They soon found themselves standing by an elevator with a glass door and matching glass walls. Mr. Wonka pushed the button next to the door, the door opened, and casually walked inside with everybody right behind him.
"I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner. The Wonkavator is by far the most efficient way to get around this place instead of just walking." He said.
"What's so special about this thing? …Wait, there can't be this many floors." Jeff said, staring at the wall of buttons.
"No so fast, Mr. Smarty Pants." Mr. Wonka said. "This isn't an ordinary up and down elevator, no, no, no. This doesn't go to floors; it goes to any room in the factory we want. It can go sideways, slantways, long ways, and any other ways you can think of. You just push any button up here, and whoosh, you're off!"
Mr. Wonka pushed one of the buttons on the wall and everyone was suddenly hurled through the factory by the elevator; up and down, left and right, side to side. They soon passed by a large snow-covered mountain.
"Gentlemen… and lady, welcome to Fudge Mountain!" Mr. Wonka enthusiastically announced.
Some Oompa-Loompas were seen chipping fudge rocks off the mountain with pickaxes and Mr. Wonka and Charlotte smiled and waved hello to them. The elevator pressed on; it went by a line of pink sheep being sheared by two more Oompa-Loompas.
"Oh! Uh… I'd rather not talk about this one." Mr. Wonka whispered awkwardly.
Charlotte nodded in response while Jeff and Mr. Tellie said nothing. They were soon passing over an infirmary of some sort; the strange thing was that its occupants were the burnt puppets from the entrance to the factory earlier that morning.
"This is the Puppet Hospital and Burn Center. And I must admit… not one of my better ideas."
The next thing they knew, everyone was quickly going down row after row of Oompa-Loompas all sitting at office desks and using type-writers.
"Ah, down here are the administrations offices. Hello, Doris!" Mr. Wonka said to an Oompa-Loompa wearing a frumpy secretary dress and glasses who waved at him and Charlotte.
With a sudden jerk backwards and downwards, everyone passed into a room full of fireworks and explosions where Oompa-Loompas are shooting candy cannons at each other. Jeff looked at everything with a bored expression; it looked like he wasn't enjoying himself at all.
"Why is everything here completely pointless?" He asked.
"Candy doesn't have to have a point, that's why it's candy." Charlotte said, putting her hand on her hip and smiling; Mr. Wonka smiled at her comment.
'Just what Charlie said.' He thought.
"Are you kidding me? It's stupid! Just a big old waste of time." Jeff shouted as he punched Charlotte in the arm.
"Ow!" Charlotte cried as she felt the young boy's tiny fist hit her. "What was that for?"
"You were just getting on my nerves." Jeff replied.
"Jeff!" Mr. Tellie scolded.
"Ugh. Cool it, dad. I'm just stating a fact."
"Not that! You know better than to hit girls!"
Jeff just groaned and rolled his eyes at his father in response.
Mr. Wonka ignored the boy's comments and kept a calm smile on his face. Charlotte, however, couldn't ignore Jeff's constant bullying and taunting of her. Her normal smile turned into a frown and she stared out the translucent wall of the elevator away from everyone else. Mr. Wonka noticed Charlotte's change of mood and he gently turned her around to see Charlotte rubbing the part of her arm where Jeff had punched her and a few tears start to fall from her eyes.
"Charlotte, are you okay?" Mr. Wonka asked worriedly. "You're crying."
"What? Huh? Am I?" She asked, wiping her face to see a few tears staining her finger. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Jeff is just trying to get under your skin. Don't listen to him, okay?" He gently wiped another tear from Charlotte's face.
"Okay." Charlotte replied with a small smile; he smiled back at her.
"Hey! I wanna pick a room!" Jeff said, raising his voice.
"Huh, what? Yeah, yeah whatever. Go ahead." Mr. Wonka said, not turning his attention away from Charlotte.
Jeff rolled his eyes before he looked at the wall of buttons; only one had caught his eye. He pushed it and the elevator zoomed off to the right. It arrived in a white, bright, sterile room, where the Oompa-Loompas were wearing white jumpsuits and protective glasses; it was dubbed the 'Television Room'.
