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Chapter 10 - Television Room 2.0

"So can you send other things...say like breakfast cereal?" Mike's dad asked.
"Do you have any idea what breakfast cereal is made of? It's those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners," Mr.Wonka began to rant.
"But could you send it by Television if you wanted to?" Charlie asked.
" 'Course you could," Mr.Wonka replied, resting himself on his cane slightly. "What about people?" Mike asked.
"Well.. Why would he want to send a person?" y/n began causing Mike to look in her direction.
"They don't taste very good at all," Mr.Wonka finished.
"Don't you realise what you've invented!? It's a teleporter! It's the most important invention in the history of the world! And all you think about is chocolate." Mike says, his voice echoing throughout the room with sass. "Calm down Mike, I think Mr.Wonka knows what he's talking about," Mr.Teavee scolded.
"No he doesn't!" Mike shouted, "He has no idea! You think he's a genius but he's an idiot. But I'm not.." Everyone stared at Mike, giving him a 'please shut up' face.

However, y/n was looking at Mr.Wonka. She couldn't help but think about the way he smelt like fresh mint even thought he was the owner of a multi-million dollar chocolate factory. The way the ridiculous, white goggles actually suited him and the way his outfit matched hers in a way.

Y/n was snapped out of her trance when Mike started running. His dad jumped back a little. Mike ran across the platform and jumped over the oompa loompa sat in front of the TV. He landed on the other side and continued running. There were two oompa loompas in his way but Mike being Mike, he used his arms to push them out of the way and down to the floor. He ran up the ramp just as Mr.Wonka spoke up, "Hey little boy, don't push my button,"

Too late.

Mike had already pressed the button and jumped onto the platform the chocolate bar was previously on. "Wait isn't he gonna get smaller.. Because of the whole TV principle thing?" Y/n asked.
"Yeah probably.." Mr.Wonka replied, standing closer to y/n. The height difference was big to say the least. Y/n was only up to his shoulder, it would take at least another head to make them the same height.

The oompa loompas behind the control panel popped up to see Mike stood on the platform. Their mouths were open. Mike's dad rushed off of the platform but stopped in the middle of the room. The platform Mike was stood on began to rise along with the light on the other side. Mike's dad looked worried as he looked back at Mr.Wonka. Mr.Wonka just smiled and turned his attention back to Mike. Y/n thought this was oddly attractive for some reason.

Mike was soon lifted off of the platform and he began to float in the air. Even the oompa loompas stopped working and were looking up at him. Mike started dancing around and waving from inside of the tube he had entered slowly. Another sudden bright flash of light and a loud sound and Mike was gone. "He's gone," Mr.Teavee states. "Let's go check the Television and see what we get," Mr.Wonka said as he pulled y/n after him by the hand.

Everyone leaned over the TV once again, Mr.Teavee at one end, then y/n, then Mr.Wonka and finally Charlie. "I sure hope no part of him gets left behind," Mr.Wonka said as he gazed into the TV. "What do you mean!?" Mr.Teavee asked quickly, sound worried and frantic. "Well, sometimes only half the little pieces find their way through," Mr.Wonka explains. "If you had to choose only one half of your son, which one would it be?" Mr.Wonka asked, sounding a bit too happy due to the current situation.
"What kind of a question is that!?" Mike's dad fired back. "No need to snap. Just a question." Mr.Wonka turned his attention back to the TV. Mr.Wonka turned around and looked behind him, "Try every channel, I'm starting to feel a little anxious," he said to the oompa loompa in the chair. The oompa loompa picked up the remote and started switching channels.

Suddenly, music started blasting from the TV and Mike appeared on the news channel. "There he is," Charlie said. "Mike.." Mr.Teavee called out quietly. The oompa loompa on the TV started to sing and the channels continued to change, causing Mike to look slightly confused as he went from being on a news channel to a cooking show to a toy boxing set. Mike looked around, trying to see if there was a way he could run. There was no way. The channel soon changed to a woman getting in the shower. Mike looked up from his place in the bathtub and saw the shower water start to come down. The channel then switched again to a concert and the song got more intense. Everyone turned around and all the oompa loompas in the room were now dancing behind them to the beat of the song. The oompa loompas continued to sing but the channel switched again to another band. All the channels changed quickly to the previous ones, alternating every few seconds.

At the end of the song, Mike was squished by the news reporters filing board. "Ew somebody grab him," Mr.Wonka said, holding his hand away from the screen. Mr.Teavee reached in as he heard a small, high-pitched voice call out, "Help me," Mr.Teavee picked Mike up and pulled him out of the TV. "Oh thank heavens he's completely unharmed," Mr.Wonka said as he looked at Mike, who was now shrunken down to the size of a small pen. "Unharmed!?" Mr.Teavee said. "What are you talking about!?" Mr.Teavee lowered his hand and Mike lay on it. Mr.Wonka moved slightly closer to get a better look. "Just put me back in the other way!" Mike called out. "There is no other way.. This is Television not telephone, there's quite a difference," Mr.Wonka told him. "Then what exactly do you propose to do about it?" Mr.Teavee asked.
"I know!" y/n perked up, "Let's put him in the taffy puller, if you have one.."
"Hey, I was gonna say that!" Mr.Wonka teased. They smiled at each other. "Taffy puller?!" Mr.Teavee asked in disbelief. "Hey that was our idea!" Mr.Wonka and y/n both said at the same time. "Young men are extremely springy. They stretch like mad," Mr.Wonka calls an oompa loompa over and tells him to take Mr.Teavee and Mike into the taffy room.

Mr.Wonka decided to continue on with the tour. "There's so much left to see," Mr.Wonka began as he walked over to the glass elevator. He took his goggles off and turned around. "Now, how many children are left?" Y/n and Charlie exchanged glances before turning back to Mr.Wonka. "Mr.Wonka, Charlies the only one left," y/n said, removing her goggles. Mr.Wonka looked shocked, impressed even. "You mean you're the only one?" he asked, his mouth still slightly parted in shock. "Yes.." Charlie replied. "What happened to the others?" he asked, knowing that no one was going to answer. Mr.Wonka turned to y/n and he smiled widely.

He turned his attention back to Charlie and beamed, "Oh my dear boy that means you've won!" he stuck his hand out and shook Charlie's hand rather violently, not enough to hurt him though. "I do congratulate you, I really do, I'm absolutely delighted. I had a hunch you know, right from the beginning. Well done. We mustn't dilly or dally because we have an enormous number of things to do before the days out but luckily for us we have the great glass elevator to speed things alon-" Mr.Wonka spoke quickly until he bumped into the glass elevator falling on the floor. Y/n let out a little laugh as Mr.Wonka got back up again and stumbled backwards a bit. "Speed things along," he finished his sentence as he pressed a button to open the elevator doors.

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