Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine. But Wendy and Frankie are! Also, there is an allusion to Dr. Seuss in here! You get a hug from Willy if you can find it!

"Bye, Mum."

"Have a nice day a school, Charlie,"

"I will. Bye Mr. Wonka!"

"Catch ya later, alligator." Willy sighed. Charlie had really grown on him, and he wished that Charlie didn't have to go to school. But his parents had insisted. Honestly. Parents.

Looking at his pocket watch, he saw that it was nearly eight. "Thanks for breakfast, Mrs. Bucket. It was great. Guess I'd better be off, too- Charlie and I had this great idea for pencils with taffy erasers, so I thought get started on that-"

"Nearly eight? Hmm. Willy, would you be a dear and see if Wendy's up yet? She's probably got jet-lag, and if she doesn't get up at a decent time her sleeping schedules will be off." Mrs. Bucket smiled at him. "Please? You'd be doing me such a favor…"

Willy really did not want to come in contact with Wendy or the beast any more than he had too, and was about to refuse when he remembered his plan to get Wendy out of his factory ASAP. "Oh, sure, Mrs. Bucket. I'd be glad to wake her up for you," he said gleefully.

"Thanks, Willy, You're a big help."

Willy whistled cheerfully as he started across the Chocolate Room, skipping a bit as he walked. His plan was to make Wendy as miserable as possible. Then, she couldn't possibly want to stay! As an added bonus, he'd get to be as annoying as he liked, a talent he didn't get to exercise nearly enough.

He stopped before the door of the Green Suite. He rapped on the door with his cane, but didn't get a response. Shrugging, he turned the knob and walked in.

True to its name, the Green Suite was…green. The walls, the floor, the furniture…all different shades, but all green. He took a quick look around the room, noting the bags on the floor, and the beast curled up on the foot of the bed. All he could see of Wendy, however, was a hand dangling over the side and a large green lump of covers. He smiled nastily.

The chocolatier began poking the comatose lump with cane. No response. He jabbed the pile of covers hard in the side.

"Unnnnghmmmff…gway…twelmerhars…"

Willy got very close to what he appeared to be the head and took a deep breath.

"WAKEY, WAKEY, EGGS AND BACY!"

He stood back, giggling rather insanely as he watched Wendy leap three feet into the air, covers and all, swinging her pillow around as though she were trying to hit something and yelling about someone named Joey. Frankie had gotten rolled off the bed and howled along with her.

"Where is it? Where'd it go? Did it get Joey?" she sputtered. Willy couldn't speak for laughing. Wendy seemed to regain her senses and remember where she was. Still standing on the bed, she narrowed her eyes at Willy and clutched the pillow in her hands.

"What was that for?" she demanded, scowling at him and trying to look menacing. The intended effect was somewhat dulled by the fact that her hair looked as though she had stuck her finger in a socket, and she was wearing yellow footy pajamas with penguins on them.

He replied in a singsong tone, "Good morningto you, good morning to you. We're all in our places, with sunshiny faces, and this is the way to start a new day! Good morning, good morning, good morning to you!"

Wendy nailed him in the head with the pillow.

"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," he muttered loud enough for her to hear.

"Out! Out! Get out!" she shrieked at him.

He strode out the door, snickering to himself. That went over quite nicely. Go me! he thought. I deserve a pat on the back for that display.

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Back in the Green Suite, however, Wendy was not amused. As she showered and dressed, she was thinking very dark thoughts about the candy maker.

Hmm…that's his game, is it? she thought wryly. Try and make me want to leave? Well, I won't give him that satisfaction. I'll stay here for a while, just to spite him! But I can't let him get away with that trick he pulled earlier…I'll have to get back at him…but how?

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Willy hummed happily as he walked down one of the many hallways in his factory, still quite delighted with Wendy's reaction to her "wake-up call", as he had dubbed it. He was chuckling (yet again) at the memory, when he rounded a corner and saw Wendy, kneeling to converse with one of his Oompa Loompas! How dare she!

Wendy saw him coming and straightened up, smiling. "Why good morning, Mr. Wonka. I was just wondering how I could get to the Bucket's house from here. I know Charlie said to go through the Chocolate Room, but I just don't know where that is. So I stopped to ask for directions…something you, as a man, probably never do." She shot him a sickeningly sweet smile. He scowled in return.

"Don't you want to know who it is you're speaking to?"

"I was under the impression that you were Willy Wonka…"

"Not what I meant…you don't want to know what that is?" he asked exasperatedly, gesturing at the Oompa Loompa. "I mean, most people have never seen an Oompa Loompa before…" he trailed off at her expression. "You're going to tell me you've been to Loompaland, right."

