As I sat in my secret place, I thought about my dress. I had always wanted to wear a beautiful gown someday, it was my dream. I then found out what to do. In the past, I could draw and design dresses, and that's what I was going to do. As I went to go get a piece of paper, the siren went off. It was factory inspection day, and I had to get out of my secret place. I got out and locked the entrance. "Sorry I'm late."

All the oompas were standing there in order. "Oompa 1?"

"Here."

"Oompa 2?"

"Here."

I hated factory inspection day, it took so long. He took half of the oompas, and I took the other half.

An hour later…

"Oompa 25,000?"

"Present."

Now it was my turn. I went a bit quicker than Wonka, which took 45 minutes. Now it was on to the physical factory inspection. We looked at every room, every machine, every piece of candy and its wrapping.

The very end inspection was for the owners. In the past, Wonka explained to me that he examined himself, since the oompa loompas were not meant for that. That meant that we were to examine each other for wardrobe and appearance. I didn't really care, but he was reluctant.

"I can't."

"It's only an appearance check, you have never minded before! Wait, does this have anything to do with last night?"

"It has everything to do with last night."

"Listen, even though it scares me to know that you had no chocolate, this is strictly for business, not pleasure. Do you understand?"

He understood, he just didn't want me to get upset. I could tell he still didn't want to do it. "Ok, I guess so."

"Alright. Wardrobe check first. Is anything missing?"

"Not that I can see."

"Good. Physical appearance is next. How is my…"

"NO! I can't do this. I just can't."

"Get a grip Wonka! I'm fully dressed, and I tried to put the makeup on lightly. I must advise you to get a hold of yourself." I started to walk away. "By the way, your physical appearance sucks!" I went back to my room.

Oh, I was so mad at him! How could he even think about that on work hours? We didn't have time for him to get all flustered when there was work to be done.

Oh no, not again! Every time I yell at someone I feel extremely guilty. I was really sorry now. The guilt would eat me alive if I didn't do something. I had to make it up to him…

I had the perfect plan to do just that.