//------------------------------// // The Golden Egg Room // Story: Cinematic Adventures: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory // by extremeenigma02 //------------------------------// Sometime later, the Mane Six, Spike, and Cheese Sandwich followed behind Grandpa Joe and Charlie Bucket trying to catch up with the rest of the tour group, who had since gone on ahead. Following a near death experience, with the Fizzy Lifting Drink and almost getting chopped up by a giant fan, needless to say they were still pretty shaken up. Rarity’s cheeks remained a bright tomato-red, especially since she had to burp to get back to the ground. Those who know Rarity are aware she strives to be ladylike and pristine, to do something so vulgar like giving a loud belch just to save her life made her feel dreadful. Twilight had since walked beside her fashionista friend, knowing how quiet she has been since then. “Rarity, I promise you it’s no big deal,” Twilight assured. Rarity just hid her face in her mane, to embarrassed to even look her friend in the eye. Clearly she did not want to discuss this topic any further, just by her body language. Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, trotted alongside the two hoping to console her friend. “Come on, Rares, so what if you did this just one time?” Rainbow Dash asked. “So what if you had to belch to save your own flank? That does not make you less a lady than you were when you woke up. At least you’re alive.” “Can’t you see I do not wish to discuss this any further, girls?” Rarity whispered. “I’d like to just continue with the rest of the tour and try to forget.” “Rarity, I think you’re really…” Rainbow began. “Rainbow, please!” Rarity almost sobbed. “Just… Stop!” Hearing the distress in her friend’s voice, Rainbow sighed in defeat and trots back to the rest of the group. They all looked toward their friend, just as concerned as Rainbow. “She’s taking this really hard, isn’t she?” Fluttershy asked. “I don’t get her sometimes,” Rainbow shook her head. “It’s just a belch; every pony does it from time to time.” “I think it’s more than just that, Rainbow. Rarity spent her entire life building a reputation for herself, to be the classy lady she always wanted to be. Up till today, she has never had to do something as vulgar as she did back there. Not even if it meant saving her own life.” “I get what you’re saying, Flutters,” Rainbow assured. “But I still think she’s taking things a bit too seriously.” “Well normally ah’d agree with yah on that, Rainbow,” Applejack spoke up. “But the truth is: Perhaps we oughtta take Fluttershy on her word.” “Aw, come on! Not you too!” “Every pony, calm down,” Spike speaks up, hopping on Applejack’s back. “We should just give Rarity some time to get over it. The least we can do is ‘try’ to cheer her up.” Just then, Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich zoomed up alongside their three friends. “Did somepony say, ‘Cheer up’?” Pinkie asked, excitedly. “’Cause if there’s any pony, well any ‘ponies’, who know how to cheer up their friends look no further than Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich!” Cheese professed. The two party-ponies produced custard pies, hurling them in each other’s faces. They soon pull out giant beach balls (Do not ask), bouncing up and down while sitting on them, until they bounced right into each other. But instead of laughing, however, the others trotted ahead to join the others. Pinkie and Cheese stopped bouncing as they watched, their beach balls deflating as the custard slipped off their faces. “Aw, not even a chuckle,” Pinkie sighed. “This is serious.” Pinkie felt something pat her back, turning to Cheese Sandwich, who gives a reassuring smile. “Chin up, Pinkster. We’ll find a way to get your friends smiling again.” Nodding in content, Pinkie Pie trots along with Cheese as they followed the rest of the group. Eventually, they stumble upon a large egg-shaped archway which lead straight to another room. As it appears, Mr. Willy Wonka and the remaining guests were standing in that room, staring in awe. “I know what you’re thinking: They can’t be doing what they’re doing,” Mr. Wonka explained. “But they are, they have to. I haven’t met the Oompa Loompa yet who could do it.” Suspended in giant nests sat