Lead by Mr. Willy Wonka himself, the entire group enters a gigantic room completely filled to the brim with all sorts of machines, boiling pots, and assorted junk. Following a terrifying boat ride, many in the group, including the ponies, were so shaken up they couldn’t walk straight. Poor Spike kept throwing up in the bag he carried with him, seeing as how the speed and velocity proved too much for the baby dragon to stomach. Fluttershy kept her eyes shut, as tears rolled down her cheeks, despite her friends’ assurance it was over. Nevertheless, the group walks slowly and carefully through the Inventing Room, careful not to disturb the Oompa Loompas working there.
“Inventing Room?” Grandpa Joe questioned, looking around. “It looks more like a Turkish bath to me.”
Rarity cringed in disgust at all the junk strewn everywhere, practically walking on eggshells hoping to not ruin her coat or mane.
“If I may say Mr. Wonka,” Rarity spoke up. “Perhaps it might be quite beneficial to you if some of the Oompa Loompas were to clean this up a bit.”
“I agree with Rarity,” Charlie concurred. “Even if Slugworth did get in here, he couldn’t find anything.”
“You got a garbage strike going on here, Wonka?” Mr. Beauregarde asked.
“Who does your cleaning up?” Mrs. Teevee added.
In the meantime, Mr. Wonka strolls over to a small table off to the side, as the group follows him. He grabs ahold of several beakers and test tubes, as he proceeds to mix together a concoction of some sorts.
“Shouldn’t you be wearing rubber gloves?” Mr. Salt asked. “You’ll have the health inspectors after you, you know that, don’t you?”
Mr. Wonka simply ignores him, as he keeps mixing the concoction together with a stirring rod.
“Invention, my dear friends, is ninety-three percent perspiration, six percent electricity, four prevent evaporation, and two percent butterscotch ripple.”
Twilight Sparkle was especially confused by the math, as she leans toward Pinkie Pie.
“May I borrow something?” Twilight asked.
“Sure!” Pinkie answered, leaning forward.
Twilight took one hoof and reaches into Pinkie’s mane.
SNAP!
“Ow!”
Twilight’s hoof got caught in a random mouse trap, which she quickly shakes off. As her hoof throbs, she glares toward Pinkie who merely smiles with a squee. Rolling her eyes, Twilight puts her hoof back into Pinkie’s mane, but cautiously this time. After a while of digging around, she finally pulls out a calculator. She begins to punch in the numbers and shook her head.
“I’m sorry Mr. Wonka, but I don’t think that quite adds up,” Twilight concludes. “That’s a hundred-and-five percent.”
“I stand by my statistics dear,” Mr. Wonka responds.
He then lifts his new concoction to his lips and took a nice gulp.
“Any good?” Mr. Salt asked.
“Yes,” Mr. Wonka squeaked, in a very high voice.
https://m.He soon noticed Veruca waving her hand over a steaming kettle, trying to cool it down. As he walks over to her, he grabs a nearby alarm clock for some reason.
“Excuse me… Time is a precious thing; never waste it.”
He hurls the alarm clock into the kettle, into… Well, whatever was cooking inside of it. Veruca looks disgusted, while Rainbow Dash and Applejack simply looked confused.
“Wut in tarnation did he do that fur?” Applejack asked.
“Maybe just needed to give it a little more ‘time,” Rainbow joked.
“BOO!”
SPLAT!!! A tomato hurled right into Rainbow’s face, exploding on impact. Applejack couldn’t help but laugh, as Rainbow wipes the residue off her face and glares at the Earth pony.
“He’s absolutely bonkers,” Veruca said to Charlie.
“And that’s not bad,” Charlie said.
Mike grabs a nearby piece of candy sitting on the table and popped it into his mouth. Mr. Wonka proceeds over to a mixing device combined with an old bicycle. He sits on the machine and starts peddling, which made the mixer go while singing a rather catchy tune.
Wonka (Sings):
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
Birds sing, Hey ding
A-Ding, A-Ding
Sweet lovers love the spring—
As he sang, Cheese Sandwich and Pinkie Pie couldn’t help but bop their heads to the catchy tune. After a moment, Cheese paused as he turns to Pinkie admiring how beautiful she looked, especially when her poofy mane swayed back and forth. Perhaps now was the moment to finally confess his true feelings. Feeling brave, Cheese takes a deep breath, straights the collar of his shirt, and strolls over to her.
