Willy brought the gang over to where a large car was waiting for them. It was nothing like they had ever seen before.
"That is some jalopy you have there." Davy said. "Must be a real pain in the bum to get a parking space."
Willy walked around his marvelous vehicle. "Behold the Wonkamobile. A
thing of beauty is a joy forever. Places, please, the dance is about to
begin. Better grab a seat, they're going fast."
"What are they filling it up with Mr Wonka?" Peter asked as they observed some Oompa Loompas filling it up what looked like the gas tank.
"Oh, ginger ale, ginger pop, ginger beer, beer bubbles, bubble-ade,
bubble cola, double cola, double bubble burp-a-cola, and all the crazy
carbonated stuff that tickles your nose. Few people realize what
tremendous power there is in one of those things." Willy explained as they group boarded the strange looking vehicle.
"I'm sorry I asked." Peter said. "This could be a great thing for us."
"Why?" Davy asked.
"Its cheap, always available." Peter responded looking for a seat belt.
"Yeah but Micky will always be drinking it. We'll always be out of gas." Davy said.
"Yea, but Micky won't." Peter smiled.
Davy thought he heard Mike and his mom talking about Slugworth. They looked his way. His mom quickly shut him up.
"What was that about?" He pondered.
"Here we go." Willy said as he started to drive the car. "I'm gonna open her up and see what she can do!"
The car went forward. The minute they were in motion Davy and Peter heard a strange noise coming from the horn like valves they found they were all sitting in front of. All except Willy of course. The strange noise continued until tons of suds erupted from the valves covering all of them. Mike and his mother reacted with shock. Peter smiled and laughed. Davy cringed.
"This is the same thing that happened with that washer once. We never thought it stop." He said to Davy who was frantically trying to rid himself of the bubbles.
"I can't go out on a date with this on me! Its sticky." Davy said. He pointed at something ahead. "Whats that?"
"The Hsawaknow." Willy said.
"Bless you." Peter said.
"Thats Wonkawash backwards." He said as they went through it. By some wonder or miracle on the other side they were dry and suds free.
"I'm dry cleaned." Mikes mother said suddenly less militant about sending Willy a bill.
The Wonkamoble stopped. "We are here."
"Here where?" Davy asked. "We didnt go that far!"
"If god intended us to walk he wouldnt have invented roller skates." Willy said. "Come along. Much attractions still await. So little to do in so much time!" He paused. "Wait, check that. Switch it around.
Now would you all please put these on." They take white coats and
goggles. "We have to be very careful. There's dangerous stuff inside."
"But I look fat in white!" Davy moaned.
"If you don't put it on you can't come." Peter said. "I'm afraid of whats gonna happen next!" Peter whispered to him.'
"Oh all right." Davy moaned. "I'm ready."
Micky and Mike walked along the hallway following the man in dark clothes and the two short people. Micky poked Mike.
"Its the same guy we saw in the alley." Micky said.
"I hope he doesnt think we are spys for Slugworth." Mike mused.
"You know, they say that some people that come in here, never come out." Micky said. Mike glared at him. "Rumors."
"If that is true then why did we bring our friends here?" Mike asked as a door was open.
"Maybe he doesnt know, knowing Peter." Micky said as they walked through a door into a type of office. "Or maybe he does."
The two short people left. They seemed to be a funny color. Not enough sun? Or too much? The man that brought them looked at them.
"Wait here." He said.
"Why?" Mike asked.
"Just wait here." The man replied closing the door.
"Don't make waves." Micky warned.
"Lets just have a seat and do what the man said. Wait." Mike said. They sat down in two arm chairs. They waited for two seconds. "Okay thats long enough." They rose and tried the door. "It's locked."
"Ohhhh Mike." Micky said. "Whats gonna happen?"
"I have no idea." Mike said. "I don't have a clue."
Willy directed them around the bright white room. The Oompa Loompas were dressed in the some outfits they were. Obviously they were working with something very sensitive. There was a tv and what looked like a large video camera.
"My very latest and greatest invention." Willy said. "Wonkavision."
"Its tv!" Mike said. Davy nodded. From what he saw on on the news Mike loved his tv and western shows. He should know a tv when he sees one.
Willy was trying to explain the concept of tv and how worked.
"Now I suppose you all know how ordinary television works. You
photograph something and--" Willy started out.
"Sure, I do. You photograph something, and then the photograph is split
up into millions of tiny pieces, and they go whizzing through the air
down to your TV set where they're all put together again in the right
order." Mike happly added. Willy looked at him and nodded.
"You know you should open your mouth a little wider when you speak." He said. "So I said to myself why not try it with a bar of chocolate?" He pointed at a large chocolate bar on a platform in front of the large video camera. "I will send this across the room into that tv. It has to be large because it ends up smaller." He explained.