the largest geese any pony had ever seen. So large in fact, they nearly topple over even the tallest human being on record. They were all laying what appears to be giant golden eggs, which the Oompa Loompas shined and packaged. “These are the geese that lay the golden eggs,” Mr. Wonka continues. “As you can see, they are larger than ordinary geese. As a matter of fact, they are quadruple size geese which produce octuple size eggs. They’re laying overtime right now for Easter.” “But Easter’s over!” Mike said, loudly. Quickly, Mr. Wonka covers the boy’s mouth. “Shh… They don’t know that. I’m trying to get ahead for next year.” Twilight, along with Spike and the rest of the ponies, stare at the large birds in complete shock and awe. But none more surprised than Fluttershy. Back at her cottage in Equestria, she took care of many geese in her lifetime but they all pale in comparison to these. It made her slightly nervous, seeing how they dwarfed her with their amazing stature. “Oh… My…” Fluttershy gasped. “Amazing, isn’t it?” Twilight added. “How the hay did they grow so huge?” Applejack asked. “What happens if they drop one of those eggs, Mr. Wonka?” Spike asked. “An omelet fit for a king, my little friend,” Wonka answered. “Are they chocolate eggs?” Veruca asked. “Golden chocolate eggs. That’s a great delicacy. But I wouldn’t get too close. The geese are very temperamental. That’s why we have the Eggdicator.” Every pony paused, turning to the man in confusion. “Eggdi-what?” Rainbow asked. “The Eggdicator,” Mr. Wonka replied. As he explains, a golden egg falls from the nest of one of the giant geese. The egg lands safely on a giant cushioned surface, a loud ‘Ding’ is heard, and an Oompa Loompa grabs the egg and places it in a cart before rolling it away. “The Eggdicator can tell the difference between a good egg and a bad egg. If it’s a good egg, it’s shined up and shipped out all over the world.” “And… What happens if it’s a bad egg?” Cheese asked. Mr. Wonka turns to the party pony, giving a quick thumbs down before responding. “Down the chute.” Another egg drops from a nest, landing on the Eggdicator. This time, the machine gave off a ‘Honk’ and the hatch opens, causing the egg to drop down a large chute. “It’s an educated Eggdicator,” Grandpa Joe whispered, to Charlie. “It’s a lot of nonsense,” Mr. Salt chuckled, to himself. “A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men,” Mr. Wonka whispered, in a sing-song voice. Letting her curiosity get the best of her, Fluttershy lightly flaps her wings and flew up toward one of the large geese. Mr. Wonka grew concerned when he noticed this. “Oh my dear, I wouldn’t do that,” Mr. Wonka warned. “Remember the geese have quite the temper.” “Fluttershy, come back down here!” Twilight called out. But Fluttershy just flew toward one of the geese. Once it saw her, it flapped it’s wings and starts honking loudly. Fluttershy just held up her hooves defensively. “Shh… It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” The goose starts to calm down, slowing its wings. Fluttershy decides to go closer toward the goose, lightly stroking its beak. “There, there,” Fluttershy cooed softly. “You can trust me; I’m a friend.” The goose gave a light honk, then rubs its head on Fluttershy’s muzzle. Fluttershy giggles, as the goose wraps its wings around her and pulls her into a big hug. Mr. Wonka and the rest of the group watch with wide eyes, their mouths agape. After a moment, Fluttershy flew back to the rest of the group as Mr. Wonka knelt down to her level. “How did you do that?” Mr. Wonka asked, amazed. “I really love animals, Mr. Wonka,” Fluttershy smiled. “Back home, all I’d ever want is to befriend them. I think once they realize that it makes it easy to trust them.” Mr. Wonka watched as the little yellow Pegasus walks back toward her friends, a small smile forms on his face. “Hey, daddy!” Veruca called out. “I want a golden goose.” The ponies, Spike, even Charlie and Grandpa Joe groan after hearing her say that. “Here we go again,” Charlie sighed. “What is that now like the twelfth time she said, ‘I want this’ since this tour started?” Rainbow shook her head. “Thirteen, by mah count,” Applejack glared. “Listen Veruca, was it?” Rarity stepped up. “Don’t you already have many marvelous pets at home?” “All I’ve