Willy watched cautiously as Charlie closed his eyes, a tiny smile from his previous triumph playing across his lips. The chocolatier stuck his tongue out at him, then turned his attention towards the front of the plane.
Why the devil did he decide on taking the plane? He couldn't stand planes. They were filthy and rusty and generally gross. Not to mention they had a tendency to fall out of the sky. He could have easily taken the glass elevator….
Looking at his small friend again, Willy remembered why they had to take a plane. This caused the once-peeved expression on his face to be merged into a vaguely anxious one.
Willy looked to his left just as a flight attendant was skittering past him, making her occasional rounds about the aircraft. He held out his hand politely to stop her. "Excuse me," he whispered.
The young lady looked at him and smiled brightly. "What can I do for you, Mr. Wonka?" she asked, obviously having recognized him from all the tabloid photos and the such.
Willy looked at Charlie again and swallowed. He looked at the flight attendant. "Could I, by any chance, have a word with the pilot?" He flashed a nervous smile at her.
Despite the strangeness of this request, the young woman bit her lip and glanced toward the cockpit. "Um…alright. Be very careful…."
Willy let out a relieved breath and stood up, ducking to avoid the ceiling of the plane.
"I need to search you first, sir."
Willy stopped in his tracks and attempted to stand up straight, only resulting in a very sore head.
Five minutes later, a very disgruntled Willy huffed his way over to the cockpit. He knocked on the door, running over the entire situation in his head. He expected the encounter to go exactly like this:
"Mr. Pilot?"
"Yes, Mr. Wonka? Oh, before you say anything, the co-pilot and I adore your candy, don't we, George?"
"Sure do!"
"Thank you gentlemen so very much! Anyway, what I wanted to ask is where, exactly, are we landing?"
"Well, just off the—"
"What are you doing?"
Willy was jolted out of his thoughts, and he found himself staring into the face of a very irritated pilot.
"Er…." Willy knew this was not going to go the way he thought it would. "Where…exactly, are we landing?"
"Couldn't you have asked the flight attendant, Mr. Wonka?" the pilot growled slightly, also recognizing Willy. He waved a hand, gesturing towards the seats of the plane and clearly reading, "Go back to your seat."
Willy had turned to face the seats, but now that he realized he was being bossed around by someone who apparently was beneath him, he turned slowly around to face the other man. He gave him a very wide smile and narrowed his eyes. "I need to have a talk with you, my good sir."
The pilot raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so."
Willy looked at the nametag. "Geoffrey," he said cheerfully, still smiling brightly. "Please step inside, sir."
Willy pushed the pilot back into the cockpit without necessarily pushing him….
The last thing he needed now was an interruption in the flight. He wanted to get to Loompaland…he needed to get to Loompaland…and he needed to tell Geoffrey the Pilot exactly how.
Because Loompaland is not on a map.
Oh dude, a cliffhanger! -Insert evil laugh here-