You had to face the facts. As brilliant as Willy Wonka was, he was terribly childish. Being in his factory was like being in some crazy funhouse. While that may sound entertaining to some, most adults would think that the man had to grow up. However, no matter what any arrogrant toerag said, Will was fine the way he was. Besides, when you live in a huge factory with nothing but your family and many tiny men, it's good for you to have a friend. Even if that friend is an adult.
One form of how childish Willy was came from the game he decided to play this morning. Little Charlie Bucket walked into the Inventing Room to find his mentor looking up at the celing. On further inspection you could see that stuck way up high were little white mounds.
"Mr. Wonka? What are you looking at?"
"Marshmallows."
"Marshmallows?"
"Isn't it great? I stuck those up there 20 minutes ago and they still won't come down."
"Why would you stick marshmallows on the celing?" Charlie asked.
"It's a game."
Yes, sticking mashmallows on the celing must be real entertainment. Charlie tried to imagine how many other strange things were counted as fun to Willy Wonka. But he usually never questioned anything after being here for so long. So instead of asking him why marshmallows stuck to the celing was so great, he simply said,
"How do you play?"
"It's easy." Willy said. "You just take a marshmallow, lick it, stick it to the celing and then wait."
"Oh." Charlie said. "For what?"
"For it to come down of course!" Willy said. Charlie thought he heard him mutter "Silly boy", but he could of been wrong.
"So you catch it with your...hand?" Charlie asked.
"With your mouth."
"Right."
"Oh look look. I think that one is coming down."
Willy lightly pushed, Charlie. "You catch it."
"Mr. Wonka I am not going to catch a marshmallow in my mouth."
"Stop being a baby."
"I'm not a baby! I just don't want to catch a marshmallow..."
"Baby!" Willy interrupted.
Oh fine. If he was going to be like that they he would do it. Just because he was small didn't mean people could call him the B word. He looked up. A small white mound was coming loose from the celing at that very moment and Charlie fully intended to catch it.
It hung there for a moment, than quickly came down to the ground. And just before fell any further, he caught it in his mouth.
Willy clapped.
"Do I eat it?" Charlie asked.
"Ew. Don't talk with your mouth full."