I. Am. Dead.

After a bought of pulling, tugging, and trying to gnaw her way through the thick metal bars, Misty finally had given up in her quest of getting out, and instead decided on trying to find a way in.

"Hello?!" she called, only to hear her voice echo in the empty grounds. She slowly began to walk towards the front of the building, feeling smaller and smaller as she did so, eyes looking up at the huge smoking factory stacks.

"Is anyone-" Her left foot touched the first step, only to recoil as she jumped back, the entrance opening up to reveal many puppets that would have reminded her of something from Disneyland- if she had ever been to Disneyland.

Lights shone as corny music with many unison voices sang a rather interesting song as the puppets rotated around.

"Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, the amazing chocolateer, Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, everybody give a cheer! He's modest, clever, and so smart, he barely can restrain it. With so much generosity, there is no way to contain it, to contain it, to contain it, to contain, to contain...to contain... Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, he's the one that you're about to meet. Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, he's a genius who just can't be beat. The magician and the chocolate whiz, the best darn guy who ever lived, Willy Wonka here he is!"

An empty red velvet chair with gold trim and a golden W on the top rose from the floor, moment before sparklers appeared and the puppets began to light on fire, till soon the ever repeating song melted away, just like the puppet's faces.

She stood there a mix of shock and confusion sweeping over her face.

"After all these years and the puppets still manage to catch on fire..."

"What?" she turned her head quickly to the side, only to see, once again, no one there.

"I am going insane..." she muttered to herself, but before she could get any farther into her thoughts, a high pitched 'toungey' sound came from ahead of her. She whipped her head around to look ahead, only to see the strange little man once again, standing on the velvet chair, holding up her messenger bag with a sly grin across it's face.

Anger took over her emotions again, as she knew no matter how loud her head was screaming to go back, she couldn't. She desperately needed to get back her bag- something was in it that nobody should see but her.

"Give it back!" she exclaimed, as she began running towards the thing between walls of smoldering puppets, only to have it jump down and dash off into the factory.

And, of course, she followed it.

"I am so dead, I am so dead, I am so dead..." was probably the only thought going through her head as she dashed into the large room with the plush carpet.

She blinked.

And once again the strange man was gone.

The teenager skidded to a stop once more, as her eyes darted across the huge ceiling of a large room that seemed to be a little on the warm side.

"Ohhhh crap, where is he... it... he? If anyone sees me, they're never going to believe me! I am so dead... Just bring out the shackles and the black and white jump suits..."

But before she could imagine a worse fate, another one of those odd 'toungey' sounds reached her ears.

And there- standing towards the end of the room, holding up her messenger bag was the same little man who seemed to run with the speed of a rocket ship.

She took a step towards him, eyes full of desperation. "No, you don;t understand... you have to give that back. Please? I really, really need it..."

But the little man just smiled once more and with a slight wave, ran off into another room at the end of the hall that seemed that even it would have trouble fitting through.

"Not again..." she whispered, dashing after the strange creature that she wasn't even sure was human anymore.

As she drew nearer to the door, she couldn't help but notice that the room seemed to get smaller and narrower- even for her. But before she could contemplate whether she would fit or smack into the wall, the door opened in front of her- and she ran right into a world of pure imagination.

Stopping dead in her tracks, her jaw dropped slightly as eyes grew wide at the sight in front of her. Green grass that looked like you could pluck it right off the ground and it would taste like the sweetest thing in the world covered acres of trees and other plants that all had a 'whipple-scrumtious' feel to them.

But, as she slowly walked into the room, her eyes fell on perhaps the most amazing thing of all- a gigantic chocolate waterfall, with a river of chocolate that looked unrealistically delicious.

But, of course, heaven forbid that she ever get a moment to pause as the same noise that she had grown to hate reached her ears again. This time her eyes trapped the little guy, who was waving happily as if it was taking her on a cruise to the Caribbean as it jumped onto a pink sea horse shaped boat that looked like it could be eaten as well with her bag in toe.

"I just want my bag. Is that so wrong?" she questioned to the sky before running up to the boat and carefully getting on it, only to come face to face with the little man. "Why you..." but before she could even think of strangling him, a drum beat sounded in her ear and caused her to turn around. But, the sight that lay in front of her took every will in her body not to scream at.

There, sitting down in front of her were at least twenty more of the little men- all looking identical to the one who had stolen her bag. They laughed as the drum sounded again- played by another one of the strange clones.

"Oh my-"

But before she could finish her sentence the boat jolted forward, sending her slamming backwards into the candy coated seat in the very back, watching as the little man who had her bag jumped into one of the seats far ahead of her, moments before they went into a tunnel and the real fun began...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" With a scream that could not be silenced, Misty continued to watched wide eyed as the calm chocolate river became a terrifying milk chocolate river rafting experience with the boat showing no signs of stopping.

"Where are you taking me?!" she yelled above the roar of the chocolate, as nothing but the wind ripping through her hair answered her.

She let out another scream as the plummeted down, down, and farther down before shooting out like an arrow straight.

But just when she thought that either she was going to puke or faint, the boat came to a abrupt stop.

"WHA!" With a yelp, she was flung forward, falling face first on the bottom of the boat. In a matter of two seconds she learned that she would never ride in a boat again, and that this one smelled like like a watermelon and a raspberry mixed together.

"Ug..." she moaned, hands going under her as she looked up, only to see the little creature standing by her, holding up her bag once more as with another smile of innocence, it jumped onto one of the seats and off the boat.

For a second she wondered if the bag was really all that worth it- until once again her mind brought up what was in it, and that was all she needed to stand up, just in time to see the small dude run through one of the many oddly colored rounded doors that she passed during her unexpected trip.

"Oh no... Not this time," she said, jumping out of the boat and running through the strangely shaped door.

And as it closed behind her, the name was revealed.

'Brainstorming room.'