The child of a Chocolatier (Willy Wonka Story)

Chapter Eight: So shines a good deed in a weary world

We entered the room to reveal the Oompa Loompa's filling up the Wonkamobile with different types of pop. This'll be fun. I bet everyone will enjoy the journey. I think they will.

"Behold the Wonkamobile. A thing of beauty is a joy forever," I said, "places please, the dance is about to begin. Better grab a seat, they're going fast."

"Mr Wonka, what's that they're filling it up with?" Grandpa Joe asked.

"Oh, ginger ale, ginger pop, ginger beer, beer bubbles, bubble-ade, bubble cola, double cola, double bubble burp-a-cola, and all the crazy carbonated stuff that tickles your nose. Few people realize what tremendous power there is in one of those things," I told him as I got into the top seat.

"Mr Wonka?" I hummed in response to Charlie, "where does (Y/N) sit?"

"Ah," I never brought her on the Wonkamobile so I never had a seat for her to sit in since she's still small, "Charlie, would you mind having her on your lap?" I asked.

"I don't mind," Charlie said.

"Thank you."

Charlie picked up (Y/N) and climbed onto the Wonkamobile. I activated the Wonkamobile and we were off. As we went along, bubble suds started to spray out of the funnels. I started singing a German song called Martha as I continued driving and ignored the bubble suds spraying on me and my face. I can imagine (Y/N) was enjoying the experience but I couldn't see her because she was in the back. We then went through the Hsawaknow and we were all clean.

Charlie asked what we went through and I told him. Mrs Teevee asked if that was Japanese but (Y/N) told her it was Wonkawash spelt backwards. I got down from my seat and took (Y/N) from Charlie. We were now in front of the Wonkavision room. I handed everyone suits to change in before going in. I helped (Y/N) into hers and she asked if her blanket could come in too but I told her no. We went into the room and I made sure (Y/N) was always holding my hand.

"Wonkavision: my very latest and greatest invention," I told everyone.

"It's television," Mike said.

"Uh, it's Wonkavision," I corrected, "now I suppose you all know how ordinary television works. You photograph something and-"

"Sure, I do. You photograph something, and then the photograph is split up into millions of tiny pieces, and they go whizzing through the air down to your TV set where they're all put together again in the right order," Mike explained interrupting me.

"You should open your mouth a little wider when you speak. So I said to myself, 'If they can do it with a photograph, why can't I do it with a bar of chocolate?'" I pointed to a few Oompa Loompa's who bought in a large bar of chocolate and placed it in the platform in front of the giant camera, "I shall now send this chocolate bar from one end of the room to the other. It has to be big because whenever you transmit something by television, it always ends up smaller on the other end. Goggles on, please," everyone put their goggles on, "Lights, camera, action!"

I pressed the button to activate the camera and the chocolate bar disappeared. I took everyone to the television at the other side of the room and put (Y/N) on the table before pressing a bunch of buttons to make sure the chocolate bar appeared on the screen. I told Mike to take it but he told me it was just a picture so I told Charlie to take it. He did and tried it. It was perfect. Mike asked if I could send other things besides chocolate and I told him that you can send anything you like. Then he asked about people.

I mean, it could work but it would have messy results. That was enough information for Mike. He took the button and pressed it, disappearing. I closed my eyes when he pressed the button and I covered (Y/N)'s eyes. We did exactly have enough time to put our goggles on. I pressed a few buttons trying to get Mike onto the screen and I did but he was very small. At least he was unharmed. Mrs Teevee put Mike into her purse and asked what to do.

I took her purse and swung it back and forth as an Oompa Loompa approached, "well, fortunately, small boys are extremely springy and elastic, so I think we'll put him in my special taffy-pulling machine. That should do the trick."

I gave the Oompa Loompa the purse and told him what to do. Mrs Teevee half fainted and landing in Grandpa Joe's arms. I bid her goodbye as an Oompa Loompa took her away. The Oompa Loompa's started their final lesson while I went to (Y/N).

"I don't like television," she told me.

"I'm not overly fond of it either," I told her.

"Books are better."

"Yes. Yes, they are."

The Oompa Loompa's finished their song and I helped (Y/N) out of the suit again and gave her Foxy back. In my hand, I had invoices, bills, letters, even a note from the Queen that I had to answer. Charlie asked about the other kids but I assured him that they will be perfectly fine and that they will leave here and be there terrible old selves again. But maybe they'll be a little be wiser for the wear. Grandpa Joe then asked what they did now so I told them where the exit was and that I couldn't show them out because I had so much work to do. I called an Oompa Loompa asking him to take care of (Y/N) for a while. He nodded and took her away to play while I said goodbye to the Bucket's and got back to work. I took off my coat and hat and sat down at my half desk and lit a cigar. Just as I started writing, I heard my office door open.

"Mr Wonka?"

It was Grandpa Joe

"I'm extraordinarily busy, sir," I told him.

"I just wanted to ask about the chocolate. The lifetime supply of chocolate for Charlie. When does he get it?"

"He doesn't."

"Why not?"

"Because he broke the rules," I told him putting my cigar down on a stand.

"What rules? We didn't see any rules, did we, Charlie?"

"Wrong, sir, wrong! Under Section Thirty-Seven B of the contract signed by him, it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void if--and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy:" I took a copy of the contract from my safe and read it with a glass, "'I, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained, et cetera, et cetera... fax mentis incendium gloria culpum, et cetera, et cetera... memo bis punitor delicatum!' It's all there, black and white, clear as crystal! You stole Fizzy Lifting Drinks. You bumped into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you get NOTHING! YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY, SIR!"

"You're a crook... you're a cheat and a swindler! That's what you are! How could you do a thing like this?! Build up a little boy's hop and smash all his dreams to pieces! YOU'RE AN INHUMAN MONSTER!"

"I SAID GOOD DAY!" I snapped and went back to work.

Grandpa Joe told Charlie that they should go and went to leave. Honestly, that yelling felt good. I hadn't realised how much anger I had bottled up inside. Where did it even come from? I never once got mad at (Y/N) because she's so well behaved. Fair enough, there have been a few things she's done that have irritated me but it wasn't enough to make me angry and lash out at her. I'm actually really soft with her but I've still had no reason to yell at her. Charlie walked up to my desk and placed the Everlasting Gobstopper I gave him on my desk. He did it.

"So shines a good deed in a weary world," I said putting my hand over there Gobstopper before turning to Charlie, "Charlie... my boy... you've won! You did it! You did it! You did it! I knew you would, I just knew you would!" I picked him up and spun him around before putting him down again, "oh, Charlie, forgive me for putting you through this. Please, forgive me. Come in Mr Wilkinson!" Mr Wilkinson walked in, "Charlie, meet Mr Wilkinson."

"Pleasure," he said.

"Slugworth!" Charlie said shocked.

"No, no, that's not Slugworth. He works for me," I explained.

"For you?" Charlie asked.

"I had to test you, Charlie. And you passed the test. You won!"

I grabbed my coat and hat and lead them to the Wonkavator unaware that a certain four-year-old had run out the room crying after I yelled at Charlie and his grandfather.

(A/N: .... I have no words for the end of this chapter. See you next chapter)