Charlie Chocolate Factory Mike Teavee นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Michael eyed Xavier curiously. Xavier tapped Michael’s nose and proclaimed, “Surprise.” Xavier instantly grabbed the box he had placed next to the bed when he stepped into the room. “I bought you your favorite vanilla ice cream and snacks from Chips n Chops.” He said and placed the customized box on the bed for Michael’s easy access. Michael’s eyes lit up and he sat up due to excitement; immediately, he grabbed the box and opened it. Michael’s brows knitted slightly in curiosity. “There’s Chips n Chops in the state?”

“Oh well, how about tonight when we have finished here we watch a favourite of mine?” I loved Charlie and the Chocolate Factory growing up and I’m sure Melody would love it too. “Can we have popcorn?” I chuckle at her and nod my head. “Yes, but not much. I think you may be full from all the treats we have here.” I say to her, making a gesture with my arms and she looks around. Her eyes go really big and is she drooling? I look at Mav and he holds his hand up and mouths a countdown. Once he gets to one, Melody screams and runs off.

Shit “Can you bring us some french fries please” - Mike says “French fries are not drinks” - Gabe says with a chuckle “Oh, fuck of” - Mike replies and then looks at the waitress - “I’m sorry sweetheart” - he says offering her his biggest Prince Charming smile “Three portions?” - she asks while she blushes and Mike nods his head - “and a coke please” - he says “Can I have a chocolate chip milkshake please?” - I say and Gabe laughs

with chocolate. Mike had such a sour expression on his face that the girl smiled involuntarily as she took a sip of her tea. And then she coughed. Mike, are you kidding me? she exclaimed, putting her cup of tea back on the tray. How much sugar did you put in it? - Uh-uh ... Six tablespoons, - still not understanding what, in fact, was the matter and what she needed, he answered. - How much?! - Not believing her own ears, the girl exclaimed.

I rounded the corner to find Mike waving a dish towel at the smoking microwave while Dante stood nearby, grinning unapologetically. “Woah, what a popcorn disaster.” I said, setting the wine bottle on the counter. Mike turned, his exasperation melting into relief when he saw me. “Ava! Thank god. Maybe you can explain to my boyfriend that three minutes doesn’t mean until it catches fire.” Dante wrapped an arm around Mike's waist, pulling him close. “Babe, it’s charcoal. Adds texture.” Mike groaned, shoving at Dante's chest halfheartedly. “You’re a nut job.”

Dylan, Noah and Wren saw his smile and knew that while this place was fun for Jill, it was so much more to Charles. “I have what you need. The factory is at the heart of the main town. Just head down these stairs and go straight and you should eventually find it. Also, I’m supposed to give you a box of doughnuts each. There’s 10 in each box. That’s a Tech Town dozen by the way.” Charles said. “Are you not going to give us any ominous warning before you go this time? It’s become a bit of a trademark from you now.” Dylan asked.

And that is when I saw Marcus’ eyes glint— he wants to have these candles as well. P.S.: the Choco Coffee Bean Treats idea was borrowed from a cartoon I watched on Youtube... if my memory serves me right, I think its called 'Cafe Wingcle'... it was a cute and good cartoon... anyways, thank you for reading, and sorry for the slow updates.

Gummy worms, jelly beans, lollipops, M&Ms, skittles—if it's sweet, it was there in a jar. What in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory is going on here? The carpet was that same awful bubblegum-pink shade. The windows were the only normal-looking part of the office. Everything else was over the top and unorthodox. “Hello, I'm Dr. Blake Nelson.” My eyes trailed to meet chocolate-coloured ones. Dark hair cascaded down past her shoulders. She had on a white coat, but I saw the casual clothes underneath. She stretched her hand and offered me juju-beans, I shook my head no. I was too busy staring at her.

Mike sighed and sank into his chair, tossing his little chocolate balls into his mouth. “What do you want?” he asked. “To talk. Let’s talk—you know, get to know each other,” I said. “I don’t know how to do that,” he said. “What? The talking part or getting to know each other?” I asked. “Chatting. I hate chatting,” he said. “You are more like Brandon than anyone expects. Chatting is not hard, I made Bran do it, you can too,” I said. I kept Mike’s iPad in my bag.