got at home is one pony and two dogs and four cats and six bunny rabbits,” Veruca listed. “And two parakeets and three canaries and a green parrot and a turtle AND a silly old hamster. I want a goose!” “Goodness!” Rarity stepped back. “All right, sweetheart, all right,” Mr. Salt smiled, stepping in. “Daddy’ll get you a golden goose as soon as we get home.” “No, I don’t want any old goose!” Veruca whined, pointing. “I want one of those!” “Very well.” Mr. Salt proceeds to pull out his checkbook, turning to Mr. Wonka. “Mr. Wonka, how much do you want for the golden goose?” “They’re not for sale,” Mr. Wonka shook his head. “Name your price.” “She can’t have one.” Veruca immediately spun on her heels, shocked to hear someone dare say what she can’t have. “Who says I can’t?” She asked. “The man with the funny hat,” Mr. Salt responded. “I want one! I want a golden goose!” (Skip to 0:21) Having officially gone on a full-blown tantrum, not getting what she wanted for the first time, Veruca Salt went completely beserk. She starts tearing apart the golden egg room, hurling wrapping sheets, swinging at baskets, kicking boxes, knocking towers down, just ‘anything’ she could do to trash the place. Having seen enough, the ponies sprang into action, attempting to help the poor Oompa Loompas keep the place from falling apart. “Hang on, I got it!” Rainbow yelled, holding the box tower. Applejack lassoed a large cart of golden eggs, which rolled towards some equipment. Twilight and Rarity used her magic to help restack the boxes, Pinkie and Cheese cleaned up the mess, and Fluttershy tried to keep the geese calm. Meanwhile, Veruca’s temper kept up as she continues wrecking the joint. Unbeknownst to Veruca, she inadvertently stepped onto the Eggdicator, deemed a bad egg, and fell down the chute after a loud ‘Honk’! The last bit of her song echoes, as she falls until her voice fades into non-existence. Everyone looked on with wide eyes. “She was a bad egg,” Mr. Wonka sighed. “Ah think we all knew that!” Applejack nodded. “Um… Where’s she gone?” Mr. Salt asked. “Where all the other bad eggs go: Down the garbage chute,” Mr. Wonka answered. “The garbage chute,” Mr. Salt laughed, nervously. “Where does it lead to?” “To the furnace.” “THE FURNACE?!” The ponies exclaimed. “The furnace?!” Spike shouted, wide-eyed. Mr. Salt, especially, laughed nervously again… Almost insanely. “To the furnace… She’ll be sizzled like a sausage.” “Well, at least better than being torn apart by an army of squirrels in the nut room,” Pinkie replied, nervously. Mr. Wonka and Mr. Salt turned toward Pinkie Pie. While Mr. Wonka looked surprised, Mr. Salt merely twitched as if he were about to snap at any time. “I never said there was a Nut Room in this factory,” Mr. Wonka points out. Pinkie Pie, seeing the look on Wonka’s face, looked side-to-side trying to think of a response. “Uh… Pinkie sense?” Pinkie smiled nervously. Slowly, Mr. Salt approached the pinky party pony until he towered over her, as Pinkie looked up. “My daughter is about to be fried to a crisp amongst a pile of spoiled eggs,” Mr. Salt spoke, through his teeth. “And you pick now of all times to make jokes?!” “Well not necessarily,” Mr. Wonka steps in, shaking his head. “She could be stuck just inside the tube.” “Inside the…? Hold on! Veruca, sweetheart, Daddy’s coming!” Mr. Salt rushed toward the chute, jumped through the Eggdicator as it “HONKED” for the second time, signaling a bad egg. Mr. Wonka merely shook his head, disappointingly. “There’s gonna be a lot of garbage today,” He sighed. “Finally!” Rainbow said, thankfully. “I thought we’d never hear the end of that spoiled brat.” “Rainbow Dash!” Rarity gasped, loudly. “Oh, come on! She’s had this coming all day!” “Regardless, even a family as spoiled and rotten as them don’t deserve this! Hurdling down a massive garbage pile, burned in a scolding furnace… It’s just not right!” “Well, Mr. Salt finally got what he wanted,” Grandpa Joe smiled. “What’s that?” Spike asked. “Veruca went first.” “Mr. Wonka, they won’t really be burned in the furnace, will they?” Charlie asked. “Hmmm… Well, I think that furnace is lit only every other day,” Mr. Wonka thought. “So, they have a good sporting chance, haven’t they?” Applejack faced the Eggdicator for a moment, shaking her head and dawned