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Lily looked up from the book that Jenku had given her to read. She saw Willy Wonka coming out from one of the coloured hallways, a thoughtful look on his face.
"Did you find them?" Lily asked.
"Wonka smiled. "Of course! They had gotten lost in one of the hallways - there are so many of them, you see. It's like a maze. I even get turned around sometimes!"
Lily glanced behind him. "But Mr. Wonka, where are they?"
"Not to worry. I had them call their parents to take them home and have a stern talking to. Children should know not to wander through places like factories on their own."
"But now I'll have to walk home on my own," Lily said worriedly.
"Nonsense," Wonka said. "I'll have Jenku drive you. He has a special car with raised pedals. He drives me all the time."
Lily smiled one of her shy smiles. "Thank you, Mr. Wonka."
Wonka smiled back...trying hard not to think of the four trapped girls now being kept in one of the storage rooms, or of the memory-freezing pill he had slipped into Lily's hot chocolate earlier.
"You're absolutely welcome."
One year later…
Lily smiled cheerfully as she led the troop from house to house, no longer regretting her decision to join the Girl Scouts. She knew it had to do with the mysterious disappearance of Samantha and three of the other girls, though she was a little ashamed to think that way. No one knew what had become of them, and when Lily was asked if she knew where they had gone on the day they went missing, she could only say no. To be honest, she couldn't remember anything from that day. But...sometimes she had dreams about climbing over a gate, a kind man in a top hat, and the best hot chocolate she had ever tasted.
Deep in the underground heart of Wonka's factory, the Oompa-Loompa named Jenku walked into Storeroom #473. It was a large space rather like a garage, lit by overhead spotlights and was comfortably air conditioned. There were rows upon rows of shelves, large and small. And on the shelves, there was an odd collection of things. A television set with a screaming girl on the screen, a deep frozen popsicle with a deep frozen girl stuck on it, a girl-shaped package of freeze-dried fruit, and a large, rectangular block of rock-hard candy with a girl's crying face sticking out of it. These, of course, were the Girl Scouts who had broken the rules nearly a year ago after they sneaked into the factory. Jenku felt a pang of sympathy for them, but he also knew that they would be worse off if they were out in the world. They could hurt themselves, and hurt other people in the process. Yes, it was better they were here, under his watchful eye. It would take more time to cure these four of their bad manners and selfish ways, but he was confident it could be done. And the shelves had room for many more...
