Cocoa Here!

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Hey I noticed that you changed your clothes a lot on the golden ticket tour day. First you had the black coat outside then you took that off and had the burgundy jacket but after the contest you had on gold and black pajamas and slippers then when you was getting your shoes shined you had the black jacket with another black coat under it and then you changed back to the burgundy jacket when you had dinner with the buckets. Why did you change so much and how did your clothes magically switch at the end?

Well, I changed back into my lounging pajamas because the tour was over. And I wanted to be comfortable for my therapy session. I threw on a quick change of clothes once again to find Charlie and talk to him. I specifically changed my clothes so that he wouldn't recognize me or the big 'W' on my shoes. That's how I ended up in all black. So basically your question is how in the world did I end up wearing the burgundy coat again, right?

When we arrived back at the factory after visiting my dad, we were brainstorming new candy flavors and ideas. I leave most of my coats and shoes at the front corridor when I'm in a hurry (if the Oompa Loompas haven't taken them away) and I happened to change back into the attire from earlier right before going to the Buckets' house for dinner with Charlie. That's all. Just a quick change of wardrobe.

Your laugh is cute

Thank you! Your compliment is cuter.

Read life of the party please

You said you would read a book for us but the original asker never said what book they wanted you to read.. so can you like leave some voice clips on my ask, it can even be quotes?

I would post more to further entrain you but I'm afraid there is a one video limit. Maybe I'll read a book in the near future, someone requested If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, haha! We'll see.

You don't have no business sharing pics of food I can't taste

Homemade dinner guaranteed to taste better than ya mama's cookin'!

Indian style chicken and vegetable tray bake; sweet potatoes, courgettes, peppers, onions, cauliflower and fennel to start, tossed in oil, cumin and turmeric. Chicken pieces marinated in garlic, ginger, garam masala, homemade smoked chilli sauce, and lime juice. Roasted for 45 minutes then added broccoli, chopped garlic and tomatoes. Finished off for another 15 minutes and then served with a few dollops of raita (yogurt, mint, cucumber and coriander). And to wash it down, Verdi Spumante white sparkling wine, imported from Italy.

Look at those beautiful, bright colors. Those crisp veggies. That succulent, tender chicken.

Who said I can't hold it down in the kitchen? No one? Oh, I thought so. Ha.

Don't worry if Augustus asks you about the Christkind again. You'll find all you need to know about her at this site: https://germangirlinamerica.com/what-is-the-christkind/

Oooh, how marvelous! So it's kind of like Santa Clause! A gift-bringer. I think Santa might have some heavy competition in Europe.

Speaking of which, I may have to travel to Germany during the Christmas season to see if I can find this Christkind.

Sure, I don't really care for names either.

I don't do much. I'm just there, I talk a lot of weird stuff, and I like cats.

Nevermind anonymous then, I'll stick with calling you Cocoa Bean. Yes, I like that much better. It's got a chocolate-y ring to it.

I'm weak because it's like I read your reblogs or answers and you're mean but you're nice at the same time 😂

I'm not mean, and if I am mean to anyone then it's probably because they said something to me first to deserve the mean response or reaction they received. Simple. Hmph.

Dear, tumblrs. If you have asked a question or commented on something of mine and I haven't responded, I am terribly sorry. My asks are backed up and I get at least 20-45 notifications at a time, some of which I hadn't noticed until this morning while eating my breakfast. It's a really fast pace to maintain between answering questions and running the factory.

Heh....so sorry.