“Uh… Pinkie?” Cheese spoke, tapping her shoulder.
“Yes, Cheesy?” Pinkie turned, smiling.
“Uh—Well, uh—Is it—Is it okay if we talk alone for a minute?” Cheese stuttered, nervously.
Pinkie nodded quickly, as the two walked away from the group. Taking another deep breath, trying to calm the redness burning his face, he looks Pinkie dead straight in the eyes.
“Pinkie Pie, you and I have had some really fun adventures together. You’ve been my bestest friend in the whole wide world of Equestria.”
Now it was Pinkie’s turn to blush bright red, hearing all the kind words Cheese was saying.
“Well of course we have silly,” Pinkie smiled. “I wouldn’t change our friendship for all the candy in this factory.”
Cheese Sandwich then reach his hooves out to grasp Pinkie’s. The party pony look down at their conjoint hooves in shock and joy, as she looks toward Cheese.
“Pinkie… I’ve been thinking, maybe… It would be really great if we—”
BOOM!
Before he could finish, an explosion alerted the two to Mike Teevee stumbling backwards into a rack of pots and pans, collapsing to the ground.
“Mike!” Mrs. Teevee screamed.
Pinkie immediately let go of Cheese’s hooves and rushed over to check on the boy. Cheese just sighed, shaking his head with the moment ruined… Again.
Mr. Wonka, on the other hand, shook his head mostly because a certain little boy didn’t listen to his warning about ‘not touching anything’.
“I told you not to, silly boy,” He groaned.
“Your teeth!” Mrs. Teevee cried.
While clutching his jaw, Mike blew a puff of smoke directly into his mother’s face. Mrs. Teevee coughed as the smoke entered her lungs.
“Boy, that’s great stuff,” Mike sighed.
“That’s exploding candy for your enemies,” Mr. Wonka explained. “Great idea, isn’t it? Not ready yet, though, still too weak. Needs more gelignite.”
“Can’t say he didn’t have that one coming,” Spike muttered.
Mr. Wonka hops off the bike mixer and walks toward another vat filled with some kind of liquid. He dips his finger into the liquid, having a little taste. He then rummaged through a pile of clothes, before pulling out two sneakers which he hurls into the mixture. The whole group looked disgusted.
“Mr. Wonka, what exactly is that supposed to be for?” Fluttershy finally asked.
“Gives it a little kick,” Mr. Wonka answered.
Pinkie and Cheese couldn’t help but chuckle at his choice of words. Mr. Salt looked at one machine that had the words “Butterscotch” and “Butter Gin” written on it, as he walks over to Mr. Wonka.
“Wonka? Butterscotch… Butter Gin… You’ve got something going on inside of here?”
“Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker,” Mr. Wonka chuckled in his ear.
“Hey, Mr. Wonka!” Spike called out, pointing at a candy. “What’s this?”
“Oh, let me show you,” Mr. Wonka smiled.
Mr. Wonka approaches a nearby table and picks up another piece of candy. This particular piece looked like a normal round piece of toffee, only this one seem to have some shavings that looked like hair.
“This is Hair Toffee,” Mr. Wonka explains. “You suck down one of these and in exactly half an hour a brand-new crop of hair will grow out over the top of your little noggin… And a mustache… And a beard!”
“Who wants a beard?” Rainbow asked.
“Well… Beatniks, for one. Folk singers and motorbike riders. You know, all those hip, jazzy, super-cool, neat, keen, and groovy cats. It’s in the fridge, daddy-o. Are you hep to the jive? Can you dig what I’m laying down? I knew you could; slide me some skin, soul brother.”
Wonka leans out one hand waiting for someone to slap it. At first, nothing happened as everyone awkwardly shared glances toward the man. Not wanting to spoil the moment, Pinkie Pie shrugs and gives a ‘slap’ with her hoof.
“Hey!” Wonka chuckled, composing himself. “Unfortunately, the mixture isn’t right yet. Because an Oompa Loompa tried some yesterday, and, well, he—”
Coincidentally, Mr. Wonka turns as an Oompa Loompa approaches the group. But unlike his colleagues, he was completely covered in shaggy brown locks that completely covered its wee body from head-to-toe like a very familiar character. Everyone looked wide eyed at the crazy effects of the toffee, while Pinkie seemed to study this Oompa Loompa closely, scratching her chin.
