A/N: Well, it took me almost three months for me to muster up the inspiration to write another chapter, but hey, at least it didn't take six months this time around! To The Illuminaughty Pine Tree, it was my full intention to make that part as unexpected as possible! Glad to see I succeeded, and glad to see you're enjoying it through it all! To The Silly Storyteller, yes, it does! In the book James and the Giant Peach, the narrator mentions that the peach happened to crash through a famous chocolate factory. Whose factory do you think that might've been? And yes, I wish the Fizzy-Lifting Drinks were included in the Burton film as well. Minus the part where Charlie and Grandpa Joe go floating about behind Wonka's back, of course. To Anonymousnette, really? I actually really like the "cannibalism" line! It's a great example of Depp Wonka's delightful social awkwardness. Of course, "delightful" is a subjective adjective. To Ethannalon. A Hilliard, yes, the two Charlies do not follow the same path! And you will see what will become of the two Verucas in this chapter! To mattTheWriter072, yes, if all of them had drank the Fizzy-Lifting Drinks, it would've been a huge mess! Hopefully, with that many people floating up there, one of them would've burped to find out the secret to getting down. But alas, that wasn't the case with the two '71 Buckets. To elevat0r, yes, that is James! He would say "Hello" back if he weren't careening down the street in a large fruit. To dragonserpent18, once again, good catch on that typo! To TheFastFox, yep, there was the obvious James and the Giant Peach reference, as well as the Peter Pan reference, and a subtle It reference, too! To Linkwonka88, yes, the less said about inflation fetishes, the better! To VerucaBeyotch, glad you're liking the story! Yes, the two Wonkas definitely step on each other's toes quite often. To Guest, yes, Rupert didn't quite get the names right, but at least he tried! To Anonymousnette (again), no, James and the gang won't be joining in on the fun. They're too busy floating out in the ocean right now, getting attacked by sharks. To IFFY, yep, they certainly weren't expecting that to happen! To Turrislucidus, well, the sewers really aren't too shabby! Although, now I'm not sure if that's just the clown using his powers to influence my thoughts. But as you can see, I can still manage to write, even while down here! Sadly, the same can't be said for Georgie here. He lost his right arm, which also happened to be his write arm. But at least he makes good company! To 13PieceBucket, exactly! He may seem scary at first, but once you start floating with him, it's all good! To gerfty, well, sorry to say, but you don't instantly recover from a massive peach rolling over you. But don't worry, Genie is not gone from the story. He will be coming back. And with that, I now present all of you with the next chapter! Sorry this one isn't super long. I'll make it up by making the next one longer.

"Ooooh, this looks like an interesting room!" Johnny gleefully remarked.

The room the tour group had just walked into was filled with giftboxes, ribbons, streamers, and other things to glamorize presents. Seated at several tables laid out across the room were Oompa-Loompas wrapping things in giftwrap. And the most amazing thing of all—overhead in the room, sitting in perched nests, were five white geese, four times the size of a regular goose. At that moment, one of the geese had laid an egg. But it wasn't an ordinary goose egg. It was a great, big, beautiful, golden goose egg!

"Oh, wow, look at that!" Johnny pointed out to the guests. "The geese lay golden eggs! Why, that's amazing!"

The golden egg then dropped down from the nest from which it was laid onto a balance, which then tipped over, dropping the egg onto a purple-cushioned scale. The meter on the scale was labeled "GOOD" on one end and "BAD" on the other end. For this particular egg, the arrow on the meter tipped over towards "GOOD", prompting an Oompa-Loompa to pick up the egg and place it in a cart to be brought to the wrapping tables.

Another egg fell onto one of the other scales, this time causing the arrow on the meter to tip towards "BAD". At this, a loud honking sound was emitted, and the purple cushions dropped open as a trapdoor for the egg to fall into.

"What a remarkably fascinating contraption this is!" Choccy's Grandpa Joe said.

"Hey, Daddy, I want a golden goose!" Egg Breath demanded.

"Here we go again—another idiot kid about to be eliminated because of their stupid, irrational decisions," Spike said.

"Alright, Sweetheart, alright!" Henry placated. "Daddy will get you a golden goose as soon as we get home!"

"No, I want one of those!" Egg Breath pointed to one of the geese sitting overhead.

"Well, Veruca, dear, I don't know what to tell you! The other Wonka's not even here! He's the one who owns these geese!"

"I want one! I want a golden goose! Gooses! Geeses! I want my geese to lay gold eggs for Easter!"

