"Now: hats, coats, galoshes, over here. But hurry please, we have so much time and so little to see. Wait a minute! Strike that. Reverse it. Thank you."
You laughed and gave your long coat to the coat hanger. You jumped slightly as it grabbed the coat, but you were't expecting anything else, since they were shaped like hands.
"Little surprises around every corner but nothing dangerous. Don't be alarmed. And as soon as your outer vestments are at hand, we'll begin. Now. Will the children kindly step up here." He tapped his cane next to himself, rather theatrically.
Mr Wonka pulls at a rope and lifts a curtain to reveal a sort of contract. Everyone started reading, but you didn't bother.
"I can't see what it says at the bottom!" The little gum-chewer announced
"Violet? You first. Sign here." Mr Wonka said, itching to get on with the tour.
"HOLD IT! Lemme through here, you kids. Violet, baby, don't you sign anything here. What's this all about?" Mr Beauregarde yelled
"Standard form of contract"
"Don't talk to me about contracts, Wonka; I use 'em myself. They're strictly for suckers."
"Yes, but you won't begrudge me a little protection. A drop."
"I don't sign anything without my lawyer."
"My Veruca don't sign anything either." Mr Salt announced
"Then she don't go in. I'm sorry, rules of the house."
"I want to go in. Don't you dare stop me." the brat spat at her father
"I'm only trying to help you, sweetheart."
"Gimme that pen" she whipped the pen out of Violet's hand" You're always making things difficult" she then fumed, glaring at her father menacingly
"Nicely handled, Veruca. She's a girl who knows where she's going. Violet....?" Mr Wonka preened, encouraging her massive ego.
"Mike? Augustus?"
"Saw this in a movie once. Guy signed his wife's insurance policy. Then he bumped her off." Mike mentioned, rather absent-mindedly
"Clever" You laughed at Mr Wonka's response.
"What about me, Y/n?" Charlie asked politely
"Sign away Charlie; we got nothing to loose."
"Everyone's signed? Yes. Good. On we go!"
He fiddled at a lock on a door, saying a small little rhyme to help remember it.
"Ninety-nine........ forty-four..........one hundred percent pure! Just through the other door please."
Everyone rushes in, but there is no other door. Chaos unfolds around you as you get pushed and squeezed. Veruca was shouting behind you, and decided to shove you forwards. You closed your eyes, trying to not cry out. Instead of the cold, hard metal barrier you expected, two warm hands grasped your shoulders, and luxurious material met your hands. Your eyes opened in shock and saw two strikingly soft blue eyes looking back at you.
"Are you okay!?" Mr Wonka asked, worry evident on his face.
You nod quietly and stand up fully. He nods back and feels his way back to the same door.
"Ah, here we are"
"Oh, don't be a darn fool, Wonka; that's the way we came in"
"Is it? Are you sure?"
"We've just come through there"
"Huh. How do you like that?"
He leans against the door, which opens to reveal a completely different room.
"There we are"
"What is this, Wonka? Some kind of fun house?" Mr Salt growled
"Why? Having fun?" You sniggered at Mr Wonka's smart retort, but quickly stopped when Mr Salt gave you a death stare.
"I've had enough. I'm not going in there!" Mrs Teavee exclaimed
"Come on, Violet. We're getting out of here." Mr Beauregarde stropped
Everyone started to back into the corridor again.
"Oh, you can't get out backwards. You've gotta go forwards to go back. Better press on." Mr Wonka said calmly. Everyone begrudgingly stopped backing out and stood still.
Mr Wonka walked down the hallway, but he has to stoop over and crouch at the end.
"Hey Y/n! The room is getting smaller!" Charlie gasped
"No, it's not; He's getting bigger." Mrs Teavee stated matter-of-factly
You started to explain why a human couldn't just grow like that to her, until Mike piped up.
"Where's the chocolate?" He said
"I doubt if there is any." Said the dodgy car dealer
"I doubt if any of us will get out of here alive!" Mr Salt exclaimed
"Oh you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about." Mr Wonka retaliates, casing you to giggle
"You're not squeezing me through that tiny door!" Mrs Gloop complained
"You're off your bleeding nut, Wonka. Nobody can fit through there!" Mr Salt said, trying to stir things up.
"So has your factory, sir. They've been shelling Wonka bars instead." You said, trying to keep a straight face
It made it even harder not to burst out laughing when you realised that none of these adults had not really grown out of their bad childhood personalities. The snooty "i think i know it all" geography teacher. The stirring little factory boss. The lazy butcher's wife. The cheating car dealer. They could all probably do with a trip back to school to learn a lesson.
You snapped back into reality when you realised that Mr Wonka was talking.
"... Inside this room, all of my dreams become realities. And some of my realities become dreams. And almost everything you will see is eatible. Edible. I mean you can eat almost everything," You were impressed at his ability to make a mistake so barely noticed
"Let me in, I'm starving!" Augustus exclaimed
"Now, don't get overexcited! Don't loose your head Augustus! We woulldn't want anyone to loose that! Yet." You giggled at his barely noticeable insult."Now, the combination.... this is a musical lock." He pulls down a mini keyboard from the door and plays a little tune
"Rachmaninoff." Said Mrs Teavee, with a know-it-all grin
"I think you'll find that it's actually Mozart"s ''Marriage of Figaro''" You mentioned, slightly miffed at her innaccurate knowledge.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls......."
YOU ARE READING
A World Of Pure Imagination
FanficA Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory fanfic. You're 29 and, when your father died, you were left homeless. You get taken in by the Buckets, and became a sister figure to Charlie. When Charlie tells you about the golden tickets, you thought the fa...
