Behind the door was a magnificent room filled with candy and chocolate, and chocolate, and other crap that is probably edible. The grils looked around eagerly at the room.

"All the candy we could ever eat, wow I would get fat if I wasn't on swim team," said Sarra in a half whisper as she stared at the chocolate river.

"Yeah, this was exciting at first, but now I couldn't care less," said Rachael who had taken to poking a nearby lollipop tree.

"Care less? Dude... It's candy," said Sabrina.

"True, screw my last idea," replied Rachael. Willy looked at the five teenagers in intrest. He had forgotten what it was like to be a teenager, partly because he hadn't lived his teenage years like everyone else. They seemed so full of life, so happy one minute, then bored or unhappy the next. They seemed to be a maze of emotions, inside jokes, and witty remarks. Willy wasn't sure he liked that, at least not yet.

"Everything in this room is edible." said Willy with a wide grin on his face.

"Ok...we're in highschool. Don't you think we already figured that out?" asked Elise as she grabbed some of the grass, studied it, and took a small bite out of it.

"Oh, well, I was expecting little kids you know. I had this all written out on script," replied Willy, showing them the script.

"How origional," scoffed Sarra as she read some of the cheesy lines on the script.

"Dude...you need some sexy dialoge," commented Sabrina. By the looks of it, she was coming up with sexy dialoge for him.

"Sexy dialoge?" asked Willy with a strange look on his face. He barely knew what sexy dialoge was.

"Sure, sexy dialoge. You can't have a ood script without some sexy dialoge," replied Sabrina smugly.

"I don't think he knows what that is," said Jamie.

"Oh dear," Sarra said, her eyebrows furrowed. "We will have to fix that."

"Uh...maybe we should skip this portion of the tour," said Willy as he turned to walk away.

"Now, just one minute, we've gotta teach you some very important life lessons including sexy dialoge, that will help you later on in life," said Sarra. Willy stopped dead in his tracks. No one had ever bothered to care about helping him succeed in life. Maybe teenagers were better than little kids. He quickly turned and walked back to where the girls had formed a circle. They seemed to him to be whispering about something, but in fact, they were just standing there, acting like your every average day teenager.

"You called?" asked Willy, a wide smile on his face.

"What are you so happy about?" asked Elise as she eyed him suspiciously.

"Why do you care?" interjected Jamie before Willy could answer.

"Because, its suspicious when people look too happy," replied Elise.

"Did it ever occur to you that he could be on prozac?" asked Sarra.

"Why would a chocolatier need to be on prozac? You'd think that the candy would put them on a suger high forever," offered Rachael. Willy tried his best not to laugh. He was really wondering who would be his heir. He was sad now that some of them would have to be "killed off" not litterally, but you know. Then another idea came to him.

"Ok, I'm getting sick and tired of this freaking contest. So, you all win, and you all get to live with me here at the factory!" exclaimed Willy throwing his hands in the air. The girls stood there looking at him blankly. All fights had ended.

"What about school?" asked Jamie.

"Or sports?" asked Rachael.

"Or wind orchestra?" asked Elise.

"Or private lessons?" asked Sabrina.

"Or our families and other extra curricular activities?" asked Sarra.

"Screw them all!" exclaimed Willy happily.

"No, I would never give up music, maybe swimming, but not music," said Sarra, with a slight stomp of her foot.

"I wouldn't give up music or volleyball," said Rachael, who was now glaring at Willy.

"I don't think any of us would give up music," said Jamie who seemed to be looking for her clarinet.

"None of us would give up school either," added Sabrina.

"None of us would reluctantly give up our families," said Elise.

Willy frowned. This was not the reaction he had wanted. He supposed he could take them to all their activities, and to visit their families, but what about school? That would take too much time. "Fine, I'll take you to all your activities, and to visit your families, but not school, that is a waste of time," said Willy hotly, as if school had done him some great personal wrong.

"Well, as soon as most of us can drive, we can take ourselves to these places," said Sabrina who was happy that she soon would get her permit.

"Don't worry about driving too much," said Willy, as if it were an afterthought. "Do you except my offer?"

"We have to go to school," said Sarra who didn't want to miss out on her first year in highschool.

"Fine, but you'll have to come home early if I come to pick you guys up early," replied Willy who seemed a little less reluctant than before.

"Deal," said Sarra, shaking his hand before any of them could protest. After the tour Willy took them up to their rooms.

"What did he mean by not worrying about driving?" asked Sabrina in alarm.

"I don't know," replied Elise.