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Revenge is Sweet…and Sticky!Wendy turned to her nephew. "Charlie my boy, I'm going to need some help in order to get my revenge. I'm going to need someone who knows this factory like the back of their hand. I'm going to need someone who can get me into places I shouldn't be in. I'm going to need someone who won't tip off Mr. Wonka as to what I'm doing. Charlie, do you think you're up to being that someone?" She looked at him expectantly with a mad grin on her face.
Charlie thought about it. "Well, alright," he said slowly, "but if Mr. Wonka asks me to help him, I'm going to say yes."
"Good lad! I can deal with that." Wendy slung an arm around his shoulder. "Ok, Charlie love, do you know where Wonka's room is?"
Charlie was beginning to look distinctly uneasy. "Aunt Wendy, you're not going to do anything dangerous or, you know, illegal, are you?" he asked.
"Of course not, my dear!" Wendy assured him. "My good friend Virginia and I pulled this one on a teacher, way back when I was in school. Mind you, he deserved it." She got a far-off look in her eyes. "Good times, good times. But where were we? Ah yes, Wonka's room…?"
Charlie, who was quite used to his aunt's ramblings, cleared his throat. "Yes, Mr. Wonka's room. I do know how to get there. Um, but we'll have to take a rather…unusual mode of transportation. And for the record, you might want to hold on."
"Hold on? Wait, Charlie, what do you mean by that?"
"You'll see."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWendy stumbled out of the Elevator. Charlie reached out a hand to help steady her.
"Are you all right, Aunt Wendy? Sometimes people are little…disoriented after their first trip." His mother, for one. She hadn't liked the ride at all.
"Oh, I'm fine Charlie. In fact, I thought it was rather fun, like a roller coaster. Of course, after flying in intense wind conditions, I think I can handle just about anything." Wendy smiled brightly.
Charlie shook his head incredulously. She would think it was fun. "Well, anyways, that's the door to his room." He pointed to a huge mahogany door. "Sometimes we brainstorm in his living room. He locks it, though, so you might need a key, and I'm not sure if I can get you one."
"Pssh. I can get in, I'm sure. Now, is there a staircase around here, Charlie darling? I think it might be easier than the way we came up," she said, studying the lock on the door.
"There's one just down the hall, I think."
"Good! Well, let's hop back in that marvelous contraption. I'm going to need some equipment for this prank." She grinned wickedly. "I haven't done anything like this in years! Oh, this is going to be good, Charlie. You just wait and see."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKneeling by Wonka's door with a paperclip, a bobby pin, and a metal shish kabob stick, she finally heard a snick, signifying that her makeshift lock pick had worked. Wendy checked her glow-in-the-dark monkey watch. Twelve thirty a.m. She needed to get a move on.
Picking up her bag of supplies, she suppressed a snigger and crept into Wonka's Navy Blue Living Room. She saw three doors leading into other rooms, and tried the one on the left first. Orange Study. The next door led to a Hot Pink Bathroom. Wendy sincerely hoped she wouldn't go blind.
And what's behind door number three, she thought as she approached the third and final door.
It was, as she had suspected, Wonka's Purple Bedroom. In the middle of the room, sleeping peacefully in an enormous purple-blanketed bed, was the chocolatier himself. Wendy bit her lip to keep from laughing as she noticed that he had one thumb in his mouth and the other arm wrapped around a battered teddy bear.
Like a little angel, she thought affectionately. Wait, what am I saying? This man drugged my dog! Shaking her head, she pulled out her pranking materials and got to work.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWilly opened his eyes and stretched luxuriously. Ah, another bee-ay-yootiful mornin'! he thought contentedly. He got up and pulled him velvet black dressing gown on over his purple silk pajamas, then stepped into his bunny slippers.
"And yet," he speculated, "something seems off…but what?" Shrugging, he walked over to his wardrobe and flung the doors open.
Or tried to, anyway.
"What the– why won't you open!" he growled, tugging at the doors. But they refused to budge.
"Weird," he mumbled and padded into his bathroom. Nothing else seemed off as he attended to his morning duties, until he went to turn on the hot water in the shower and the handle wouldn't move.
"Gah! This is really starting to annoy me!" he shouted at it. So he had to make do with a cold shower, which made him especially grumpy.
