"Poor Noodle," you muttered to yourself. She'd been stuck in the pigeon coop all night. You, on the other hand, were spared because of your job making the breakfast slop. While you were inclined to make her some sort of edible food, you didn't have enough extra ingredients saved up in your secret stockpile to make pancakes.
You tipped some into three bowls and carefully went upstairs. Two in your hands, and the last cautiously balanced on your head. You went into the peculiar new guest's room to find a quaint little place. Mrs. Scrubitt would probably throw him in his real room soon. You touched the little dent on his pillow to find that he hadn't tossed or turned a single time that night. Not that he was here, anyways, but the room smelt of chocolate nonetheless.
Setting the bowl down, you continued upstairs with the other two. You found Noddle's room empty, the words "Pigeon Coop," written in her handwriting on a wooden sign at her door. You sighed in repentance. You should've been shoved in there too. You wished for nothing more than to one day give the girl a normal childhood. After paying up your parent's debt, you could run away with her. Traveling even further than Mr. Wonka ever had.
You did your best to choke down your food, and headed out with the laundry in hand. Mrs. Scrubitt only ever let you out when she punished Noodle. Sometimes Noodle would sneak you out inside the laundry cart to sell some of your art for an extra sovereign or two. Other than that though, you were treated as just another "guest" at the laundry.
A familiar voice called after you as you dragged the laundry cart, "Hey, y/n, was it?" You turned to find Mr. Wonka in all his glory—and old weary clothes.
"Yes, Mrs. Scrubitt told you?"
"She called after you just about..." he stared into the distance, counting on his fingers, "...a thousand times last night."
"Oh. Well, Mr. Wonka, I'd like to ask why you're calling me."
He chuckled and gave a wholehearted smile, "I'm Willy, please don't call me "Mr. Wonka"," he said, narrowly dodging your question. Willy? The name made you smile, but you quickly composed yourself.
"You never answered my question."
He perked an eyebrow, "Question? What question?"
You sighed with a smile, "Why were you calling for me?" You repeated.
"Oh, well..." he lowered his voice "Do you want to see something amazing?" He whispered.
"Amazing?" You mimicked.
"Fantastical?"
"Fantastical?" You repeated after him.
"Something absolutely, insanely, madly, exquisite?" He asked.
"If it's another rabbit, I'll—"
"It won't be." He took your hand, leaving the laundry behind as he dashed to the empty fourth shop in the Galleries Gourmet. There had been a few names there in the past. Each, little businesses lead by bright-eyed dreamers. Each being overrun or cheated by their competitors, Slugworth, Ficklegruber, and Prodnose.
Willy put down his suitcase and stood on top of it. He let go of his cane which somehow stood upright on its own, revealing a cute, but mildly unimpressive, tiny turquoise flag with the letter "W" on it in gold. You watched him carefully as he tapped on something in his pocket and muttered something to himself. You were barely able to make out the word "Mama."
Taking a deep breath, he started to the crowd, "Ladies and gentleman of the Galleries Gourmet!" He paused for a moment and looked down at you with a smile as he caught the attention of the bustling passerby, "My name is Willy Wonka, and I have come to show you a marvelous morsel, an incredible edible, an unbeatable eatable the likes of which this world has never seen, so quieten up and listen down—"
"Willy," you whispered and he quickly caught his mistake.
"No. Scratch that, reverse it." He glanced at you with a wink, "I give you the Hoverchoc!" He pulled a out tall glass jar of odd but beautiful chocolates from his hat.
And then, with glee and love, he sang,
"In a jungle near Mumbai,
there's a little hover-fly,
whose wings go at a thousand flaps a second,
that's no lie!"
You watched as a crowd began to form around him.
"These microscopic fleas
like chocolate more than leaves,
and when asked nicely,
lay precisely
one little egg in each of these!"
Slowly, more and more people accumulated until you were nearly pressed to the singing man's back.
"When it hatches from its shell,
it gives a happy yell, "Woohoo!"
How thrilling to be living in
a chocolate hotel!
It beats its wings with glee,
and then as you will see,
the chocolate will levitate
and float most gracefully—"
He opened the lid just for the chocolates to escape from their bounds and hang in the air. You stared at them in awe before Willy pulled you up with him without warning.
"Well, there's chocolate,
and there's chocolate!"
He sang with as jolly a voice as physically possible.
"Only Wonka's makes your eyes
pop out their socke-lets!"
He grabbed you hand while he danced, evidently making you do the same.
"Put your hand into you pocke-let!
Get yourself some Wonka chocolate!"
He spun you around while you still had no idea what was going on.
"Come now, I insist,
You've never had chocolate like this!"
"No, you've never had chocolate like this!" You sang together.
The crowd burst into cheers and enthusiastic applause.
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