"Oh yes!" she chirped cheerfully, inwardly applauding herself for being one step ahead of Willy. "I came upon it, quite by accident, several years ago. Such a sweet bunch of people…but I suppose you know all about it. How sweet of you to take them in! I made a second stop there, you know, before I went to Brazil…entirely populated by Whangdoodles now, of course…"

Somewhere along the line Wendy had hooked arms with Willy, and he found himself being steered towards the Chocolate Room. He was quite confused. How in the world had she turned the tables on him? And she was still prattling on about something or other. He quickly slid his arm out of her grasp with a barely concealed grimace. Luckily, Wendy didn't seem to notice, yet continued to chatter.

"…So then I said, just boil dog spit, it certainly tastes the same! And it does, let me tell you…nasty stuff, that…"

Willy had lost track of what she was talking about a long time ago. The phrase, "talking you ear off" now had new meaning for him. He stared at her for a moment. Didn't she need to breathe?

But when he opened the doors to the Chocolate Room, he noted with a satisfied smirk that Wendy was struck dumb. Willy then went into his I'm-going-to-impress-you-with-my-amazing-genius tour guide mode, and began to explain the finer points of his spectacular creation and a rather holier-than-thou tone.

(Switch to Wendy's POV)

Yet Wendy hardly heard a word he was saying. Mesmerized by the incredible edible candyland, it took Wendy a moment to realize that Wonka was waving something in front of her face. A leaf, evidently plucked from one of the trees.

"Try it," he said, eyes gleaming with pride at his creation. "Like this." He made helpful snapping motions with his teeth.

Wendy nibbled the edge carefully. To her surprise and delight, it tasted exactly like licorice.

"It's candy!" she exclaimed gleefully.

"Well, duh. The whole room is candy. Bet you've never seen anything like this before, have ya? Even the grass is eatable," he declared proudly.

Wendy frowned. "You mean edible."

"No, I mean eatable."

"But the proper word is edible."

"Sorry, lady, but have you ever made anything as fabtacular as this? Didn't think so. If I want to call it eatable, then I'm not gonna let some grammar nazi stop me. So there!" And with that last childish remark, he stuck his tongue out at her.

"Hmph," muttered Wendy under her breath as Wonka turned abruptly toward the chocolate river. "Well excuse me, you toffee-nosed little…call me grammar nazi, will you?" She trailed off as she stared at Wonka's retreating back. Then she got an idea. An awful idea. Wendy got a wonderful, awful idea.

Barely suppressing a snigger, she crept up behind him. He was now right at the river's edge. Perfect. Swiftly she grabbed his shoulders and thrust him forward with a very loud "BOO!" Just before he toppled into the chocolaty depths, she hauled him back, saving the chocolatier from and unwanted dunking.

But it was too late for his hat.

A/N: Woo! This chapter was giving me a bit of trouble at the beginning, but I really, really enjoyed writing it. I would've had it posted last night, but my dad made me go to bed early, so I handwrote the rest of it. -- As usual, a hug from Willy for those who review! Oh, I also used the word "toffee-nosed" in here…I have Microsoft Word, so I'm constantly using the thesaurus. I was trying to find a better word for "snobby", and it listed "toffee-nosed"! I thought that was hilarious and perfect, so I used it. Anyways, onto the reviews!

From Chapter 1:

RockyHorrorFreak: Thanks!

JillyBean: I took you advice went to that website. Apparently Wendy's not really a Mary Sue, just a strong OC. Go me! Thanks by the way.

From Chapter 2:

Willy Wonka's Sweet Sugar Babe: Oh, I know! And I'm even meaner, messing with his hat!

R. Joy Helvie: Thank you sooo much! I'm really glad you think that. That's the look I was going for, by the way. Your review made me so happy! squeals happily

PucktoFaerie: I'm glad you think it's interesting, and thank you!

Wicked Seraphina: Aww, your reviews make me writhe with joy! Your opinions mean a lot to me. I'm sooo glad that you think Wendy's cool, and that you like Frankie. I don't know about telling people to shove it, though…I'll just take their opinions into consideration when I'm writing Wendy. Gah, yay! I felt better about writing Willy in this chapter, somehow. I'm glad you think I'm doing a good job. And I made him use one of your words!  beams

Time Rowanwood: grin Yes! I'm glad you think Wendy is well written. I do try. And I'm so happy that people are pleased with Frankie. I was at the dog park with my dog once (a not-so-small German Shepard/Rottweiler mix) and she was able to walk under and Irish Wolfhound. I adore big dogs, and I thought Willy might be a bit intimidated by one, so…

Gah, sorry all. The reviews seem to take up so much space, but I love answering them! Please review, it makes me scream with happiness! OH! Before I forget, a big, BIG thanks to my bro, insanepsycho, for reading through this and being my beta! I LOVE YOU MAN!

Chapter 4: Willy get his revenge, Frankie eats, and is that Wendy…on a motorcycle?