“How are you today?” Wonka asked.
The only response the Oompa Loompa gave are two thumbs up, his little hands ‘barely’ visible beneath all that hair.
“You look great!”
Eventually the Oompa Loompa lowers his hands and leaves to return to his post. Mr. Wonka then approaches another vat of liquid, once again dipping his finger into it.
“AAH!”
Every pony jumped at his loud yelp, as he quickly pulled his finger from the vat.
“What’s the matter?” Violet asked. “Too hot, Mr. Wonka?”
“Too cold. Far too cold.”
Mr. Wonka grabs a coat from another pile and proceeds to mix it into the mixture with a large wooden ladle.
“That’s gourmet cooking for you,” Mr. Salt said, sarcastically.
“Gourmet is one word,” Rarity whispered to Twilight. “Another is completely horrendous.”
Meanwhile, Mr. Beauregarde attempts to sneak a peek at a large machine completely covered in multicolor tarps. A loud alert sound nearly gave the man a heart attack, as the rest of the group turned in shock.
“No, don’t!” Mr. Wonka exclaimed, loudly. “Please… Forgive me, but no one must look under there. This is the most secret machine in my entire factory. This is the one that’s really going to sizzle old Slugworth.”
“What’s it do?” Charlie asked.
“Would you like to see?” Mr. Wonka grinned.
Everyone in the group nodded excitedly, as Mr. Wonka pushes the button on the machine. The machine goes through a lengthy process of sputtering and making funny noises. Until eventually, the machine starts producing a line of colorful candy pieces.
“That’s something,” Twilight spoke. “But what exactly does it do?”
“Can’t you see?” Mr. Wonka responds. “It makes Everlasting Gobstoppers.”
“Did you say, ‘Everlasting Gobstoppers’?” Violet asks, shocked.
“That’s right. They’re for children with very little pocket money. You can suck ‘em forever. Isn’t that neat?”
“So… It’s like gum?” Spike asked.
“Oh no, gum is for ‘chewing’. If you tried chewing one of these Gobstoppers… Why, you’d break all your little teeth off! But they sure do taste terrific.”
“I want an Everlasting Gobstopper!” Veruca said, excitedly.
“Me too!” Violet agreed.
“And me!” Mike added.
“Fantastic invention,” Mr. Wonka marveled. “Revolutionize the industry. You can suck ‘em and suck ‘em and suck ‘em, and they’ll never get any smaller. Never… At least, I don’t think they do. A few more tests.”
Pinkie’s eyes burst with excitement and wonder, over the idea of such a treat. A candy for children with very little allowance, one they can suck on forever and never losing its size nor its flavor. Such a treat would most certainly put Sugar Cube Corner back in business. Pinkie smiled at the prospect, imagining the proud look on the Cakes’ faces.
“How do you make ‘em?” Mike asked.
“I’m a trifle deaf in this ear,” Mr. Wonka said, gesturing to the right. “Speak a little louder next time. Who wants an Everlasting Gobstopper?”
All the children respond with “Me” or “I do”, reaching out to have a piece. Mr. Wonka, however, looked hesitant at first, just as it seemed he’d hand over the treats.
“I can only give them to you if you solemnly swear to keep them for yourselves and never show them to another living soul as long as you all shall live. Agreed?”
While listening, Applejack noticed that Veruca had crossed her fingers behind her back. The cow pony flared and growled at the girl.
“Why that no good, lyin’, low down, little parasprite.”
“Agreed!” All the children said.
“Good,” Mr. Wonka nodded, handing them out. “One for you, and one for you, and one for you.”
Twilight noticed every kid, except for Charlie, received their own Gobstopper.
“Excuse me, Mr. Wonka,” Twilight spoke up. “But what about Charlie?”
Mr. Wonka smiled, as if he noticed he indeed forget about Charlie and handed one to the boy.
“And one for Charlie.”
Charlie turns around, smiling at Twilight appreciatively.
“Thanks Twilight!”
“Hey, she’s got two!” Veruca complained, confronting Violet. “I want another one!”