His bad mood only worsened when he found that he could lift neither his toothbrush nor his toothpaste from the counter, and the cabinet doors in his bathroom wouldn't open. He kicked them, which only resulted in several stubbed toes along with horrible morning breath.
"I'll get to the bottom of this, just you wait," he hissed. Willy stalked back into his bedroom and located his purple latex gloves, his cane, and his hat (which he had cleaned and was now good as new). Even if he couldn't change out of his pajamas, he could still look impressive.
But after he had slipped on his gloves and picked up his cane, however, he felt as thought something was wrong. Realization dawned on him when he tried to let go of his cane and found that he couldn't. It was stuck to his gloved hand.
"Aaargh!" he screamed out in rage. Willy tried to fling the cane from his grasp, but it only flew around and hit him in the head.
"Gosh-darnit," he mumbled, rubbing his head. "Ow…" He figured this was probably Wendy's revenge. Well, he'd just track her down and tell her to fix it. Yeah, that's what he'd do! He sauntered out into his living room…and stopped dead in his tracks.
All his living room furniture was still there, exactly the same, unharmed…but it was all on the ceiling.
He didn't say anything. Just stared.
"Huh," he pondered rather absentmindedly, "I wonder how she managed to do that all by her self…"
He shook his head and carefully walked across the room to the front door, eyeing his furniture suspiciously. As good a prankster as Wendy might be, she still had to pay.
With his free hand, Willy grasped the doorknob firmly and opened the door. Luckily, this one was not stuck shut.
But as he tried to let go of the doorknob to leave the room, he found the he couldn't. His hand was stuck fast to the knob, and no amount of tugging would get his hand loose. The chocolatier sighed and seated himself as comfortably as he could and hoped that sooner or later, someone would come along to rescue him.
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THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
"It's open," Wendy called.
Charlie burst through the door. "Aunt Wendy," he asked, exasperated, "do you think you could come free Mr. Wonka? It's just that he has work he needs to do…"
Wendy set down her notebook the she had been scribbling away in and stuck her pen in her hair. "Of course, Charlie. I would be happy to assist your friend in his little…predicament. Just let me grab a few supplies first." She pulled a garish lime green dressing gown on over her footy pajamas and picked up a plastic grocery bag. "Lead the way, love."
They took the Elevator up to Wonka's rooms, and found quite an odd selection of people gathered around the stuck candy maker. Grandpa's Joe and George, Sarah, and several random Oompa Loompas were trying various ways to unstick Willy.
"I say we just tie a rope around him and pull really hard," Grandpa George suggested brightly as Wendy meandered through the crowd. She glanced at the normally pristine Mr. Wonka sitting uncomfortably on the floor, one hand apparently clutching his cane, the other a doorknob.
"Well, I really don't know what you want me to do about it," she mumbled to the onlookers. She began to edge away from the assembled group when a hand snaked out and grasped her firmly by the ear. Wendy yelled out in pain.
"Ow! Dad, let go! That hurts!" she yelped as Grandpa Joe gave the ear a particularly painful twist.
"Young lady, I think you'd better let Mr. Wonka loose," he told her sternly. "You are acting very immature right now." Wendy flushed bright red and stuck out her tongue at Sarah, who was trying not to smile.
"Alright, fine," she grumped. She walked up to the door and inspected her handiwork. Willy eyed her warily as she examined the hand that was glued to the doorknob.
"Hmm…Mr. Wonka, have you considered removing your gloves?" she asked curiously. He scowled at her. "I would have thought it was the obvious thing to do," Wendy continued, smirking as Willy slid his hands out of his gloves.
"So how do I fix the rest of my room, huh?" Willy asked spitefully, trying to recover some lost dignity.
"Quite easy, my dear." Wendy held up her bag of supplies. "You see, cyanoacrylate is an acrylic resin that sets up fast, often in less than a minute. A normal bond reaches full strength in two hours, and is waterproof. Acetone is a commonly available solvent for cured cyanoacrylate. So all we need to do is dissolve the cyanocrylate with some acetone, which I happen to have here in my bag."
Her little speech was met with blank stares from everyone except Mr. Wonka.