"It will, Sweetheart!"

"At least a hundred a day!"

"Anything you say!"

"And by the way,"

"What?"

Rather unexpectedly for everyone, Veruca began to sing,

"I want a feast!"

"You ate before we came to the factory."

"I want a bean feast!"

"Oh, one of those."

"Cream buns, and donuts,

And fruitcake with no nuts,

So good you could go nuts!"

"You can have all of those things when you get home!"

"No, now!

I want a ball!

I want a party!

Pink macarons,

And a million balloons,

And performing baboons, and

Give it me…

Now!"

Egg Breath ran over to the tables where the Oompa-Loompas were polishing and wrapping the golden eggs, causing the little workers to become a little nervous of the girl's next move.

"I want the world!

I want the whole world!

I want to lock it

All up in my pocket,

It's my bar of chocolate!

Give it me now!

I want today!

I want tomorrow!

I want to wear 'em

Like braids in my hair, and

I don't want to share 'em!"

After her slight outburst, Egg Breath calmed down and regained her composure.

"I want a party with roomfuls of laughter,

Ten-thousand tons of ice cream!

And if I don't get the things I am after,

I'm going to scream!"

Egg Breath grabbed a roll of golden giftwrap from one of the tables and threw it all around Johnny. Continuing her tantrum, she ran over and punched all the ribbons and streamers out from their baskets. She kicked the stacks of empty giftboxes. She grabbed one of the carts and pushed it towards the stack of empty boxes on the other side of the room. Despite the Oompa-Loompas' panicked attempt to stop the cart, it ended up crashing into the large stack, causing all the boxes to tumble down.

"I want the works!

I want the whole works!

Presents, and prizes,

And sweets, and surprises

Of all shapes and sizes

And now!"

Egg Breath dashed over to one of the large, cushioned scales underneath the geese.

"Don't care how,

I want it now!"

The repulsive girl then walked up on top of one of the scales to finish off her song.

"Don't care how,

I want it nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

The trap door dropped out from underneath the girl, leading her down into the deep, dark pit. The loud honking was heard in conjunction with her screams, and the arrow on the meter leaned towards "BAD".

"I guess Egg Breath was…a bad egg," Nut Case said, reveling in the fact that she outlasted her counterpart.

"Wow, she was stupider than I thought!" Johnny said. "I mean, she literally stepped on that scale herself. That's all her fault! One-hundred percent, all due to her stupidity!"

"Just like I said," Spike remarked. "People are way too predictable."

"Maybe if she wasn't so busy singin', she coulda seen where she was goin'!" Cowboy said.

"I don't care who's fault it is, where did my daughter go to?!" Henry asked, completely befuddled about the whole situation.

"Don't look at me! I don't run this factory! Hey, you," Johnny called over one of the Oompa-Loompas. "Where did the little brat drop down to?"

"The garbage chute," the Oompa-Loompa replied in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Well, where does the chute lead to?!" Henry asked.

"The furnace."

"The furnace?! She'll be sizzled like a sausage!" Henry looked as if he were about to faint.

"Well…" the Oompa-Loompa thought for a moment, "she could be stuck just inside the tube."

"Inside the…hold on!" Henry dashed towards the open trapdoor that his daughter fell down. "Veruca, Sweetheart! Daddy's coming!" As he dumped himself down the chute, a honking sound was emitted once more as the arrow on the meter turned towards "BAD".

"Serves her right, I say," Nut Case said.

"Serves both of them right," Rupert added.

"You're one to talk," Mr. Teavee mumbled under his breath.

As expected, the Oompa-Loompas all gathered together to sing a song,

"Oompa-Loompa-Doompa-Dee-Doo

I've got another puzzle for you!

Oompa-Loompa-Doompa-Da-Dee

If you are wise, you'll listen to me!

Who do you blame when your kid is a brat,

Pampered and spoiled like a Siamese cat?

Blaming the kids is a lie and a shame;

You know exactly who's to blame:

The mother and the father!

Oompa-Loompa-Doompa-Dee-Da

If you're not spoiled, then you will go far!

You will live in happiness, too,

Like the Oompa-Loompa-Doompa-Dee-Doo!"

"Well, now that the Oompa-Loompas have sung their song, that must be our cue to move on to the next room!" Johnny led everyone out in a giddy march. "Come along, everybody! Adventure awaits! And hopefully we'll stop losing kids along the way."