//------------------------------// // The Chocolate Room // Story: Cinematic Adventures: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory // by extremeenigma02 //------------------------------// Down the long hallway, the motley group of winners and ponies (And Spike), led by Mr. Willy Wonka himself, eventually come upon a large room at the end. They were all excited to get the tour underway, to see what wonderful surprises awaited them. But first, Mr. Wonka mentions there was something that ‘needed to be taken care of first’. None in the group had a clue what he meant, but they were willing to see what it was. As they approached the center of the room, Mr. Wonka gestures to the wall on their right. “Now: hats, coats, galoshes, over here,” Mr. Wonka instructs. “But hurry please, we have so much time and so little to see.” Suddenly, he stops for a brief moment, realizing what he just said. He turns back to the group, causing them to pause. “Wait a minute! Strike that. Reverse it. Thank you.” Everyone in the group was confused by Mr. Wonka’s choice of words; nevertheless, they proceed with removing their coats and other accessories (Mostly the humans). “I don’t think we’re going to be able to remove our coats,” Pinkie joked. “It’s part of our being, Pinkie,” Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Well then, how am I able to do this?” Cheese gasped. Every pony turned and gasps, their eyes growing wide. Cheese Sandwich stood before them, holding his fur coat in his hooves (His buttoned shirt on the coat too). They could see his body was completely hairless, even his own mane was gone. Every pony covered their eyes from the display, Fluttershy herself hiding her face completely in her mane. “Oh dear Celestia, Cheese!” Rarity exclaimed. “Please put your coat back on!” “But Mr. Wonka told us to put our coats over here,” Cheese responded. “He told THEM to put their coats over there, Cheese,” Twilight explained, motioning to the kids and their parents. “We’re ponies, we ‘literally’ can’t take our coats off.” “Not so hard for me,” Cheese replies, brushing his coat. “How in tarnation did ya even take it off?” Applejack asked, realizing. “No, wait a minute…” “Well… Since you asked, actually it’s really simple. You see, I just…” “That was a rhetorical question!” Spike interrupts, quickly. “P-P-Please put your coat back on,” Fluttershy squeaked. “All right, all right,” Cheese Sandwich replies. “So picky…” Cheese quickly put his coat back on. He sticks his hooves between the holes for his legs, then sticks his arms through the holes like putting on a jacket. He lifts the top with his brown mane over his head similar to a hoodie, and to top it off, he literally zips his ‘coat’ from the bottom to the top as the zipper mysteriously disappears. As he adjusts the collar of his banana shirt, every pony uncovered their eyes stunned by how it seemed to mold back into his being. They all had questions as to ‘how’ he pulled it off, but probably best not to ask. I mean we’re not supposed to ever ask ‘Pinkie Pie’ how she does things, why should Cheese be any different? Urgh... I am never going to get that image out of my head! “When do I get my chocolate?” Violet asked. “First take off your coat, Violet,” Mr. Beauregarde responds. “Boy, what weird looking coat hangers,” Mike remarked. True to his word, the coat hangers were a rather odd sight. They resembled actual hands waiting to take their coats. Strangely enough, as the guests put their coats on the hangers, the hands clamp down ‘literally’ holding onto them, grasping them tightly. The people gasp in fright, jumping back. “Little surprises around every corner, but nothing dangerous,” Mr. Wonka assured. “Don’t be alarmed. And as soon as your outer vestments are in hand, we’ll begin.” Everyone stepped to the center, as one of the hands grabs Grandpa Joe’s hat off his hat, holding it tightly. Grandpa Joe stopped mid-stride, turning back toward the hangar holding his hat. But he shakes his head and continues. “Now, will the children kindly step up here?” Mr. Wonka instructs. The children approach Mr. Wonka, as he grabs ahold of a rope hanging from the ceiling and pulls. A large drape