned it?” he said surprised. “That’s right!” said Rosie with a triumphant grin “it’s a candy cloning machine! It will make it so that you never have to spend money on ingredients and materials ever again! It took me and Sara two months to come up with it!” As they had the children’s attention they forgot to pay attention to how many of them were listening, and didn’t notice when Lea broke away from the group and climbed into the machine. “Where did the other girl go?” asked Jon suddenly. At that moment, laughter could be heard from inside the machine and Lea’s voice said “Quick, someone press the button!” before they could stop her, Ashlee ran forward and pressed hard on the blue button, starting the conveyer belt. “Nooooo!” screamed Rosie and Sara at the same time. They could hear the machine trying to work, making loud banging noises and even a noise like a dying cat. “I don’t think it’s working, press the button again!” Lea shouted from inside, and Ashlee pressed the button hard, a number of times more before Sara was able to run over and pry her away from the machine. Julian was panicking and cowering in the corner as it rattled and shook. Shad and Jon however were standing calmly and watching, amazed as the cloning machine emitted sparks of every different color. Suddenly there was a loud BOOM and out came Lea, and another Lea after, both were completely identical. The original stood up and brushed herself off and the clone followed suit. “Coooool,” she said slowly, looking herself over. But before she had much time to evaluate her second self, a third one came rushing out of the machine as well, followed by a fourth, fifth, sixth… clones kept popping out until there were at least fifty Leas, sitting there and blinking. Everyone had run and hid behind one of the other machines. “Wait!” said Julian standing up, giving away their position “How do we tell which one the real one is!?” Rosie and Sara exchanged worried looks. “I am!” shouted one of the Leas “No, It’s me you guys!” called another, soon the whole room full of Leas was shouting pleas for them to remember her. “Well? How do we know?” asked Julian who was looking around with a shocked look. “We don’t…” said Sara as she got out her cell phone and dialed a number. “Who is she calling?” asked Jon quietly, but Rosie put up her hand to shush him. Sara said a few words into the phone and then hung up. Almost instantly, several Oompa Loompas rushed into the room and started ushering all the Leas out of the door. Rosie and Sara got up and walked to the opposite door, opening it for all the children to walk through. Once everyone was through, Rosie closed it and started walking in the direction of a pair of elevator doors. “Wait, what about Lea?” said Shad as he ran over to get in one of the elevators with everyone else. “Who?” said Sara as she pressed a button and they were whisked off to another part of the factory. The elevator screeched to halt and opened on what seemed to be a field, surrounded by walls. Little colorful creatures were running around everywhere and the kids wondered what they were. “What kind of animals are those?” asked Ashlee as she squinted at the nearest one. “Animals?” said Rosie with a smile “those are no animals, they are Jellosaurs. Living…well almost living, Dinosaurs made solely out of jelly candy,” as she said this, one of them sniffed across the field and made it’s way over to Julian. He reached out his hands to go and pick it up before Rosie stopped him. I wouldn’t do that if I were you, if you get it’s scent on you, the mother will think you are one of hers” Julian’s eyes widened and he tried to back away, but it was too late, the baby Jellosaur ran forward and leaped into his arms. Everything seemed okay, until as if out of nowhere two large hands reached down and scooped them up, boy and dino in one fell swoop. The mother had come to round up her young, and Julian was now one of them. It was over as soon as it had begun that time, and they had to get out fast, or it would spot them and think they were intruders, at least it thought Julian was just it’s nestling. Rosie opened a door that led onto a flight of stairs and started running down. This time none of the kids asked questions as they ran through and Sara shut the door behind them.
As they ran down the stairs, it seemed to be getting darker… it was getting darker. They seemed to be descending into total darkness. “What do you keep down here?” asked Jon as they continued to run down the stairs. “I really don’t know, I just needed an escape route!” called Rosie was still sprinting downwards. Finally they came to a landing where a torch hung in a bracket on the wall, illuminating their surroundings. They were in a fairly small room with nothing but boxes in it. “We must be in the shipping room,” Said Sara as she searched for a light switch. She found it as she brushed her hand against the wall it suddenly lit up the whole room. Sure enough they were in some sort of basement or garage, but it didn’t look to them like any room they had ever used, maybe it had been used by the previous owner. “”I wonder what’s in the boxes!?” said Rosie as she went to one and pried it open. Suddenly a man wearing nothing but a black jumpsuit and a black hood jumped out, causing everyone to scream. He took a look around the room and then, spotting Ashlee, he took off his hood. “Dad?” Ashlee said looking at him in disbelief “What are you doing here?” the man pulled out something that looked like a pocket knife out of his hood. He unfolded it and it turned out to be a parasol. Shad could not keep a straight face when this happened and he blurted out “Is that a ninja with a parasol!?” Ashlee turned around and sighed, No, he’s my father…” she paused as she looked him over, still wondering what he was doing here. “Ashlee,” he said exasperated “How many times must I tell you not to forget your Parasol?” at this she rolled her eyebrows and pointed at Sara and Rosie. “Dad, they don’t carry around a stupid umbrella all day, why should I have to?” her father gave her an appalled look and shook his head “No parasols?! My dear! You are coming home at once! I do not want you gallivanting about with such folk that don’t carry a parasol on their person at all times…come, we are leaving!” Ashlee gave an ashamed look to everyone and then quickly departed through a door, her father in tow. “Well, that was awkward…” said Rosie as they walked back through another door that led back into the factory. “It was obviously a family matter,” said Sara who was trying not to laugh. They knew the tour was almost over so Rosie turned to the two remaining children and said. “We don’t have much time left, but I want to show you two one more room, it’s my favorite!”