“Stop squawking, you twit!” Violet spat.
Rainbow flew in between the two, pushing them apart before a fight could emerge.
“Would you two zip it already?!”
“Everybody has had one, and one is enough for anybody,” Mr. Wonka added, before turning to Pinkie. “Speaking of one…”
Mr. Wonka then flicks one more Gobstopper with his thumb, as it hurtles straight toward Pinkie Pie. She catches it with her hooves, eyeing at the piece wide eyed before turning to Mr. Wonka.
“Really?!” Pinkie asked, excitedly.
“Oh sure!” Mr. Wonka smiled. “You’re one of the most enthusiastic candy fans I’ve ever met. A little token of appreciation.”
“… I promise to cherish this candy forever!”
“I’m sure you will,” Mr. Wonka nodded. “Now come along. Now over here, if you’ll follow me, I have something rather special to show you.”
As he lead the group to the side, Pinkie eyes at the one piece of the Everlasting Gobstopper that Wonka willingly gave to her. Tears streamed down her face, only this time they were happy tears. For in her hooves, this piece of candy could not only keep the Cakes’ bakery in business, but it would allow her to keep her place in Ponyville. Determined to keep this candy safe, she sticks the piece through her mane to save it for the return trip home. Eventually, she catches up with the others as Wonka presents a gigantic machine with many pulleys, gears, buttons, and other mechanical amenities.
“Well, it’s special, all right,” Mr. Salt smirked. “I only hope my Veruca doesn’t want one.”
“Knowin’ her, it’s only ah matter ah time,” Applejack muttered.
“What a contraption!” Twilight said, amazed.
“Isn’t she scrumptious?” Wonka asked, marveling. “She’s my revolutionary, non-pollutionary mechanical wonder. Now: Button, button, who’s got the button?”
“It’s over there,” Charlie points out.
Mr. Wonka walks over to Charlie, noticing the large red button the boy stood next to.
“Here?”
“Yeah!”
Just as Mr. Wonka was about to press the button, he paused. He slowly looks over to Pinkie Pie with a bright smile.
“Pinkie my dear, would you care to do the honors?”
Pinkie smiled so huge, she bounced up-and-down excitedly like a rubber ball.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”
She bounced over to the machine, pushed the big button, and the machine sprang to life. It rattled, shook, sputtered, and cracked. Boxing gloves pounding on the powder, drips of honey from a beehive flowing on the pieces, and tomatoes crushed into tiny pieces. Celestia only knows what this machine was making.
“What you are witnessing, dear friends, is the most enormous miracle of the machine age,” Mr. Wonka states, proudly. “The creation of a confectionary giant!”
After another few minutes, the machine spits out a tiny little cube wrapped in gold paper.
“Finito!”
“That’s all?” Veruca asked.
“That’s all?!?” Mr. Wonka said, surprised. “Don’t you know what this is?”
“By gum, it’s gum!” Violet answered.
“Wrong! It’s a stick of the most amazing, fabulous, sensational gum in the whole world… No, the whole universe!”
“What’s so fab about it?”
“Because this little piece of gum is a three-course dinner all by itself!”
“Why would any pony want that?” Rarity asked.
“Very simple dear,” Mr. Wonka replied. “Picture this: The end of all kitchens and cooking. Just a little strip of this chewing gum and that is all you will ever need at breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“It sounds great!” Grandpa Joe said.
“It sounds weird!” Veruca responds, bluntly.
“Bull,” Mr. Salt scoffed.
“No, roast beef,” Mr. Wonka corrected. “But I haven’t got it quite right yet.”
“I don’t care,” Violet replied, snatching the gum.
Violet proceeds to unwrap the piece, while placing her old piece of gum behind her ear. Mr. Wonka points at her, his eyes widen.
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” He warned. “I really wouldn’t.”
“So long as it’s gum, then that’s for me,” Violet replied.
“Um Violet, I think you might want to listen to Mr. Wonka,” Fluttershiy whispered. “I mean if that’s alright with you.”
“Listen Posey,” Violet confronts Fluttershy. “I’m the world-record holder in chewing gum; I’m not afraid of anything.”
“Violet, now don’t you do anything stupid,” Mr. Beauregarde told his daughter.
