Wonka

Chapter 7: Sneaking Out

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In the morning, Bleacher stood in the courtyard and blew his whistle, signaling it was time for roll call.

"Bell!" He listed.

"Here." Lottie whispered softly.

"Benz!"

"Mm."

"Chucklesworth!"

"Eh."

"Crunch!"

"Here."

"Wonka!"

Willy appeared at the back of the line, and was about to walk down to the Wash House, when he heard yelling.

"Bleacher!" Scrubbit bellowed. "Toilet's blocked again!"

Bleacher groaned.

Willy sighed. "Wow. The unmistakable sound of love."

Bleacher furrowed his brows. "You what?"

Willy pretended to be in shock. "Don't tell me you hadn't noticed? She's madly in love with you."

Bleacher recoiled. "Mrs. Scrubitt?!"

"Besotted. And why not? Look at you. Fine figure of a man. You just need to tidy yourself up a bit. Get some new clothes. Have a bath."

"A bath?"

"You do know what they say, right?"

Bleacher stepped towards him. "What do they say?"

"She'll be thankful for an ankle."

"Yes."

"And pleased to see your knees."

"Right."

"But if you wanna make her sigh..."

"Tell me."

"Show her some thigh."

Bleacher sighed in thought, and chuckled deeply.

"Bleacher! It's overflowing now!"

Scrubitt's yelling seemed to break Bleacher out of his thoughts and he pushed Willy towards the stairs to the Wash House.

"Get in there!"

"It's up to me ankles!"

...

Mrs. Scrubitt marched down the stairs to the main lobby of the laundry, looking for Bleacher.

"Bleacher! Oh, curse that idle peasant." She muttered.

Mrs. Scrubitt then spotted Noodle on the ground, looking at a piece of paper. She quietly snuck up behind her.

"What have you got there?!" She yelled.