🄶🄰🄼🄴🅁 🄱🄾🅈 | 🄼🄸🄺🄴 🅃🄴🄰🅅🄴🄴 🅇 🅁🄴🄰🄳🄴🅁

A/n:

This chapter is dedicated to my friend, , who has been such an encouragement to me with writing this book!

▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 

Once inside the factory, the group all tumbled through a small doorway.

"Nice of you to drop in!" Willy Wonka said, somehow already in the factory, despite the group going in before him, "Welcome to my factory. First stop: reception!" he said, as everyone stood up and got into somewhat of a line in front of him.

"Our schedule has no room for intros languid and rubato. Accelerate right to the verse and play it molto presto and staccato." he picked up his pace as he walked to the other side of the room, "Now let's get the small talk out of the way. 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 to rhyme a riddle or two, but there's so much time, so little to do!" he paused for a moment, looking confused, "So much time, so little to do? Please strike that, reverse it! I meant the other way!"

Everyone started to crowd him, asking all sorts of things. He pushed out of them and continued speaking.

"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!" he once again stopped, looking confused, "What's here tomorrow's gone today? Whoops strike that, reverse it! My tongue has feet of clay!"

"He sure is strange," (Y/n) whispered. 

"He's not strange," Charlie replied, "He's wonderful!"

Wonka began checking bags as he continued, "You've 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 out of Violet's bag and screamed, throwing it as far away as he could.

"This day of punctuality is scheduled to the Nth degree. I wish that there was time to share my thoughts on makeup, clothes, and hair..." he walked up to Mrs. Teavee, "Madam!"

"Yes?" she said.

"Your hair, your dress, your shoes are great!" he said, "You're dressed for 1958..."

"I tried those little short shorts, but they kept riding up..." she replied. Mr. Wonka looked somewhat disturbed, as did Mike and (Y/n).

"No, strike that, reverse it! Let's get on with our day!" Wonka said, then walked over to a small desk-like thing in the room.

"Gloops!" he called out, dinging a bell. The pair came over. Augustus handed him his ticket.

"Oh, mister Wonka, guten tag!" Mrs. Gloop said with a smile.

"Willkommen, Frau Gloop, delighted to meet you." he replied, "And this must be little Augustus! He looks so healthy," he said, not missing a beat.

"He's my tiny little pickle!" Mrs. Gloop said, hugging the boy.

"Hallo!" Augustus exclaimed, then hit the bell on the desk. Wonka shooed his hand away, but he hit the bell again. Wonka took the bell just as Augustus was going to hit it again, and he pulled out a mallet and hit the boy's hand. (Y/n) winced.

Poor boy, she thought. She heard some noise and looked to see Mike laughing.

"Serves him right," she heard him say while still laughing.