The Chocolatiers

Agustus Gloop

*Grace's P.O.V.*
"They are such wonderful workers. I feel I must warn you, though, they are rather mischievous. Always making jokes," he made a funny little laugh. I snorted. That's an understatement. Suddenly, the fat boy's mother said, "Augustus, my child, that is not a good thing to do!" Oh, so that's his name. Very German. I once visited Germany with my parents when I was seven. I looked toward where she was looking, and gasped. No one was allowed to touch the chocolate river besides the Oompa-Loomas, Mr. Wonka, and I. "Little boy," Mr. Wonka called out. I snickered. He ain't so little. "My chocolate must not be touched by human hands."After he said that, Augustus had the nerve to fall in. I rolled my eyes, growling in anger and annoyance. "Help him! He can't swim!" Aigustus came up gasping for air. "Great, just what we need. I'll get him." I said running fast, but not faster than the average human can over to him."I tried to reach for him, but I couldn't reach him. I groaned. If the others weren't looking, I would've just flown over to him, pluck him out of the chocolate, and bring him back to shore. Where I would smack him upside the head, for being an ungrateful idiot."Kid,quite flailing around as much! "The I yelled at him."your just making yourself drift further in!" I looked around and found a candy cane stick. "Your not that much older than him!" Sassed the blonde girl's mom. I rolled my eyes. "I'm eighteen." I snapped while I snapped the candy cane and pointed it at Augustus. Most of them seemed surprised. Yes, I am the size of a ten or eleven year old, but don't go judging a book by its cover. "Happy Birthday to me, I get to save a fat kid from drowning in a chocolate river. Ironic isn't it?" I yelled at them. "Hey!" Both the kid and his mom said. "Grab on, ya big lump!" "Who are you calling-" he went back under. I just wanna smack him. If he dies in there, it would be even more contaminated. "Save him!" His mother said. "Can't you see I'm trying woman?!?" I yelled at her. I was almost to him, when I heard a noise above. The pipes. Great. Just what I need. To repair another pipe. They take a lot longer to fix than to make. "Grab on kid, before..." Too late. The pipe went into the chocolate and started sucking it up. Pulling the kid too. "Ahhh!" He screamed, trying to grab the stick. "Save your breath! You'll need it." He stopped screaming, and he was pulled in too far for him to reach.
He tried to, but fails in not screaming like a little girl. He screams all the way down in the whirlpool of chocolate, being sucked up into the pipe, once in, he gasps for air. And he is shot up. "There he goes." Says the blonde girl. "Call the fire brigade!" Yelled the worried mother of Augustus. It's too late for that. I chuckled. "It's a wonder how that pipe is big enough." The blonde mother said. "It's not." I said while walking towards the bridge that connects the two sides. "She's right, he's slowing down." Charlie said. "He's gonna stick." Said the hacker. I figured that it was him because it wasn't Charlie, and it wasn't Augustus, so it had to be him. Mike Teavee. "I think he has." Said his father. He did in fact, stop. "He's blocked the whole pipe." Said the other girl's father. Yeah. And it is going to take me a week to fix it. I sighed. I reached the middle of the bridge. "Look," Charlie exclaimed. I looked over at them to see that he was looking at the Oompa-Loompas. Who where beginning to hum. "The Oompa-Loompas." Oh. It's been a while. Why not. I smiled and started humming myself. Hearing the lyrics clearly in their heads. "What are they doing?" Asked the brown haired girl. "Why I believe they're going to treat us to a little song. It is quite a special occasion, of course. They haven't had a fresh audience in many a moon." That's for sure. I finally reached them. (View video 😁) The Oompa-Loompas got into position and started dancing and singing. "Augustus Gloop, Augustus Gloop, the great big greedy nincompoop." I started dancing and singing along with them and Mr. Wonka. "Augustus Gloop, so big and vile. So greedy, foul and infantile. 'Come on!' We cried, 'The time is ripe to send him shooting up the pipe!'" Then an Oompa-Loompa came,to U.S. and said, "But don't, dear children, be alarmed Augustus Gloop will not be harmed, Augustus Gloop will not be harmed." I smiled at them, that they were reassuring them that the boy they have come to know won't be hurt when this is all over. I did a little spinning turn. I really love to dance. Some of the guests were looking at me as if I was crazy. Well, maybe I am. Just a little bit. Being around these people for eight years is a while. Does things if you see the exact same people everyday. Some of the Oompa-Loompas got swim hats on their heads. I laughed. They dove and did a little synchronized swimming around the pipe holding Augustus. Even though it could start sucking up more any second now. "Although, of course, we must admit, he will be altered quite a bit. Slowly, wheels go round and round," Yes but not much. I mean I've been in there with a bunch of water. But then again, I was controlling it from the inside. "And cogs begin to grind and pound. This greedy brute, this louse's ear, is loved by people everywhere." Eh. Not everywhere. "For who could hate, or bear a grudge against a luscious bit of fudge?" The pipe, couldn't take it any longer. On the last note, he went shooting up, into the containment unit. He was calling out to us for help. I would, but then I'd expose my true self. And I don't want most of these people knowing. As the pipe started to pull out, and go away, so did the Oompa-Loompas. Even when the song ended, Mr. Wonka was still dancing. I was clapping. I love it when they dance. It is so energetic.