"Do you get cable on that?" Davy asked. Peter poked him.
"We are about to see the future in action." Peter mumured.
"Future, smuture. I would take the candy bar, as is!" Davy said.
"Put your goggles on!" Willy said. "We dont want any unforseen accidents." He said. All put their goggles on. "Lights, camera, action!"
A big white flash surrounded the room. As quickly as it appeared, it was gone.
"You can take off your goggles." He said.
"Wheres the chocolate?" Peter asked.
"Up there in a million pieces." Willy pointed up. "Watch the screen." The candy bar, now in its normal size, appeared on the screen. "Take it."
"Its just a picture." Mike replied. "You cant touch a picture."
"This one you can." Willy said. "Take it. Its delicious. Its just smaller."
Davy took the bar from the tv.If Mike TeeVee wasnt gonna take it, he was. He unwrapped it and tasted. "Its real all right."
"Its great." Peter said.
"Can you send anything over it?" Davy askeds giving Peter a small taste.
"Just about." Willy said.
"How about people?" Mike asked his eyes getting big.
"People?" Davy asked.
"I don't think so. Not yet." Willy said.
"I think it could!" Mike said running over to the platform. Peter almost gagged on his chunk of candy.
"Mike you get away from that thing!" His mother said.
"See?" He whispered.
"Stop, don't, come back . . ." Willy muttered, not putting hardly any effort in it. Peter and Davy looked at each other.
"Look at me! I'm gonna be the first boy sent by television!" Mike prudly proclaimed. He put his goggles on. Almost robotically, the others put theirs on too. "Lights camera, action!" He called out. The Oompa Loompas threw a switch. There was a bright flash.
"Mike where are you?" His mom called out.
"Up there, in a million pieces." Peter said.
"Mike are you there?" She called out.
"No good shouting here." Willy said. "Watch the screen. It took a moment or two but Mike finally appeared on the screen. He casually walked about, as if this was an everyday thing.
"Am I coming in clear?" Mike said.
"Oh my." Mikes mom said.
"Don't worry about a thing mom. I feel fine. I'm famous! A tv star! Wait till the kids at home find out." He shouted. It was the only way he could be heard.
"Nobodys gonna hear!" She said grabbing Mike by the scruff of his tiny neck. She plopped him into her purse, despite his many protests.
"Do something." She said to Willy.
"Children are very flexible. I can put him in my taffy pulling machine and he will be back to normal." Willy promised.
"Taffy??" Mikes mom moaned.
He gave the purse to an Oompa Loompa. "To the taffy pulling room. He is in there, but be careful." He said. Peter and Davy could see Mike moving around in the purse.
"I think they made a movie bout that once." Davy said. "Wasnt that good."
"No I won't hold you responsible." He quietly said to him. Mikes mom make a squeeky sound. Probably still trying to get over the "taffy pull" he mentioned. "No, no, don't speak. For some moments in life there are no wrds. Run along now." He said as Mikes mom was led away. "Adieu, adieu. Parting is such sweet sorrow."
"Now what?" Peter asked Davy. "We're the only ones left." He noted while the Oompa Loompas performed a song about excessive tv watching.
"I guess we'll see." Davy said as Willy left the room.
They followed him down a hallway till they got to an office. They stood outside the door.
"So much to do, so much to do, invoices and bills, letters . . . I must
answer that note from the queen." Willy said to himself.
Davy made a coughing noise. It did nothing to draw his attention.
"Willy, whats gonna happen to them." Peter asked. "The other guys."
"My dear boy, I promise you they'll be quite all right. When they leave
here, they'll be completely restored to their normal, terrible old
selves. But maybe they'll be a little bit wiser for the wear. Anyway,
don't worry about them." Willy said brushing off the question like it was an annoying bug.
"But now what do we do?" Davy asked.
"Oh, yes, well I hope you had a good time. Excuse me for not showing you out. Straight up the stairs.You'll find the way. I'm terribly busy.
Whole day wasted. Goodbye to you both. Goodbye." He said.
"Did we do something wrong?" Peter asked as they left the area of the office.
"I don't know, but we're gonna find out." Davy said as they entered the office.
As they entered they noticed that everything was cut in half. It was a strange decor for an office but Davy figured it was par for course for such a strange man.
"Willy?" Peter started out.
"What about the chocolate? We're the last ones standing. We should get something for our time and trouble. After all," Davy said. "We drove all the way here on our last few bucks worth of gas. I don't think you are doing good by Petah, your number one fan, by making us leave empty handed.What does he get?"
Willy turned to them. "He gets nothing."
"Nothing?" Peter asked quietly.
