Violet Turns Into a Blueberry - 1971
And so here we were in this jumbled place Mr. Wonka calls his "Inventing Room". "I already got the Everlasting Gobstopper that Slugworth asked for, so I'm home free."
Violet Beauregarde, the 3rd golden ticket holder, thought as she walked over to a very weird contraption, fate had something in store for Ms. Beauregarde. She is wearing a dark blue pantsuit with a wide red belt.
"Now over here, if you'll follow me,I have something rather special to show you."
Mr.Wonka said.
"Well, it's special all right. I only hope my veruca doesn't want one." Mr.Salt jokingly said. I thought of saying something but she wanted to see what the machine does.
"What a contraption!" Mike Teevee said
"Isn't she scrumptious? She's my revolutionary, nonpollutionary, Mechanical wonder. Now, button, button, who's got the button?"Wonka asked.
"It's over there." Charlie said, answering Mr.Wonka.
They went on talking but I was too busy looking at this thing looked like a bunch of odds and ends, "I bet it doesn't do anything." Violet pondered to herself.
While Willy Wonka was giving his high hopes of the machine and what it would complete as my dad lifted me up and let me up so I could grab some ingredients. And after a few more seconds it was done, WHAT THAT COULDN'T BE!
"Finito!" Wonka exclaimed
"That's all?" That stupid Veruca asked.
"That's all? Don't you know what this is?" yelled Wonka.
"By gum, it's gum!" I said, well now that Wonka was talking buisness.
"Wrong. It's the most amazing, fabulous sensational gum in the whole world."
Now thats what I like to hear.
"What's so fab about it? " I asked
"This little piece of gum is a three-course dinner." Good enough for me, I have to try this thing.
"Bull!" Mr.Salt said
"No, roast beef, But I haven't got it quite right yet." Willy said.
At this time I snatched when Wonka had his back turned, I'm gonna be the first to have a three-course gum, this better not be a lie.
"But I haven't got it quite right yet." As I snatched the gum from his hand.
"I don't care!" I said as Wonka tried to offer some kind of protest, like hes gonna stop me.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that. I really wouldn't." What an idiot.
"So long as it's gum, and that's for me." Jeez how bad could it be honestly?
"Violet, Now don't you do anything stupid." My dad said, its only gum people get off my case!
"Ugh" I sighed, as I walked over near the door.
"What's it taste like?" Charlie asked, it doesn't really taste like anything. What a jip! Wait I taste something.
"Madness! It's tomato soup! It's hot and creamy. I can actually feel it running down my throat! It's delicious!" I described to the crowd. Charlie was wispering to his grandpa about something unimportant,whatever this taste great,"It just gets better and better with each bite!"
"Stop. Don't." Willy Wonka said to me, well if he was seriously worried he'd be angry.
"It sure is great soup!"Oh boy was it!
"Hey, the second course is coming up-- Roast beef and a Baked Potato. Mmm!" This is so good, why is Wonka so worried it actually feels like I'm eating and I'm getting full.
"With Sour Cream? What's for dessert, baby?" Smooth dad, way to make no one laugh. But I think I taste the third course.
"Dessert? Here it comes-- Blueberry pie and cream.It's the most marvelous blueberry pie I've ever tasted!" This is so COOL, I can taste the blueberries and the juice going down my throat like the tomato soup.
Everyone was giving me a confused look. I felt really snug in my pantsuit. This gum should be a world record! 3 courses in under a minute!
"Look at her face." said someone in the crowd. That's rude. Whats wrong with my face?
"Holy toledo! What's happening to your face?" Hey, I'm not done dad!
"Cool it Dad! Let me finish." I have to explain this, it's too good to keep to myself.
"But your face is turning blue." What's that suppose to mean? Is he going crazy?
"Violet, You're turning Violet, Violet!" Yeah he's gone crazy.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, least this gum still has this rich blueberry taste, although I still do feel full.
"I told you I hadn't got it quite right yet." Wonka said with a discern tone. What hasn't he got right, this gum is fine.