"Bravo! Another song well done!" Mr. Wonka and I called. Oops. "Aren't they delightful?Aren't they charming?" Asked Mr. Wonka. I nodded. Most of the others looked at us incredulously. "I do say, that all seemed rather rehearsed." Said the brown haired girl's father. I glared at him. "Like they knew it was gonna happen." Mike said. "Oh, poppycock." Mr. Wonka said. "I was singing along as well, and I didn't even know them before today." I lied, mostly. I have known them for seven and a half years. But they never rehearse. They always know what to say or do whenever it comes to things like this. Mrs. Gloop went over to Mr. Wonka, who was looking at the river. I sighed. It's gonna take a long time to decide which chocolate is not contaminated. Oh. I took out my notebook, and wrote down about a new invention for the pipes. It can indicate if there is something bad in the chocolate, so we can know not to use that one. I smiled, and put it away. Charlie looked at me with a questioning look on his face. 'Later.' I mouthed. 'Ok.' He smiled at me.
"Where is my son? Where does that pipe go to?" Mrs. Gloop asked. I know where it goes. It is headed to the room where we make strawberry-flavored, chocolate-coated fudge. "That pipe, it just so happens to lead, directly to the room where I make the most delicious of strawberry-flavored, chocolate-coated fudge." He said happily. "Then he will be made into strawberry-flavored, chocolate-coated fudge." I made a disgusted face. "They'll be selling him," Mr. Wonka, opened his mouth, but is interrupted by her rambling. "By the pound all over the world?" "No." He said firmly. "I wouldn't allow it. The taste would be terrible." I snorted. Mrs. Gloop glared at us. "Can you imagine Augustus-flavored, chocolate-coated Gloop?" I made a face. I don't think so. "Ew. No one would buy it." A look of realization and anger came across Mrs. Gloop. I don't know what she just realized, but probably something bad, and not true. Mr. Wonka turned, and called out to the Oompa-Loompas. Making what would sound like a weird noise to the others, but normal sound for me. One of them, Bob, I think came walking up, and turned to face us. Mr. Wonka and Mrs. Gloop bent down a little.
"I want you to take Mrs. Gloop up to the fudge room, okay? Help her find her son. And take a long stick, and start poking around in the chocolate-mixing barrel," he used his cane to indicate how to poke around with the stick. I giggled a little at how funny he looked. Some of the guests glared at me. "Okay?" Bob, no, Barbra, crossed her arms on her chest, and bowed a bit. Mr. Wonka imitated. He straightened out, smirking at her. Barbra went up to Mrs. Gloop, and tugged on the end of her dress. Mrs. Gloop looked up at Mr. Wonka as if asking if she really must be dragged by this smaller than a child, being. Mr. Wonka nodded, smiling. Mrs. Gloop did a little dance-like walk, trying to make sure no one saw her undergarments. I looked away, no matter how funny it looked. One down.
"Mr. Wonka?" Charlie asked. "Yea?" "Why would Augustus' name already be in the Oompa-Loompa song, unless--?" "Improvisation is a parlor trick." Mr. Wonka interrupted, quickly defending his oh, so kind and wonderful workers. "Anyone can do it." he turned and looked at the blonde girl. "You, little girl, say something." I smiled. "Anything." "Chewing gum." She smacked. I rolled my eyes in disgust. When I was little, I went to school and was bullied a lot, my main bully, Janice McNat, always had a big piece of gum in her mouth, and after beating me up each time, she stuck the wad in my hair. I went home crying everyday, black and blue. Then my parents got sick of the adults there not doing anything, and started homeschooling me. It worked out, because my parents work was mostly either at work, or in the lab, they were great scientists, working for our local university. I sighed a little.
"Chewing gum is really gross. Chewing gum, I hate the most!" I smiled, glad that I wasn't the only one who hated it. "See? Exactly the same." He told Charlie. I nodded. "No it isn't." Mike said. Oh, how I wanna slap him upside the head. He is just like those bullies that I had. Mr. Wonka turned to face him. "Uh, you really shouldn't mumble." I chuckled. Mike glared at me, "kiss up." I felt my eyes changing, and my teeth sharpening. He jumped, then turned and glared at Mr. Wonka. "Because I can't understand a word you're saying." (Blocking out the haters! You the man! 😆) Both him and the chewing girl stared at him like he was crazy. "Now, on with the tour." He started walking off proudly. I turned around, my features back to normal. "Dad, did you see that?" Mike asked his father nervously. "See what?" He asked. I smirked back at him triumphantly. No one, but him saw it. So it will make him sound crazy if he told anyone.
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