is pulled back revealing a rather large looking parchment with wording that appears to get smaller the farther it went until hardly anyone could read anything. “Um… Just how in pony feathers is any pony supposed to read that?” Rainbow asked, confused. “I’ve read my fair share of scrolls before,” Twilight said, squinting her eyes. “But never anything with writing this small.” “Floods, fire, frost, or frippery?” Mr. Salt mumbled, confused. “Accidents?” Mike asked. “What kind of accidents?” “I didn’t know we’d have to sign anything for this tour,” Mrs. Teevee stated. “I can’t see what it says on the bottom,” Violet said. “Join the club, we have jackets!” Spike joked. Twilight nudged the little dragon along the shoulder, shaking her head with a disapproving frown. Spike sheepishly chuckles, backing away from her gaze and quietly hopping onto her back. “Violet, you first,” Mr. Wonka instructed. “Sign here.” Violet approaches Mr. Wonka, taking one of the quills and prepared to sign her name. Just then, her father runs up to her. “Hold it! Lemme through here, you kids. Violet, baby, don’t you sign anything there. What’s this all about?” “Standard form of contract,” Mr. Wonka explained, casually. “Don’t talk to me about contracts, Wonka,” Mr. Beauregarde argued. “I use ‘em myself, they’re strictly for suckers.” “Yes, but you wouldn’t begrudge me a little protection. Not a drop.” “You know that’s actually a good point,” Twilight deduced. “Never a bad thing to wish to be protected, now is it darling?” Rarity added. “I don’t sign anything without my lawyer,” Mr. Beauregarde shook his head. “My Veruca don’t sign anything either,” Mr. Salt butted in. “Then she don’t go in,” Mr. Wonka responded. “I’m sorry, rules of the house.” “I want to go in and don’t you dare stop me!” Veruca glared, toward her father. “I’m only trying to help you sweetheart.” Veruca pushes her father away, snatching the quill from Violet’s hands. “Give me that pen! You’re always making things difficult!” Every pony was appalled by her actions toward her father, as well as the others. “My, such rude display,” Rarity huffed. “Especially to one’s own father!” “Boy ah tell yah, if my pa was still around, he’d whip me round the bend if’n I said anythin’ like that tah him,” Applejack remarked. Mr. Wonka, meanwhile, seemed quite entertained with the display. “Nicely handled, Veruca,” He complimented. “She’s a girl who knows where she’s going.” “It ain’t no place good,” Spike mumbled. Violet grabs another quill, proceeding to sign her name as well. “Wait a minute, what’s all that small print there at the bottom?” Mr. Beauregarde asked, pointing out. “Oh, if you have any problems, dial information, thank you for calling,” Mr. Wonka answered. “Mike? Augustus?” After Veruca and Violet place their quills back in the ink, Mike and Augustus grabs them and starts signing. “I assume there’s an accident indemnity clause,” Mrs. Teevee asked. “Never between friends,” Mr. Wonka replied. “Saw this in a movie once,” Mike said. “Guy signed his wife’s insurance policy. Then he bumped her off.” “Okay, that’s just wrong in every possible way,” Rainbow said. “What about me, Grandpa?” Charlie asked. “Sign away, Charlie,” Grandpa Joe answered. “We got nothing to lose.” “Just be careful, Charlie,” Twilight informed. “You never know what you could be getting yourself into,” Fluttershy added. “Sure he does,” Pinkie smiled, assuring. “It’s a lifetime supply of chocolate. I don’t know any pony who wouldn’t want to sign up for that.” “Let’s go in!” Veruca groans, impatiently. “Come on!” “Patience, patience, little dear,” Mr. Wonka said. “Everything has to be in order. Everyone’s signed? Yes. Good. On we go!” They follow Mr. Wonka down another tiny hallway, coming upon an ornate door with a combination lock. Mr. Wonka proceeds to turn the combination to open the lock. “Ninety-nine… Forty-Four… One hundred percent pure.” He pushes the door wide open to a room, its walls and floors having a striped pattern. “Just through the other door please,” He instructed. The entire group wanders into the room, only to discover there was no other door at all. The entire area is so small, they crapped up rather quickly