Chocolate Eyes (Wonka x Fem! Charlie)

Chapter Eight - Wonka

I was surveying the nut sorting room, making sure everything was in order for my plan when I felt a small tug on my pants. I looked down at Doris and just knew by the look on her face that the third golden ticket must have been found. I nodded to her once before spinning on my heel and walking out the door towards my office. We didn't say a word as we walked towards my office. I think this whole competition has taken a lot out of the two of us. Maybe this one will be better...somehow I highly doubt it.

When we finally made it to my office, I wordlessly turned on the television set to see a little girl with blonde hair, smacking on a wad of gum. I grimaced. I hated gum. I hated the texture of it; I hated the way that after a while, it loses its flavor; I hated the way it has the tendency to get on the bottom of your shoe or in your hair...I could go on and on about how much I hate the confection.

Next to her, was an older lady with the same hair and outfit on. "These are just a few of the two hundred and sixty-three trophies my Violet has won," the older lady said.

"I'm a gum chewer mostly, but when I heard about these ticket things, I laid off the gum. Switched to candy bars," she said arrogantly.

"I already don't like her. Anyone who freely admits to being an advent gum chewer has no place in my factory!"

"She's just a driven young woman. I don't know where she gets it," The older lady said, smiling at the camera. I squinted at her.

"Doris, what's that on the front of the older lady's pants?"

"I don't know what you mean, Willy. Could you please be a little bit more specific?"

I blush in embarrassment, but eventually I point at what I noticed. "That! Right there!"

Doris began laughing so hard, she was fighting to catch her breath. "Oh! That? I believe it's called a camel toe."

"Uh, Doris. What's that?"

"I'll explain it to you later, Willy."

"I'm the junior world champion gum chewer," the little girl bragged. "This piece of gum I'm working on right now, I've been chewing on for three months solid. That's a record." Oh, that's just nasty!

"Of course, I did have my share of trophies. Mostly baton," Camel toe lady gloated while showing off her trophy batons mounted on the wall.

"So, it says this one kid is going to get some special prize. Better than all the rest? I don't care who those other four are. That kid-it's gonna be me," the little girl sneered at the camera.

"Tell them why Violet," camel toe lady goaded her.

"Because I'm a winner!" Violet said, boastfully.

"Not in this competition!"

"This just in," a reporter said. "The fourth golden ticket has been found by a young man named Mike Teevee."

"Oh, wow," I breathed. This competition was picking up! Two golden tickets found in one day. I held my breath and crossed my fingers. Maybe this is the one...

The camera zoomed in on a young man sitting on a bed, ignoring the cameras, reporters and an older couple that was standing next to him. He had some weird contraption on his head and a weird looking object in his hands. There was a lot of screaming in the background

"All you had to do was check the manufacturing date, offset by weather and the derivative of the Nikkei index. A retard could figure it out," he said condescendingly.

"What the fudge?!" I yelled.

"Willy, you have to admit, it's kind of impressive that he decoded your methodic system."

"It's not impressive! It's cheating! That little...little...mumbler! That little mumbler practically stole the fourth ticket!"

"Calm down." Doris ordered.

The old man that was standing beside the little cheater sighed. "Most of the time, I don't know what he's talking about." The older lady nodded her head in agreement. "You know, kids these days what with all the technology- "His was interrupted by that mumbler mubling about a left dot or something. The old man sighed before finishing his previous statement with, "Doesn't seem like they stay kids for very long."

I snorted. "Kid? He is definitely not a kid. He's a darn terrorist!"

"Willy, I think terrorist is a little harsh." Doris reprimanded.

"In the end, I only had to buy one candy bar." The mumbling, terrorist cheater said.

"And how did it taste?" One reporter asked curiously.

"Like one of my famous candy bars, duh!"

"Willy, I think the world may be operating under the misconception that maybe the golden ticket makes the chocolate taste better."

"That's ridiculous!"

"I don't know," Mike sneered. "I hate chocolate."

"Why you little son of a- "I threw my cup of hot cocoa at the screen but due to my poor aim, I almost hit Doris instead. Luckily, she ducked before it hit her.

"Wilber Wonka, Junior!" She glared at me so ferociously that I gulped. She advanced towards me, and I practically flew out of my chair and out of my office. I know what Doris is like when she's mad and let me tell you, I would rather deal with a Whangdoodle than with my secretary when she's angry.

Stupid, mumbling, cheating, chocolate-hating terrorist! I know exactly what I'm going to do with him.