Chocolate Coated Love *Charlie and The Chocolate Factory The musical*

Chapter 12. Strike that, Reverse it!

I helped Charlie stand once we landed and he smiled excitedly at me. I gripped his hand as we looked around in wonder.

"Nice of you to drop in!" We heard Wonka say.

Our head whipped towards him and I was sure my smile grew.

"Welcome to my Factory, first up reception!" He said from behind a podium and rang a bell.

"Our schedule has no room for intros, languid and rubato... Accelerate right to the verse and play it molto presto and staccato! Now let's get the small talk out of the way," He said with an eye roll.

"What zigzag roads and fickle fates have led you to my chocolate gates? I'm sure the stories would enthrall But time is racing by us all. I'd love a rhyme or riddle or two But there's so much time, so little to do! So much time so little to do?" He paused thinking for a moment before shaking his head. "Please strike that, reverse it! I meant the other way!" He laughed, making me and Charlie giggle slightly.

"It doesn't take a Sigmund Freud, To see I'm charmed and overjoyed. But pardon if I start to fret, We've not begun our journey yet! No time to borrow or delay, What's here tomorrow's gone today! What's here tomorrow's gone today? Whoops strike that, reverse it! My tongue has feet of clay!" He smiled.

We formed a line and he began to check everyone's bags. I assumed for spy equipment, but who would be stupid enough to bring that in to a once in a lifetime opportunity!

"You bid the tasteless world adieu, To chew the goo awaiting you. But scurry, for the Wonka clock keeps ticking! Inside these doors the floors are sweet, There's rugs and carpets you can eat! And best of all, the wallpaper needs licking!"

He pulled a rubber duck from Violets bag and squeezed it making it quack.

Charlie and I laughed when he screamed and freaked out tossing it away from him. Everyone else just looked at him like he was crazy. He walked past Charlie and I as if nothing happened and continued speaking

"This day of punctuality is scheduled To the Nth degree, I wish that I had time to share My thoughts on makeup, clothes, and hair...Madam!" He paused by Mrs. Teavee

"Yes?" she asked in awe.

"Your hair, your dress, your shoes are great! You're dressed for 1958" He teased

" Ya I tried those little short shorts but they kept riding up." she said.

My eyes widened and i tried not to let the shock on my face show.

Mr. Wonka turned away his eyes wide and shocked.

"No strike that, reverse it! Let's get on with our day!" He said striding away towards the podium once more.

"Gloops!" He called.

Mrs. Gloop waddled forwards tugging her son with her, excitement on her face

"Mister Wonka, guten tag!" She huffed, sounding out of breath.

Augustus pulled his ticket from his pocket handing it to Mr. Wonka and then reached into his other pocket and pulled out a sausage link.

Charlie and I shared a disgusted look.

"Willkommen Frau Gloop! Delighted to meet you, and this must be little Augustus. You look so healthy." Wonka greeted her in German.

'How sweet,' I thought.

"He's my tiny little pickle!" Mrs. Gloop chimed hugging him tightly.

"Hello!" Augustus chimed, waving gleefully.