Violet groans, rolling her eyes as she walks away from the group and pops the piece of gum into her mouth.
“What’s it taste like?” Charlie asked.
“Madness!” Violet exclaimed, amazed. “It’s tomato soup! It’s hot and creamy, I can actually feel it running down my throat. It’s delicious!”
Mr. Wonka just leaned back, resting on his elbow.
“Stop, don’t…” Mr. Wonka said, in a bored tone.
The ponies all turn to Wonka with raised eyebrows, wondering why it seems he didn’t care all that much. Why just a moment ago, he warns her not to chew the gum and next thing you know… Split personality central.
“Why doesn’t she listen to Mr. Wonka?” Charlie asked Grandpa Joe.
“Fur one specific reason Charlie and one alone,” Applejack sighed.
“She’s a nitwit!” Grandpa Joe concludes.
In the meantime, Violet kept rambling over how great the gum is.
“And every chew gets better and better! Mmm… This sure is great soup! Hey, second course is coming up! Roast beef and a baked potato. Mmm!”
“With sour cream?” Mr. Beauregarde chuckles. “Keep chewing kiddo. My little girl is going to be the first person to have a chewing gum meal. What’s for dessert, baby?”
“Dessert? Here it comes. Blueberry pie and ice cream! It’s the most marvelous blueberry pie that I’ve ever tasted!”
As she spoke, everyone in the group gasped in unison. For soon they noticed her face begin to shift colors to a dark, bluish shade.
“Look at her face!” Spike exclaimed, pointing his claw.
“Holy Toledo, what’s happening to your face?” Mr. Beauregarde asked.
“Cool it, Dad!” Violet yelled. “Lemme finish.”
“But your face is turning blue!” Cheese shouts.
“It’s actually more of a dark purple,” Rarity spoke.
“Not helpin’!” Applejack muttered.
“Violet, your turning violet, Violet!” Mr. Beauregarde shouts.
“What are you talking about?” Violet asked, oblivious.
“Mr. Wonka, what’s happening to her?” Twilight asked.
“Well, I told you I hadn’t got it quite right yet,” Mr. Wonka spoke up.
“You can say that again!” Mr. Beauregarde freaked out. “Look what it’s done to my kid!”
“It always goes wrong when we come to the dessert… Always.”
Just then, Mr. Beauregarde turns back and notices the effects were getting stranger. Not only was Violet turning entirely blue on every corner of her body, but now her entire body was slowly swelling up. Like a balloon pumped with helium, her body expands so wide the red belt holding her clothes together ripped off.
“Violet, what are you doing now?!?” Mr. Beauregarde shouts. “You’re blowing up!”
“I feel funny,” Violet said.
“I’m not surprised,” Grandpa Joe commented.
“What’s happening?!”
“She’s blowing up like a party balloon!” Pinkie shouts.
“Like a blueberry,” Wonka corrected.
“Somebody do something!” Mr. Beauregarde shouts, desperately. “Call a doctor!”
“I can stick her with one of my claws,” Spike offered.
“No Spike, she’ll pop!” Charlie spoke.
“It happens every time!” Mr. Wonka spoke. “I’ve tried it on like 20 Oompa Loompas and each one ended up as a blueberry. It’s just the darndest thing, you know?”
“TWENTY Oompa Loompas?!” Twilight asked, incredulous.
“Twenty Oompa Loompas… And now one girl.”
“You’ve really done it this time, haven’t you, Wonka!” Mr. Beauregarde growled. “How’s my little girl supposed to compete now?!”
“I reckon you could put ‘er in the county fair,” Rainbow mimicked Applejack, turning to her. “Ain’t that right, A.J.?”
“Yer mockin’ me, aren’t ya?” Applejack frowned, raising an eyebrow.
“Maaaaaaybe…”
“Ooh… You wise-cracking mini-horse!” Mr. Beauregarde spoke, angrily. “I oughtta…”
“You oughtta what?!” Rainbow asked, getting in his face.
“… I... Oughtta back away,” Mr. Beauregarde finished, stepping back.
“Oh well,” Mr. Wonka shrugs. “I’ll get it right in the end.”
“Help! Help!”