everyone and every pony pressed against each other. “Uh, Wonka, there’s some mistake here…” Mr. Salt groaned. “There is no other door!” Fluttershy squeaked. “There’s no way out!” Veruca yelled. “Well I know there’s a door here someplace,” Mr. Wonka replied, looking around. “Oh no!” Rarity whined. “My mane will get crumpled, and my precious coat will be tattered!” “Honestly, Rarity!” Applejack groaned. “I don’t like this, Wonka!” Mr. Beauregarde complained. “I don’t like it at all!” “I haven’t felt this cramped since before I was hatched!” Spike wheezed. “Is this a trick or something, Wonka?” Mr. Salt asked, angrily. “Help!” Mr. Gloop cried. “Mr. Wonka, help! I’m getting squashed! Save me!” “Is it my soul that calls upon my name?” Mr. Wonka asked, slapping the walls. “Let me out or I’ll scream!” Veruca yelled. “PLEASE let her out!” The ponies shout, in unison. Amidst the mass of confusion, Rainbow Dash and Applejack were so cramped they were practically pressed against one another, their lips mere inches away. They tried desperately to push themselves as far from each other as possible, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. “Now look, here Wonka…” Mr. Salt began. “Excuse me, question time will come at the end of the session,” Mr. Wonka informed. “We must press on. Come along… Come along… Ah, here we are.” Everyone turns over to where the door was, only to see Mr. Wonka referring to the very same door they just entered. “Oh, don’t be a darn fool, Wonka!” Mr. Beauregarde said. “That’s the way we came in!” “It is?” Mr. Wonka asked. “Are you sure?” “We’ve just come through there,” Mr. Salt confirmed. “If all we’re going to do is exit from the same place we entered, what was the purpose of this?” Twilight questioned. “Huh. How do you like that?” Mr. Wonka leans against the door and it flew open, revealing a completely different area. Now they were staring at a long hallway with doors lining both sides all the way to the end. Everyone gasped, questioning how this was possible… If not ‘probable’. “There we are…” Mr. Wonka smiled. “I don’t understand!” Rarity spoke, confused. “That wasn’t there before.” “It defies all laws of nature!” Twilight added, befuddled. “What is this, Wonka?” Mr. Salt questioned. “Some kind of fun house?” “Why, having fun?” Mr. Wonka asked. Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich, despite being squished between the group, nodded enthusiastically. “Yes sir, Mr. Wonka sir!” Pinkie smiled. “I’ve had enough!” Mrs. Teevee declared. “I’m not going in there.” “Come on, Violet, we’re getting out of here,” Mr. Beauregarde concluded. “Oh, you can’t get out backwards,” Mr. Wonka informed them. “You’ve gotta go forwards to go back. Better press on.” Wonka walks down the hall, the rest of the group following close behind. As they walked, they noticed something very peculiar. Strolling down the hallway, the walls appeared to get shorter as it goes on. “Hey, the room is getting smaller!” Charlie exclaimed, shocked. “No, it’s not!” Mrs. Teevee responded. “He’s getting bigger.” “Boy ah tell you what, this has to be one ah the strangest things that ever happened to us!” Applejack declared, bewildered. “Where’s the chocolate?” Cheese asked. “I doubt if there is any,” Mr. Beauregarde answered. “I doubt if any of us will get out of here alive,” Mr. Salt added, nervously. “Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about,” Mr. Wonka said. “You’re not squeezing me through that tiny door,” Mrs. Gloop shook her head. “You’re off your bleeding nut, Wonka,” Mr. Salt added. “No one can get through there.” “My dear friends, you are now about to enter the nerve center of the entire Wonka Factory,” Mr. Wonka smiled brightly. “Inside this room, an important room I might add, all of my dreams become realities… And some of my realities become dreams.” “Mr. Wonka, why is the door so small?” Twilight asked. “Why to keep all the great big chocolately flavor inside, my dear,” Mr. Wonka answered. “Wait till you see my meadow. Every blade of that grass is so delectable.” “You can eat the grass?” Charlie asked. “Of course you can. And almost ‘everything’ you will see is eatable… Edible… I mean, you can eat almost