The Frat Boys (Part 3 the Juicing Ward)

"I suppose I must go down there myself." Said Wonka, resigned to the slowness of his Oompa Loompas.

He exited his office and took the elevator the medical hall ward outside the Juicing Area, and what did he see? Blaine, now too swollen to be moved down the corridor was stuck in the doorway. The Oompa Loompas rolling him apparently gave up and left for reinforcements. Bobby was slowing getting bigger, slower than the others. Either it was Bobby's metabolism, or the formula in his batch of gum was working slower.

"Hey, you!" Shouted Bobby, to Wonka "This is a joke! You set us up, you sick man!"

"I certainly did not!" Snapped Wonka, "You brought this onto yourselves, you hooligans! You see, I don't just run a chocolate empire here. I operate as a therapist! I HELP people to see the ills of their habits when they don't listen to my rules!"

"Help! Help!" Muffled Patrick, who by now reached the epoch of his growth. His skin began to stretch and his stomach rumbled.

"Somebody's got to help him!" Yelled Bobby, "He's gunna blow!"

"Well not on my suit!" Insisted Wonka, who ducked under Bobby, "Say, where are those damn Oompa Loompas?"

One suddenly appeared with a clipboard, and came up to Bobby.

"Oompa Loompa Doompity Doo, the Juicing Machines broken, too bad for you!" He sang, as he poked Bobby in belly.

"Oh dear," Sighed Wonka, "Looks like you boys will just have to LIVE with your new forms!"