Mr. Beauregarde turns back to his daughter, who’s entire body was growing so wide and so round she couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t lower her arms, she couldn’t walk, she couldn’t move an inch. The bigger she grew, the harder it became for her to talk as even her cheekbones grew huge. It was miracle that her clothes were able to hold up, or…
Don’t you dare!
*Pause* Killjoy.
In the meantime, Mr. Wonka pulls out his pipe whistle and blows a tune as all the group could do is watch helplessly as Violet swelled up like she was having an allergy.
“We’ve got to let the air out of her, quick!” Mr. Beauregarde shouts.
“No… You think?!” Twilight asked, frantically.
“There’s no air in there,” Mr. Wonka assured.
“Helium?” Pinkie guessed.
“That’s juice.”
“Juice?!?” Every pony shouted., in unison.
In the nick of time, a nearby Oompa Loompa approaches Mr. Wonka.
“Would you roll the young lady along to the juicing room at once, please?” Mr. Wonka asked.
The Oompa Loompa nods silently as he and several Oompa Loompas surround the helpless little girl.
“The Juicing Room?!” Mr. Beauregarde spoke, wide-eyed. “What are they gonna do to her there?”
“They’re gonna squeeze her, like a pimple,” Mr. Wonka explained. “We have to squeeze all that juice out of her immediately or else.”
“Or else… What?” Fluttershy asked, nervously.
“She explodes.”
“Explodes?!?” Beauregarde shouts.
“You mean this has happened before?!” Rarity whined. “All that juice, splattered everywhere, so sticky, so moist, I can’t even…”
“Calm yourself, dear,” Wonka spoke, calmly. “It’s a fairly simple operation… Mostly.”
The group watch as the Oompa Loompas circle all around Violet Beauregarde, who by now resembles a human blueberry. She tried to walk away, but she can barely wobble only a few inches before the Oompa Loompas start to roll her onto her back much to her chagrin. As if it wasn’t enough, they started to sing an eerily familiar tune.
https://m.
After rolling poor Violet Beauregarde around the room, a few Oompa Loompas open the doors while the rest roll Mrs. Beauregarde out of the Invention Room toward the Juicing Room… Taking their sweet little time. One Oompa Loompa took Mr. Beauregarde by the hand, dragging him along so he can be with his daughter. But needless to say, he turned back to Mr. Wonka with a very cross look.
“I’ll get even with you for this, Wonka, if it’s the last thing I ever do!” Mr. Beauregarde threatens, whimpering. “I’ve got a blueberry for a daughter…”
It wasn’t long before The Oompa Loompa lead Mr. Beauregarde out of the room, and this would be the last time the group saw him again. Needless to say, Mr. Wonka wasn’t the least bit phased by the man’s threat, merely looking ahead with a blank expression.
“Where is fancy bred?” Mr. Wonka asked. “In the heart, or in the head?”
“Mr. Wonka, that’s twice now that two of your guests got themselves hurt!” Twilight points out. “I know they were a bit bratty, but aren’t you worried about the safety hazards…”
“She’ll be fine, Twilight,” Mr. Wonka states. “I promise… Shall we roll on?”
An Oompa Loompa hands Mr. Wonka his cane, which he graciously accepts.
“Thank you.”
Willy Wonka moves ahead while the rest follows him. But they didn’t get very far when Wonka quickly turns back toward the group.
“Well, well, well… Two naughty, nasty little children gone. Three good, sweet little children left. Hurry, please, long way to go yet!”
Mr. Wonka walks ahead as the rest cautiously follow. The ones who didn’t leave yet were the ponies, who seemed a bit stunned by Mr. Wonka’s unusual behavior especially when it seemed he showed no care for the children.
“Yeah… That’s not creepy at all,” Spike replied.
“We best stay close every pony,” Twilight advised. “We should try to finish with the tour before we get into any more trouble.”
“Please don’t jinx it, Twi,” Applejack muttered.
Needless to say, the ponies and Spike eventually hurry to catch up with the other guests. Cheese Sandwich, the last to leave, paused for a moment considering how close he was to confessing his feelings to Pinkie Pie only to get interrupted. He takes a deep breath, nodding his head and accepting this wasn’t the right time… Yet.
“Next time…” Cheese Sandwich told himself. “Next time!”
With that in his mind, Cheese Sandwich finally makes his way out of the Inventing Room as the tour through Wonka’s Chocolate factory continues