They knew this next room would impress the remaining kids, after all, it was designed after the one the real Willy Wonka had made a long time ago. They walked through the bleach white door and entered a white room that looked somewhat like something you would see in an insane asylum. It contained lots and lots of television screens and a few computers as well. Everything seemed very clean, there was not a smudge on anything. A few Oompa Loompas were watching TV and a few were working on various other projects. Shad walked eagerly into the room, closely followed by Jon. Rosie and Sara had to run to catch up with them. They handed them each a pair of protective goggles to wear while in the room, seeing as it was very bright. Shad was intrigued by something one of the Oompa Loompas was holding. He made his way across the room as Jon picked up something that was lying on the floor. Shad found himself in conversation with the Oompa Loompa about the concept of Chocolate by television. He had heard about it from the days of Willy Wonka, but be had never actually seen it up close. All of a sudden, without warning, Jon’s finger hit a button on the unidentified object he had picked up. It emitted a beam of light that hit Shad directly in the chest and POOF, he was gone, or so they thought. Then they heard a tiny voice as they rushed over to where he had been standing. He was still there, but he was now three inches high. Rosie and Sara knew the tour was over. They bowed to the Oompa Loompas and quickly rushed out of the room. Rosie Ran back quickly as she remembered she had forgotten Shad. She picked him up ran the other way again. They ran to the elevator and hopped in Sara jabbing at one of the buttons and Rosie holding the shrunken Shad in her hands. He was screaming at the top of his lunges and clutching onto Rosie’s thumb. They reached the floor of the button Sara had clicked and ran out into the hallway “Where are we going?” asked Jon who was struggling to keep up. Rosie opened a door to their left and ushered them in. “We have to try and unshrink him! Do you know the kind of trouble we will get into if the landlord finds out?” Rosie said as she set the tiny Shad on a table in the middle of the room. “Is this going to hurt?” piped up Shad who was sitting fearfully on the table. “Well it shouldn’t, not if everything goes right,” said Sara as she flipped a switch on the side of the table. It lit up which cause Shad to stand up and run in circles. There was a flash of light and then a poof of smoke. Rosie and Sara looked eagerly at the table as the smoke cleared, but their hopes were dashed. Shad had not changed in height, it hadn’t worked. They looked around, wondering what to do when Rosie whispered “I guess we’ll just have to keep him a secret,” and Sara nodded. “What??” said Shad’s tiny voice from the table, “What does that mean?” Jon turned to him and laughed slightly “I think it means you are stuck like that,”
Part 4: ~ the Edible Ending ~ Rosie and Sara stood looking around them wondering where all the other children had gone. And then they remembered, this was Kayla’s plan in the first place, they would test how all of the children held up when challenged with knowing their way around a candy factory, and the one that was left at the end would become their apprentice and help them by using their knowledge of the new generation to make popular new candies that everyone would enjoy! Jon was the only one left besides the now tiny Shad, who was now sitting on Rosie’s shoulder and grumbling while looking the other way. “Oh don’t worry,” said Rosie as she laughed “I would never send you back to your parents like this!” at this Shads eyes lit up “You know another way to change me back?” he asked excitedly. “No!” Said Sara with a chuckle “What she meant is that you get to stay here and help us as well!” Shad stood up and stomped his foot which caused Rosie to wince. “You’ve got to be kidding me!?” he said incredulously. “What could I possibly help you with? Look how tall I am,” he said as he folded his arms and raised his eyebrows. At this Rosie, Sara and Jon all cracked up. “Well,” replied Sara, “Someone has to put the sprinkles on the cookies right?” Jon was looking around the room, confused. Finally he asked “Um, does that mean I get to stay too?” he looked at them hopefully. Rosie nodded and pat him on shoulder “That’s the reason we sent those tickets out. Our candy hasn’t been selling so well lately so we need your, and Shad’s help to try and make candy that appeals to the new and upcoming generation of kids.” By the time she was finished talking, Jon was jumping around with joy and doing some kind of a victory dance. Sara and Rosie could tell he was going to fit in here just fine, and life would once again, be sweet.
~Credited List:~ Sara – Azurae Skye: For the whole idea for this story! Your comment made it possible! And for a few plot ideas as well! Shad- Mr Famous: For plot ideas and for keeping me up late enough to finish this damn thing! Ashlee- OoO.B.u.b.b.l.e..s.OoO: For character ideas and development
yeah, thats about it! LOVE YOU!
...Make your iPod only play Jethro Tull
Pelagic Paladin · Thu Jun 12, 2008 @ 05:08am · 13 Comments |
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