a fierce look of determination. “Well ah fur one ain’t gonna let ‘em burn to a crisp,” Applejack declared, adjusting her hat. “Ah’m goin in after ‘em!” As Applejack approached, Rainbow flew up and placed a hoof on her shoulder. “A.J., are you serious? You go down there; you could get seriously hurt!” “Wut other choice do we have? Ah as heck can’t stand to let ‘em fry.” Rainbow thought for a moment, while it was tempting to let the Salts get what’s coming, she couldn’t help but agree with Applejack. Even though Veruca is a spoiled brat and her father is probably a terrible parent for letting her get her way all the time, even Rarity was right: They don’t deserve this. “Well then, I’ll just have to go with you,” Rainbow declared. “Thank you,” Applejack nods. “Twilight, grab my rope!” Pulling out her lasso, Applejack hurls one end towards Twilight Sparkle, which she grabs with her aura. Tying the rope around their waists, the Earth Pony and her Pegasus friend ready themselves and leap down the chute after the salts. As they plummet down the pipes, the Oompa Loompas look after them and start singing. <> Meanwhile, screaming their heads off, Applejack and Rainbow slid down the garbage chute at an accelerated rate. Turned out, it wasn’t a straight plunge as the pipe twisted and turned, throwing them head over heels like it was the wildest ride of their lives. Eventually, they emerge from the end of the pipe and land directly toward a pile of garbage inside the furnace. The two ponies dug their way out, brushing off piles of broken eggshells and gosh knows what else was in here. Smears of old chocolate covered them, as they looked around, finding it hard to find where the Salts went, much less if they could move. “I don’t know about you, A.J.,” Rainbow said, spitting out shell bits. “But I’m really starting to ‘hate’ that song!” “Let’s just try an’ focus, Rainbow,” Applejack advised, looking around. “Mr. Salt!” “Veruca!” Rainbow yelled, her voice echoing. “Ya’ll down here?!” “Here!” A male voice called. “Over here!” The girls turned around and saw Mr. Salt and Veruca, the man waving his hands as they were stuck under a pile of garbage a few inches away. The girls trudge through the debris of garbage, some still pouring from the other chutes. Just then, Rainbow started to sweat as she wiped her brow with her wing. “Phew! Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” Applejack looks around noticing the room was getting warmer, the walls around them started to glow a bright red. Her eyes widen, as she realized what this meant. “Oh no!” Applejack gulped. “They turned on the furnace!” “We gotta get ‘em outta here, now!” Rainbow shouted. The girls ran quickly toward the two, as they start digging them out of the garbage. Finally, they managed to remove just enough trash to get the family out, though Rainbow had a difficult time pulling the bigger Salt out. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Mr. Salt sighed in relief. “Don’t thank us yet old man,” Rainbow mutters. SNAP! Suddenly, the lasso holding them together snaps when they see the chute automatically shut it’s doors. ‘BAM’, ‘WHAM’ was heard as all the other chutes started to seal their doors. No sooner do they close they hear a ‘WHOOSH” sound and turn as flames started to rise from multiple sides, one after the other. With the rope cut, Applejack looks around for an exit and catches an open hatch along the far side of the iron walls. “Over there!” They quickly make a mad dash for the door. Just then, they notice an Oompa Loompa approach the hatch, and obliviously gets ready to close it. “Wait, wait!!” Applejack calls out. “There’s folks in here! Please stop!” “Quick every pony, grab onto me!” Rainbow yelled. Applejack grabs onto Rainbow’s front hoof, while the salts grab her hindlegs. Using all her strength, Rainbow shot straight across the furnace like a bullet. They rush past the hatch, nearly knocking the Oompa Loompa over, as it sealed behind them. Once safely outside, they all breathed a sigh of relief. “Ya’ll alright?” Applejack asked. Veruca huffed, wiping the garbage off herself. “This has been the upmost worst day of my entire life!” She yelled. “Just look at my dress! My best suit and it’s all ruined!” “’Thanks for saving us’,” Rainbow spoke to herself. “’It was no big