The next morning, Charlie from 2005 woke up in a room he shared with his Grandpa Joe that was given to him from another Wonka from 1971. Repeating that sentence in his head made him realize just how strange yesterday ended up being.

The room was fairly decent, if not simple. One large bed big enough for two people and a coffee table with two armchairs in the bedroom, and a sink, shower, and toilet in the small bathroom. Charlie got dressed and quietly snuck out of the room to go explore while Grandpa Joe still snored away.

Charlie made his way back to the Chocolate Room and found Mr. Wonka, the first Mr. Wonka he met yesterday, fiddling with the Great Glass Elevator. "Good morning, Mr. Wonka. How are you today?"

"Oh, hello little bo—ahem, Charlie. Good morning Charlie. And I'm doing well, thank you."

"What are you doing with your Grand Glass Elevator?"

"It's Great Glass Elevator, and I'm trying to figure out how we're going to get back to our proper dimension."

"Isn't there a button that will take us back?"

"Um…no. I should've thought of that, shouldn't I?"

"Well, you invented it, you must know how—"

"No, I didn't invent it; my Oompa-Loompas did. I have no idea how this thing works. Ugh, that's it. We're doomed! We're done for! Now we're stuck in this dimension for the rest of our lives."

"Mr. Wonka, don't think like that. Maybe you just need some help. Why don't you talk to the other Wonka?"

"Mr. Genie? Pah. What help would he be? He doesn't even know what a Great Glass Elevator is, let alone its interdimensional travel function."

"Please do it, for me?"

"Oh, Charlie. Fine, I'll do it for you, but only you. Wait, I don't even know where he is."

"Why don't you ask one of his Oompa-Loompas?" Charlie pointed to one of the midgets with an orange face and green hair that was collecting some of the candy from around the Chocolate Room.

"Ick. If you insist." Willy Wonka walked up to the strange, little worker and asked him with exaggerated syllables, "Excuse me, do you understand the English language?"

"Of course I do," the Oompa-Loompa responded.

"Oh. Ha ha! Um, do you happen to know where Willy Wonka is? I mean, not the Willy Wonka that's me, but the other one?"

"If I had to guess, I'd say he's still in his bedroom. It's still not nine o'clock, which is when he normally gets up."

"Great! Um…could you take me there, please?"

The Oompa-Loompa sighed, "Follow me." The little worker pressed a button that opened a section of the wall with a set of double doors behind it. He slid open the double doors to reveal a golden, rocket-like contraption with large glass windows. He opened the door on the contraption. "Welcome aboard the Wonkavator."

"Uh, you mean the Great Glass Elevator," Wonka said as he stepped inside.

"No, I mean the Wonkavator." The Oompa-Loompa closed the door behind him. "It can go to any—"

"Room in the factory. I know. I have one, too, except it's better."

"Right. Well, let's see here…ah! There it is. 'Wonka's Bedroom'." The Oompa-Loompa pressed the button, causing the Wonkavator to shake around a bit, then blast off to their destination.

Once the Wonkavator came to a complete stop, Willy stepped out and thanked the Oompa-Loompa for the lift. Wonka walked up to a giant set of wooden double doors that supposedly led to the other Wonka's bedroom. Willy knocked ever so hesitantly on the doors.

"Come in," he heard faintly from the other side. Willy pushed open the doors ever so slightly and saw the other Wonka sitting down at a table beside his bed, sipping a cup of tea.

The entire room seemed so strange, even for Willy Wonka. His bed was cut in half, and so was his wardrobe, and his nightstand, and the lamp on the nightstand, and the coffee table he was sitting at, and the chair he was sitting on. The only things that weren't cut in half were Willy Wonka himself and his cup of tea. "Oh, it's you. Is there something you need?" the frizzy-haired Wonka asked.

"Hey, Genie, old pal! Howya doin'?"

"Genie?"

"It's a nickname I came up with for you. Since I called you a genie yesterday and all, the name just stuck."

"No. The name doesn't 'just stick' if this is the first time I've ever heard you use it."

"Well, can I use it?"

"I suppose so. I seem to like the sound of it well enough."

"Yay!" Red coat Wonka clapped his hands rapidly. "Now you give me a nickname! Go on!"

"Well…" Genie took a sip from his tea, "I suppose I could call you Johnny."

"Why Johnny?"

"I don't know. You just look like a Johnny."

"Oh. Okay, then. Johnny it is! Well, I was thinking we should arrange everyone to meet their counterparts. Y'know, get to know them better. Like we're doing right now. How 'bout that?" Johnny asked.

"Hmm, I don't really know. Suppose we could. Yes, I'm sure we could. I'm pretty sure we could. But it might have some messy results."

"They'll be fine. I think they'll have fun meeting a different version of themselves, and they can learn a lot from them, like I have."

"We know what we are, but know not what we may be."

"But there's something else I wanted to talk about."

"Yes?"

"You know my Great Glass Elevator, right? It's kinda like your Wonkavator."

"Right."

"Well, to be honest, I'm not sure how to get back to my own dimension."

"What?"

"Yeah, kinda dumb on my part."

"Well, I can't have you guys living with me forever; we have to find a way to send you back!"

"That's exactly what I wanted you to say!"

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get to that Great Glass Wonkavator!"

"Great Glass Elevator!"

"You know what I mean!"