"You can say that again! Look what it's done to my kid!" On second thought this gum is kinda making me sick, why to I feel so tight right now, Oh my gosh, my hands are blue! So that's what they mean!.
"It always goes wrong when we come to dessert. Always." What does he mean by that? I hope its just the skin color.
"Violet, what are you doing now?" I was broken out of my trance and my body is beginning to inflate! Oh no this belt is getting too tight! This can't be happening I feel rather odd; sloshy and heavy.
"You're blowing up!" My dad said rushing to my side. It feels like I am being blown up with air.
"I feel funny." It's the only words I can think of. Maybe Wonka can stop this.Oh no the belt is too tight I'm gonna get cut in two if it doesn't come off!I gotta get it off but my hands are being raised by my belly.
As I said this the belt exploded off my belly with a gunshot pop, making my midsection easier to inflate. I could feel every part of my body getting bigger.
"I'm not surprised." Stupid old man. Making fun of me in this predicament.
"What's Happening?" I searched for answers. My body growing bigger and bigger. The pressure starting to build
"You're blowing up like a balloon", someone said. I really did feel like a balloon only heavier.
"Like a blueberry." What did Wonka say? That's absurd.
"Somebody do something."
"Call a doctor!"
"Stick her with a pin."
"She'll pop."
Least someone has common sense. My body continued to inflate my arms and legs getting big as my midsection continued its inflating, I flapped my arms against my sides. Funny; felt like water inside me. All of a sudden as my father ran to Wonka, Mike Teavee poked my in the belly. I can feel an odd sense of pressure, that idiot almost pushed me over!
"It happens every time. They all become blueberries." said Wonka
"You've really done it this time, haven't you, Wonka? I'll break you for this!" Blueberries? I don't want to be a blueberry. But why am I still chewing the gum?
"Oh, well, I'll get it right in the end." Wonka now used his flute for those little orange men, SOMEONE HAS TO DO SOMETHING!
"Help! Help!" I pleaded, as I continued to swell growing larger by the second.
" We've got to let the air out of her, quick!" My father yelled.
"There's no air in there.That's juice." What the....
"Juice?!" My dad yelled in confusion.
"Juice?" I thought. That's impossible. I can't be filling... up.. with.. blueberry juice.
"Would you roll the young lady down to the Juicing Room at once, please?" My arms, my legs, my hideous body, I don't want to be a blueberry!
"What for?"
"For squeezing." Ooooo I feel to heavy to move, whats that about squeezing?
"She has to be squeezed immediately before she explodes." WHAT! The pressure's to much as it is. I can't even move. I'm just a blueberry with a head, hands ,and feet.
"Explodes!?" I don't want to explode either. How did this happen? It was just a piece of gum.
"Its a fairly simple operation."
Oh not another song, what are they doing? They're surrounding me!
Oompa loompa Doompadee doo
I've got another puzzle for you
Oompa loompa Doompada dee
If you are wise You'll listen to me
I gotta follow them. What are they doing? This juice sloshing inside me isn't making waddling easy over here. What are they gonna do, better not touch me. No get away don't touch me ! These hands can still flap you know! They're pulling me down, might as well not fight it. Hey what are they doing?
Gum chewing's fine When it's once in a while
It stops you from smoking and brightens your smile
But it's repulsive, revolting, and wrong
Chewing and chewing all day long
No! Stop! Stop rolling me! The juice is sloshing to much stop! UGH! This pantsuit is too tight, least it stayed together. I think I stopped swelling too.
The way that a cow does
Oompa loompa Doompadee da
Given good manners, you will go far
You will live in happiness, too
Like the Oompa Loompa Doompadee do
Get me out of here! I don't want to be a blueberry! Where are they taking me!?
"I'll get even with you for this, Wonka, If it's the last thing I ever do!
I got a blueberry for a daughter!" I heard my dad yelling.
All I could do was moan as the Oompa Loompas rolled me down the long hallway. Bringing up the rear was one more Oompa Loompa, pulling my sobbing father along too.