deal’… Nothing, we get nothing!” “Ooh… I demand justice for this travesty, father!” Veruca continues yelling. “He will rue the very day he said ‘no’ to Veruca Salt! When we get home, I want you to buy me my own chocolate factory!” Mr. Salt breathed heavily, as he stared toward his angry daughter. As she ranted, he glances over to Applejack, who only shook her head quietly. It was then he remembered their conversation earlier today, at the gate just before they entered. He remembered her saying how he needed to act like a parent, set boundaries, and start giving discipline. He had not done any of that today and they almost got killed. Finally, Mr. Salt furrowed his brow, turning to Veruca with a serious face. “NO!” Veruca nearly fell back, hearing her father raise his voice. “What?” “I said… NO!” Mr. Salt yelled. “I have heard quite enough out of you today, Veruca Salt; that orange pony was right all along. Ever since you were small, I tried everything to make you happy! I pour my heart out to you, I give you everything you want, I give you candy and toys and pets and what do I get in return?! You humiliate me in front of everybody! You should count yourself lucky we weren’t just burnt to a crisp, today!” “B-B-B-But, I…” “NO BUTS! It’s high time you start learning some discipline young lady, whether you want it or not!” Mr. Salt then grabs Veruca by the ear, pulling her away. Veruca cringes in pain as they walk, the worn-out man looking around till he spotted the sole Oompa Loompa in the room. “Where’s the bloody exit to this room?!” Mr. Salt shouts. The Oompa Loompa silently points in the direction toward the exit, as he leads the pair toward the door. As the Salts walk, Mr. Salt paused and turned toward Applejack and Rainbow Dash, who looked quite pleased. “Thank you,” Mr. Salt whispered, with a smile. “Yer quite welcome, Mr. Salt,” Applejack tipped her hat. “Glad to see you finally grew some backbone,” Rainbow praised. Then Mr. Salt turns back, leading his daughter through the furnace room to find the way out. “Well, that’s that,” Rainbow said, brushing her hooves. “Guess we’ll have to find our own waaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!” Suddenly, both Applejack and Rainbow Dash were lifted off the ground as a magical purple aura engulfed them. <> In a flash of light, they were poofed back into the golden egg room. They barely had time to recover when they were crushed by their friends in a big group hug. “Are you guys alright?” Twilight asked, frantically. “We thought we lost you when the rope broke,” Rarity added. “You weren’t burned that badly, were you?” “Guys, chill out!” Rainbow assured. “We’re fine.” “What about Mr. Salt and Veruca?” Fluttershy asked. “Oh, they’re both just fine and dandy,” Applejack responded, turning to Wonka. “Only lit every other day, Mr. Wonka?” “To be fair, I assumed the incinerator was still broken,” Mr. Wonka replies. “That’s three weeks of rotten garbage… My mistake.” Mr. Wonka proceeds to walk away leaving the ponies befuddled as to how he’s taking all this calamity so well. “Anyways… At least Mr. Salt finally stood up for himself,” Rainbow smirked. “You should’ve seen the look on Veruca’s face when he finally said ‘no’ to her. Maybe from now on he’ll finally start being a real parent.” Every pony sighed in relief, knowing not only that their friends are safe but perhaps Veruca Salt will finally start learning what it’s like not to get her way. And yet even after all that, Mr. Wonka still carries on with the tour as he leads them toward the exit. “I don’t understand it,” Mr. Wonka replies, casually. “The children are disappearing like rabbits. Well, we still have each other. Shall we press on?” “Sure, why not,” Spike said, dryly. “Mr. Wonka, can’t we sit down for a minute?” Mrs. Teevee moaned. “The pace is killing me.” “For once, I must agree with Mike’s mom,” Rarity admitted. “Do we really need to be in such a hurry?” “My dear lady, transportation has already been arranged,” Mr. Wonka answers. “Really? Well… I suppose…” “Great! Let’s keep on trucking!” And with that said, Mr. Wonka breaks off as the rest of the group starts to follow. That made three children, plus three parents removed from the tour, as the ponies soon noticed. They couldn’t begin to imagine what else to expect on this tour.