Oompa Loompa Takeover

Chapter 3

III

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Miles squoze as much water out of his hair as he could.

"NO! Forget it," Gerald protested, standing a few feet away. "My beautiful locks would be ruined!"

"Come on! You need a scrubbing anyway, your hair is gross." Miles looked up from the basin. "Do you want to be walking around and your wig falls off? It just wouldn't look authentic."

"Authentic? Theirs look freakin' glued on," he said obstinately, crossing his arms and not making eye contact.

Miles wasn't particularly happy about dying his hair green either, but it was the only way. He just hoped he was doing it right. He turned the box over in his free hand. Yuck, Mint Julep green.

"This is insane anyway," Gerald continued. "I mean, you're a runt. But me? I'm already way taller than the tallest one of them. And how am I supposed to hide a regular gun in this shit?" He heard Gerald mutter, looking over the clothes they'd stolen.

"Well then. Do you want me to do it by myself? Cause I will if you keep bitching." He watched as his words made Gerald's eyes grow bigger.

"Of course I'm going to do it with you...it's just..."

Miles sighed and told himself to give his friend a break. What they were planning on doing was extremely dangerous and it was likely both of them would be killed. No one knew how the Oompa Loompas communicated beyond their songs or how their community worked in general. Did they all know each other? What kind of names did they have? There was no way of knowing. "You'll look fine," Miles said. "Your hair is already the right length and it'll be easier to die yours since it's blond. Mine on the other hand..." Miles looked at himself in the dusty mirror now splattered with drops of green water. "I'm not sure how this is going to look."

"We're going to look hideous," Gerald stated plainly, shrugging.