I was wondering what to say but figured there really isn't anything much to explain why this idea came into my head. . . so just enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Angel and the basic idea for the whole story belongs to Roald Dahl, meaning (if you hadn't guessed) "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory." The songs are from the movie, I only changed the words to fit the characters and the situation. The only things I own is the owner of the Magic Factory and the mice.

Songs are in italics.

Thoughts are in bold and italics.

Notes, such as these, are in plain bold. DUH.

Chapter One – The Magenta Invitation

It was a seemingly normal day at the Hyperion Hotel for Angel Investigations. The day being seemingly normal is never usually a good thing. Cordelia was taking her time in re-reorganizing the files in the many cabinets and she yawned discontentedly.

She never wanted something to go wrong this badly in her life. At that time, Angel and Wesley came scuffling out of Angel's office and Gunn and Fred made their way down the stairs.

"Any calls?" Angel sighed, straightening a pen on the tabletop.

"No. You think if there was I would be standing here?" she glared at her friend.

"We really do need money." Gunn pointed out and Cordelia looked to Angel with an "I-told-you-so" look that deemed unnecessary.

"Well. . . I don't know what to say." Angel shrugged and Wesley took a step forward, finding this an appropriate time to say what was on his mind.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat to get the attention of the group. It turned out that the throat clearing was not needed as everyone had focused on him when he stepped forward.

"Yes, Wesley?" Cordelia asked, annoyance perking in her voice while Wesley took quite a long pause.

"During some research I discovered that a ways off in Los Angeles there is a seemingly abandoned factory. But actually, inside there is a magic factory." Wesley smiled happily and placed his hands behind his back.

"Meaning what?" Gunn pressured.

"Meaning we have to go shut it down, right?" Fred suggested and Wesley nodded before continuing.

"It's evil magic. Black magic. The owner is supplying that black magic items to demons all over."

"So, what? We just bust the door down?" Angel questioned Wesley as to how they planned to get inside. Wesley's smiled became quickly downcast.

"That's the problem. You need to be invited to take a tour of the factory. The invitations are rare."

"How rare?" Angel asked, hoping his friend was exaggerating the word "rare". Wesley sighed and bit the inside of his cheek before answering.

"Only one group gets asked. . . a year."

"A YEAR!" Cordelia squeaked. "With our luck, the tour happened last month." She rolled her eyes.

"Actually, I checked and the tourists are being chosen this month so we have a chance yet!" Wesley smiled again but it didn't convince Cordelia one bit. Fred turned from the group to pick up the mail that had just been slipped through the mail slot.

Fred carried it back to the counter and tossed it down. She rested her glasses on her nose and began to sort through the mess. At the bottom of the pile was a shiny, magenta envelope.

"Wow." Was all she said before handing it to Angel. Angel sniffed it and then stopped realizing how stupid that must have looked. He lifted the flap and pulled out the piece of paper inside, which was also magenta. The writing was bright green and very curly.

It was frustrating to try and read, but read it Angel did. And here's what it said:

"Howdy, hello! I, Janice Beatrice, am pleased to announce you

and four friends are invited to take a tour of my magic factory!

I will be conducting the tour myself on March 27 right at 10:13 am.

Be on time or I will be forced to curse you.

With gypsies.

See you soon!"

Angel lowered the paper from his eyes and scanned his friends faces. A couple looked eager while the rest looked disinterested.

"March 27th is tomorrow." Fred whispered. Everyone was silent a moment more.

"Well, that's convenient." Angel sighed.

How do you like so far? No flames, those make me sad.