I'll get Mr. Wonka for this. But I just hope I can get back to normal.
Violet Beauregarde, the 3rd golden ticket holder, thought as she walked over to a very weird contraption, fate had something in store for Ms. Beauregarde. She is wearing a dark blue pantsuit with a wide red belt.
"Now over here, if you'll follow me,I have something rather special to show you."
Mr.Wonka said.
"Well, it's special all right. I only hope my veruca doesn't want one." Mr.Salt jokingly said. I thought of saying something but she wanted to see what the machine does.
"What a contraption!" Mike Teevee said
"Isn't she scrumptious? She's my revolutionary, nonpollutionary, Mechanical wonder. Now, button, button, who's got the button?"Wonka asked.
"It's over there." Charlie said, answering Mr.Wonka.
They went on talking but I was too busy looking at this thing looked like a bunch of odds and ends, "I bet it doesn't do anything." Violet pondered to herself.
While Willy Wonka was giving his high hopes of the machine and what it would complete as my dad lifted me up and let me up so I could grab some ingredients. And after a few more seconds it was done, WHAT THAT COULDN'T BE!
"Finito!" Wonka exclaimed
"That's all?" That stupid Veruca asked.
"That's all? Don't you know what this is?" yelled Wonka.
"By gum, it's gum!" I said, well now that Wonka was talking buisness.
"Wrong. It's the most amazing, fabulous sensational gum in the whole world."
Now thats what I like to hear.
"What's so fab about it? " I asked
"This little piece of gum is a three-course dinner." Good enough for me, I have to try this thing.
"Bull!" Mr.Salt said
"No, roast beef, But I haven't got it quite right yet." Willy said.
At this time I snatched when Wonka had his back turned, I'm gonna be the first to have a three-course gum, this better not be a lie.
"But I haven't got it quite right yet." As I snatched the gum from his hand.
"I don't care!" I said as Wonka tried to offer some kind of protest, like hes gonna stop me.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that. I really wouldn't." What an idiot.
"So long as it's gum, and that's for me." Jeez how bad could it be honestly?
"Violet, Now don't you do anything stupid." My dad said, its only gum people get off my case!
"Ugh" I sighed, as I walked over near the door.
"What's it taste like?" Charlie asked, it doesn't really taste like anything. What a jip! Wait I taste something.
"Madness! It's tomato soup! It's hot and creamy. I can actually feel it running down my throat! It's delicious!" I described to the crowd. Charlie was wispering to his grandpa about something unimportant,whatever this taste great,"It just gets better and better with each bite!"
"Stop. Don't." Willy Wonka said to me, well if he was seriously worried he'd be angry.
"It sure is great soup!"Oh boy was it!
"Hey, the second course is coming up-- Roast beef and a Baked Potato. Mmm!" This is so good, why is Wonka so worried it actually feels like I'm eating and I'm getting full.
"With Sour Cream? What's for dessert, baby?" Smooth dad, way to make no one laugh. But I think I taste the third course.
"Dessert? Here it comes-- Blueberry pie and cream.It's the most marvelous blueberry pie I've ever tasted!" This is so COOL, I can taste the blueberries and the juice going down my throat like the tomato soup.
Everyone was giving me a confused look. I felt really snug in my pantsuit. This gum should be a world record! 3 courses in under a minute!
"Look at her face." said someone in the crowd. That's rude. Whats wrong with my face?
"Holy toledo! What's happening to your face?" Hey, I'm not done dad!
"Cool it Dad! Let me finish." I have to explain this, it's too good to keep to myself.
"But your face is turning blue." What's that suppose to mean? Is he going crazy?
"Violet, You're turning Violet, Violet!" Yeah he's gone crazy.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, least this gum still has this rich blueberry taste, although I still do feel full.
"I told you I hadn't got it quite right yet." Wonka said with a discern tone. What hasn't he got right, this gum is fine.
