"Excuse me Mrs. Wonka, but while I was cleaning the yard, I found this back by the woods. Do you know where it came from?" oompa 642 stood there holding pieces of glass and the neck of a bottle, wet with wine.

"Actually, I am the one responsible for that. I threw it off of the roof last night because I was so mad. I'm sorry that you had to clean up the mess that I made, but I was really upset."

"It's ok; I got it cleaned up already. How is Mr. Wonka doing? Is he alright?"

"Yes, actually he is quite alright. He is feeling quite a bit better after I gave him some aspirin and coffee… but he is still in bed. I think he just wants me to take care of him some more. I think he is fine now."

"Bridget!"

"Well, duty calls. He probably wants his pillow fluffed or something."

The oompa started to giggle. "I've never heard anybody put it that way before."

"You need to stay away from Gates."

I walked into his room, and there he was, just lying there looking rather pitiful. "Yes, your highness?"

"Can you help me?"

"What do you need?" I went over to his bed and stood there with my hands on my hips looking purposely annoyed.

"Come down here." He pointed to the floor.

I knelt beside him, and he smiled as I did this. All of a sudden, he sat up and grabbed me, pulling me towards him with one quick movement. Then he kissed me, and he really wouldn't stop. I couldn't move though, so I was stuck there. Once he let me go, (about 30 seconds later) he lay back down and closed his eyes.

"Well?"

"Oh, that's all I needed, thank you."

I walked out, and went to work by myself. We were quite laid back after the wedding plans and the wedding itself. He couldn't do everything by himself, so we were quite behind. I went over to the wrapping machine, and set it so it would wrap the largest chocolate bars we made. These were the hardest, because the machine got jammed up a lot.

As I stood there, watching as each bar fell into it, I was joined by 2 oompas who were there to help me. About 2 hours elapsed, and we had 10,000 bars wrapped. Now it was on to the truffles. We sat on chairs and filled them with various crèmes for about an hour, and we completed 1050 of them. Meanwhile, there were oompa loompas boxing up the chocolates and stacking the boxes.

I had the entire factory running by myself, and I felt really good about it. Every once in a while I would go into Wonka's room and visit him. Just as I suspected, he was just fine. He just wanted to be taken care of. (By me) I didn't really mind though, since I knew he would pay me back later.