"Why not?" Davy asked.
"He broke the rules." He said. "You both drank fizzy lifting drinks, rose to the ceiling, which now has to be sterilized!" He explained. He pointed at the contract, which they could barely read, that was in the foyer earlier. " Under Section Thirty-Seven B of the contract signed by
him it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void
if--and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy: "I, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein
and herein contained, et cetera, et cetera . . . fax mentis incendium gloria culpum, et cetera, et cetera . . . memo bis punitor delicatum!" It's all there, black and white, clear as crystal! You stole Fizzy Lifting Drinks. You bumped into the ceiling which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you get nothing! You lose! Good day, sir!"
"You're a crook!" Davy said. "And a mean guy! You bring up everyones hopes and then dash them to pieces.."
"I said good day!"
"Come on Petah." Davy said. "We don't want to be here with this jerk. If slugworth wants a Gobstopper, then I say hes gonna get one."
Davy went out the door in a huff. Peter looked sadly upon Willy and put something on the counter. "Here you go Willy. I don't want it anymore. You might want to hose it off though. It's been in Davys mouth." Peter said and turned away. Willy looked up and lightly touched the Gobstopper.
"So shines a good deed in a weary word." He said. "My boy you won!"
"Won?" Peter said.
"Won?" Davy said poking his head in. "Have you lost your bird?"
"I don't know anything about a bird, but hes a winner!" Willy said.
"You did it, I knew you would. Forgive me, both, for what I did. I just had to see. Come in Mr Wilkinson, and bring our guests!"
A man walked through the door in black.
"Slugworth!" Peter said.
"This is Mr Wilkinson, he worked for me." Willy said. Peter and Davy looked at each other.
"Worked?" Davy asked.
"I had to test you and you passed!" Willy said as Micky and Mike came in the room shortly after.
"Don't tell me you lot worked for him too?" Davy asked.
"We followed him in." Micky said.
"It was getting real boring in the car!" Mike said. "Can you blame us?"
"Not one bit." Peter said who up till then wished he was in the car.
"Peter wins the chocolate." Willy said.
"All of it?" Peter said eyes widening.
"Uh oh. Looks like we have to learn to make chocolate soup." Mike said.
"It'll supplement our Root beer soup recipe." Micky said.
"That's just the beginning. We have to get on, we have to get on; we
have so much time, and so little to do. Strike that. Reverse it. This way please. We'll take the Wonkavator." Willy said.
"Wonkavator? Looks like an ordinary elevator." Mike said.
"Its a wonkavator." Willy said. "Everyone get on." They quickly got insie. It was larger inside, opposite of the way it looked outside. "You can go up and down and sideways."
"And frontways?" Peter asked.
"And squareways and every amount of ways." Willy said. "I've pushed all but one button." He said. "Go on, push it."
Peter looked at the guys. Mike had a fearsome "no!" look in his face.
"All righty then." Peter said pushing the button. It went straight up and went faster and faster.
"Wheee!" Peter said.
"Why are we going so fast?" Micky asked.
"We need to punch through the ceiling." Willy said.
"But we'll be cut to ribbons." Mike said.
"Maybe." Willy said. "Here we go!"
The Wonkavator burst through the ceiling, thankfully not harming the Wonkavator or anyone in it.
"Wow!" Micky said as they rose. "I can see some of Davys girlfriends from there."
"If they are approaching the factory with torches, I'm in trouble." Davy said.
"Did you like your tour of the factory?" Willy asked Peter.
"I love it!" Peter exclaimed.
"Then its yours!" Willy said. Peter looked at him with a "what?" face. "Its all yours if you want it. " He said. "I can't go on forever and I dont want to try." He said. So, who can I trust to run the factory when I leave and take care of the Oompa Loompas for me? Not a grownup.A grownup would want to do everything his own way, not mine. That's why I decided a long time ago I had to find a child. A very honest, loving child to whom I can tell all my most
precious candy making secrets. Ok so you are a grownup but I can tell you are the right one for the job."
"Thats why you sent out the tickets." Mike said.
"Suddenly I'm glad noone else got it." Davy said.
"Me too." Peter said.
"The factory is yours. You can move right in if you want." Willy said.
Peter smiled. "But what about my..."
"Your friends can move in too." Willy said.
"Great." Davy said. "We can teach the Oompas some new songs!"
"And Peter." Willy said.
"Yes?" Peter asked as they floated above the town.
"Don't forget what happened to the man who got everything hes always wanted." Willy said.
"What?" Davy said.
"He lived happily ever after." Willy smiled.
Peter smiled and looked over the factory. They sat up ther for a while.
"Thats all well and nice." Mike said with his eyes closed. "But how do we get down?"
