The new Lucy Beale thought that it would be fun to take her father Ian to gunge court. She always felt that he had been unfair to her and she sometimes felt very angry towards him. She really wanted to get her father. The prospect of seeing her Dad covered in mess was hilarious to her. She felt that she was in the right and that everyone would see things her way. She was never in the wrong in her eyes and her father was clearly in the wrong. Ian was worried about losing, but also wanted to make things up with Lucy. He wanted to do everything so that she would forgive him and they could move on so he agreed to appear in gunge court.
On the day, Lucy presented her case with vigour, explaining tons of things that Ian had done wrong. She attacked the whole thing with vigour slating her Dad. “Are you finished?,” the judge asked. “Yes, your honour,” she replied. Now it was time for the defence. Ian stood up and started to speak. “Let me stop you there,” the judge said,” I don’t think that I need to hear anymore.” Ian sighed. Lucy smiled excitedly. “I am ready to rule. Although the defendant has made mistakes and may have displayed poor judgement at times, he was under severe mental strain at the time. I believe that the plaintiff is being much too harsh on the defendant and needs to cut him a break. Everyone makes mistakes but we only get one father. It is clear that he has proven that he is apologetic and has tried his best to make amends. For these reasons, I find in favour of the defendant. Not guilty.” He slammed his gavel down.
Lucy’s jaw dropped. She shook her head in anger and embarrassment. “ I can not believe this,” she said to herself, shaking her head. Her face turning red and heated. She took a deep breath, she could feel herself getting hotter. Ian gave a surprised smile and shrugged his shoulders. “Bailiffs, please bring her up to the box to receive her punishment,” the judge said. Lucy was reluctantly lead by the two burly bailiffs away from her seat and up to the box. She sat down and crossed her legs and then her arms. All the while she was making faces with her lips. She wore a smart looking sleeveless white top and a black and white printed skirt. Her thin white legs were on display. She wore her hair back as she usually did. Ian was summoned forward to the side where there were a series of levers, buttons and cords that would control his daughter’s fate. Maybe this would teach her a lesson.
She continued to moved her head and mouth around, stewing, her arms crossed. Ian was given the signal and he pulled the first cord on his daughter. When he pulled, chocolate syrup fell from above, trickling irregularly down into the box, down onto Lucy’s head. Lucy looked forward angrily as the chocolate syrup slowly dripped onto the top of her head. It poured slowly straight down onto her blonde hair. It was very, very slow in coming. It poured onto her head and then slowly over the rest of her hair. It then slowly dripped down the front of her angry face. At first it was an odd shaped brown patch across her nose and the front of her forehead in linear form. Most of her hair was soaked in chocolate. Then her mouth and cheeks began to disappear underneath the brown mess. At this point she closed her eyes as her face began to disappear completely underneath the chocolate sauce. It sped up slightly and now poured down the front and the sides of her neck. It then poured directly over the front of her top. It poured down across her flat chest. It was clear that the chocolate was going to have a devastating effect on her silky white top. That was not going to wash out. Her face was now a chocolate mess. More poured down the front of her body. It rolled down and pooled in her lap. It splashed down onto her skirt and all over her thighs. She could feel the chocolate dripping against her skin. More poured down the back of her neck and down her shirt. Chocolate sauce now dripped down her calves down to her ankles. Lucy tried to show as little reaction as she could. She just crossed her arms and closed her eyes as the chocolate poured everywhere. When it finally stopped, she took her hands, which were one of the few areas on her body that had remained relatively chocolate free and put them to her face, pushing off as much of the chocolate as she could. She ran them over her bleached blonde hair, removing some as best she could. She then shook her arms. She uncrossed her legs and pushed away some of the chocolate that had collected underneath her bum. She pushed it through her legs and onto the floor. She then returned to her previous position, re crossing her legs again.
She was given very little opportunity to rest, because as soon as she returned to her position, Ian pulled a lever. As soon as he did, a pie flung up from the front of the booth and smashed Lucy square in the face. She gasped for breath but as she did, more pies flew her way. Two more flew her way. One hit the top of her head, the other, the right side of her face. Another rammed into her chest and three more hit her in rapid succession on the legs. The pie plates slowly fell away revealing that about three quarters of Lucy’s face was covered in creamy pie. The pie circled the outlines of her facial features. Her eyes, nostrils and mouth were outlined in pie. There was a large amount of pie stuck to the front of her head and her fringe.
Ian pulled another cord. What came Lucy’s way next was three dozen rotten eggs. They all fell at once. The gooey yellow, foul smelling eggs fell through the air and landed all over Lucy Beale. They formed a giant mess that landed mostly on her legs and skirt. A good amount landed on her head. She turned her nose up as the rotten egg smelled covered her. She used her hands to break up the sloppy eggs.
Ian then pushed a button. When he did, the booth began to spray Lucy with mustard from all angles. It sprayed straight into her chest, covering her formerly white shirt in thick yellow stains. It sprayed her in the face. She lifted one leg and raised her hands instinctively to try and block the mustard as best she could. It did not do much as the mustard was coming from all directions. Deflecting it only caused it to splash onto other areas of her body. Her legs were soon dripping in yellow mustard. It also managed to be sprayed straight up her skirt. Her under thighs and panties were soon soaked in mustard.
When the mustard ceased, Ian pushed another button. This time the booth began to fill with foamy gunge from the bottom up. It slowly began to rise, covering Lucy’s body. Soon it was up to her ankles. Simultaneously, a silly string type of substance was being sprayed all over her. The mess on the bottom raised rapidly, eventually covering Lucy to her waist. She waived her hands wildly as the silly string covered her face. Eventually it all ceased and the booth spun around.
Afterwards, they allowed Lucy to have a shower, but there was not anywhere to really clean her clothes and she did not bring a change of clothes. She did the best that she could to get as much of the mess off as she could, but her top especially was not going to come clean. Lucy had no other choice but to head home wearing those clothes. Her top visibly stained with large amounts of brown and yellow.
Her friends, Lauren and Whitney laughed hysterically when they saw her. “Oh dear, Luc, what happened to ya?,” Lauren asked, “ You look good.” “Don’t ask,” she said, making a hand gesture. “Don’t worry,” Lauren said,” It happened to me remember, and my mum. That shirt, however, looks on its last legs.” Lucy returned home with her friends and they cheered her up. She was laughing about it by the end of the night. She decided that she would not throw the top away, but would keep it as sort of a souvenir.
PS: I still prefer Melissa Suffield all the way.
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