"You can say that again! Look what it's done to my kid!" On second thought this gum is kinda making me sick, why to I feel so tight right now, Oh my gosh, my hands are blue! So that's what they mean!.
"It always goes wrong when we come to dessert. Always." What does he mean by that? I hope its just the skin color.
"Violet, what are you doing now?" I was broken out of my trance and my body is beginning to inflate! Oh no this belt is getting too tight! This can't be happening I feel rather odd; sloshy and heavy.
"You're blowing up!" My dad said rushing to my side. It feels like I am being blown up with air.
"I feel funny." It's the only words I can think of. Maybe Wonka can stop this.Oh no the belt is too tight I'm gonna get cut in two if it doesn't come off!I gotta get it off but my hands are being raised by my belly.
As I said this the belt exploded off my belly with a gunshot pop, making my midsection easier to inflate. I could feel every part of my body getting bigger.
"I'm not surprised." Stupid old man. Making fun of me in this predicament.
"What's Happening?" I searched for answers. My body growing bigger and bigger. The pressure starting to build
"You're blowing up like a balloon", someone said. I really did feel like a balloon only heavier.
"Like a blueberry." What did Wonka say? That's absurd.
"Somebody do something."
"Call a doctor!"
"Stick her with a pin."
"She'll pop."
Least someone has common sense. My body continued to inflate my arms and legs getting big as my midsection continued its inflating, I flapped my arms against my sides. Funny; felt like water inside me. All of a sudden as my father ran to Wonka, Mike Teavee poked my in the belly. I can feel an odd sense of pressure, that idiot almost pushed me over!
"It happens every time. They all become blueberries." said Wonka
"You've really done it this time, haven't you, Wonka? I'll break you for this!" Blueberries? I don't want to be a blueberry. But why am I still chewing the gum?
"Oh, well, I'll get it right in the end." Wonka now used his flute for those little orange men, SOMEONE HAS TO DO SOMETHING!
"Help! Help!" I pleaded, as I continued to swell growing larger by the second.
" We've got to let the air out of her, quick!" My father yelled.
"There's no air in there.That's juice." What the....
"Juice?!" My dad yelled in confusion.
"Juice?" I thought. That's impossible. I can't be filling... up.. with.. blueberry juice.
"Would you roll the young lady down to the Juicing Room at once, please?" My arms, my legs, my hideous body, I don't want to be a blueberry!
"What for?"
"For squeezing." Ooooo I feel to heavy to move, whats that about squeezing?
"She has to be squeezed immediately before she explodes." WHAT! The pressure's to much as it is. I can't even move. I'm just a blueberry with a head, hands ,and feet.
"Explodes!?" I don't want to explode either. How did this happen? It was just a piece of gum.
"Its a fairly simple operation."
Oh not another song, what are they doing? They're surrounding me!
Oompa loompa Doompadee doo
I've got another puzzle for you
Oompa loompa Doompada dee
If you are wise You'll listen to me
I gotta follow them. What are they doing? This juice sloshing inside me isn't making waddling easy over here. What are they gonna do, better not touch me. No get away don't touch me ! These hands can still flap you know! They're pulling me down, might as well not fight it. Hey what are they doing?
Gum chewing's fine When it's once in a while
It stops you from smoking and brightens your smile
But it's repulsive, revolting, and wrong
Chewing and chewing all day long
No! Stop! Stop rolling me! The juice is sloshing to much stop! UGH! This pantsuit is too tight, least it stayed together. I think I stopped swelling too.
The way that a cow does
Oompa loompa Doompadee da
Given good manners, you will go far
You will live in happiness, too
Like the Oompa Loompa Doompadee do
Get me out of here! I don't want to be a blueberry! Where are they taking me!?
"I'll get even with you for this, Wonka, If it's the last thing I ever do!
I got a blueberry for a daughter!" I heard my dad yelling.
All I could do was moan as the Oompa Loompas rolled me down the long hallway. Bringing up the rear was one more Oompa Loompa, pulling my sobbing father along too.
I'll get Mr. Wonka for this. But I just hope I can get back to normal.