everything.” “Let me in, I’m starving!” Augustus whines loudly. “Now, don’t get overexcited!” Mr. Wonka said, calmly. “Don’t lose your head, Augustus! We wouldn’t want anyone to lose that… Yet. Now, the combination… This is a musical lock.” He plays the opening to Mozart’s “Marriage of Figaro” on a tiny piano along the door. “Rachmaninoff,” Mrs. Teevee smiled. “Ladies and gentlemen… Boys and girls… Mares and stallions… The chocolate room.” Mr. Wonka pushed the door open slowly, revealing to be a bigger door as even the wall opened up. Everyone slowly walked inside, shocked by the display before their eyes. The room was absolutely gigantic in size, littered with an entire assortment of candy they could ever imagine. Among many things, there were lollipop trees, candy toadstools, and a gigantic chocolate river with a chocolate waterfall. Everyone looked on in astonishment and pure bliss seeing such an amazing sight. Sniffling is head, as Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich both wiped tears from their eyes, never seeing anything so beautiful in their entire lives. “T-There are no words,” Pinkie whimpered, happily. “N-No words!” “It’s like something a poet would make!” Cheese sighed. “It’s beautiful!” Twilight gasped. “Oh yes,” Mr. Wonka nodded, kneeling down. “It’s very beautiful.” Mr. Wonka placed an arm around both Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich, the two ponies smiling along with him. “Hold your breath… Make a wish… Count to three…” As Mr. Wonka led them all down the stairs, he swings his cane side to side, sometimes having the kids stop as it swung mere inches from them. He’d walk down the stairs, pause, then walk back up, then down, even walking while bending his knees. The group did their best to keep up, but Pinkie and Cheese were having fun. By the time they step off the last step, he bows to them all as if to say ‘enjoy’. Smiling, everyone ran off to enjoy the many wonders of the Chocolate Room. Everyone breathed in the wonders of the chocolate room, enjoying every piece of candy imaginable. Charlie and Grandpa Joe shared two very large candy canes, while Twilight and Spike were enjoying some chocolate pudding mud puddle using some of the flower buds for cups. At one point, Spike notices Mike trying to reach for some candy high along the branches, far from his reach. Wonka casually taps the branch allowing the candy to clutter on the path, so he could enjoy himself. “Heh, I thought you hated candy,” Spike replied, casually. “I said I hate ‘chocolate’,” Mike replied, between chews. “I never said I hate ‘candy’.” Meanwhile, as Violet chewed on a giant gummi bear brought down by Mr. Wonka, her father, Mr. Beauregarde, chewed on the longest liquorish rope he had ever seen. Veruca broke apart a candy pumpkin, sticking her hand inside and ate the gelatinous innards. Mrs. Teevee took a handful of the sugar on the candy toadstools, her face widening at the sweet taste as she scooped some more. As for Pinkie Pie, Cheese Sandwich, and Augustus Gloop, they ate just about everything that was in their path, even the grass which was actually sugar-coated. And all the while, Mr. Wonka danced merrily around, knocking aside the candy pumpkins out of his way. He stands before his guests, admiring the beauty and splendor of his own candy factory. Eventually Mr. Wonka takes a seat along the ground, taking a teacup shaped flower bud. The teacup itself was already filled with edible nectar, which he sips like tea. We can see in his eyes how much he loves this place, every square inch of this room of his making… His masterpiece… His very livelihood. As the song concludes, Mr. Willy Wonka takes a big gulp of what remained in his little cup. When it was all empty, he studies the cup… Then takes a big bite along the side of the cup, chewing the revealed to be chocolate cup. Hmm… *Takes a cup from his desk, studies it a bit, then takes a chomp on the side… Immediately regretting it* OH GOD!!! *He races towards another area; the sound of rushing water is heard as he appears to spit out the chunks of the cup into a sink. Another voice calls out.* Why would you take a bite out of a coffee cup? I DON’T KNOW!!!