"You're telling me you superglued all my stuff together?" he asked. "So what you've got in your bag is…"
"Ordinary nail polish remover, as acetone is often its primary or only component." She shot him a smile. "What a smart boy. I've got three bottles. Hope it's enough. Have fun!" With that, Wendy gave him the bag with the nail polish remover in it and skipped off. Willy glared at her retreating back.
"Puh-lease. If she thinks a little superglue can stop the great Willy Wonka, she's got another think coming," he muttered darkly. He turned to the Oompa Loompas and handed them the bag. "Ok, I want you guys to go around my room and unstuck all my stuff that that evil, bossy, rude lady glued together, 'kay?" The Oompa Lompas bowed and began their work.
Willy Wonka pondered how he would get his revenge on Wendy. Do something to Frankie? No, he'd already done that. Motorcycle? No, too easy. Suddenly, he got a flash of inspiration. Had there been a light bulb suspended over his head, it would have lit up.
"That's it!" he said triumphantly. He grabbed Charlie by the arm and pulled him in the Elevator. "Come on, Charlie, I'm gonna need your help for this one."
Charlie rolled his eyes. Adults could be so immature.
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"I don't know…" Charlie whispered.
"Aw, come on, Charlie," Willy pleaded. "You helped her, now you have to help me!" He pouted, looking extremely like a seven year old. "Please?" he asked with puppy dog eyes.
Charlie sighed. "Fine. Just…be careful. This plan is kind of risky…" he said worriedly.
"But that's what makes it so fun!" Willy said enthusiastically with an insane smile on his face. "And it's just a little hair, not like a finger or anything." Willy rapped on Wendy's door and ran off, leaving Charlie to complete Part One of his plan. Charlie gulped apprehensively as his aunt opened the door.
"Charlie! What a nice surprise," Wendy said, holding a pad of paper and a pen. "What can I do for you, dear?"
"Would you like to come visit the taffy room with me? I know it's one of your favorites," he said with a smile, pulling off the part of the innocent little boy perfectly.
"Why, of course I would! That's so sweet of you to offer, Charlie." She beamed at him and took his arm. "To the taffy room!"
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"Wow!" Wend exclaimed, staring at the giant machines. "I've never seen taffy being made before. It's very interesting."
"I'm glad you like it, Aunt Wendy." Charlie glanced at Mr. Wonka, who was next to the levers that controlled the taffy-pullers. Willy gave Charlie a little wave.
"Oh, Aunt Wendy, I, um, need to go to…the Inventing Room, to do…something," he invented quickly. "Will you be able to find your way back?"
"I'm sure I'll be fine, dear," Wendy assured him. She leaned back against a machine that was not currently in use and smiled as her nephew scampered off.
What a sweet boy, she thought fondly. She heard a loud noise issuing form the taffy-puller behind her and jumped. She tried to turn around, but found that she couldn't, as the taffy machine was yanking and pulling her hair.
"Ow!" she screeched at the top of her lungs, trying to free her ponytail. The taffy-puller, she noticed vaguely, had been shut off again, but by this point she was dangling several feet above the ground, suspended by her hair. Wendy heard a weird giggle coming from her left and twisted her head painfully to take a look.
"Let me down! Help me!" she screamed at him.
Willy Wonka stood there, not doing anything, just giggling.
After about five minutes (during which she screamed at him at the top of her lungs and he stood there laughing), he called an Oompa Loompa over and whispered some instructions. The Oompa Loompa nodded and crawled up on top of the machine with a pair of scissors clutched in his hand.
"Wait! Wait! What are you doing?" Wendy shrieked when she saw the scissors. "Don't you dare– "
But the Oompa Loompa had already snipped off about three inches. No longer suspended by her hair, Wendy crumpled to the floor, panting.
Willy Wonka could hear her furious screams halfway across the factory. He grinned wickedly.
"Well done, Willy, well done," he congratulated himself. "That really showed her!" Whistling cheerfully, he skipped into the Chocolate Room, feeling on top of the world.
A/N: Wow! Long chapter. And guys, I am soooo sorry about the delay. I had writers block last week, then I was in New York for four days (woohoo) then I came back and wrote this! Yay! The pranking war is over, but I've got something fun, planned…fun for us, anyway… snickers evilly Read, review! I want your opinions! I have heard a rumor that replying to reviewers in the story is against the rules, is this true? I have heard anything official yet, so I'll continue. Speaking of reviews– REVIEW!
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