Willy wakes up in his luxurious double bed and discovers he's completely naked, except for his purple rubber gloves. That's really weird, because he always sleeps in a pyjamas. Then he notices he's not alone in the spacious bed. There's something big and warm beside him, ending in a dark fro on the pillow and moaning in its sleep.
"Frank!" Willy shouts.
"Uh, yeah, what?" Frank rolls over and smiles sleepily. His make up is all smudged and he looks like shit, honestly. Willy doesn't notice though. Last night just comes back to him and his gratefulness to Frank for doing all those… things… makes Frank look prettier than the goddess of cocoa to him.
"Good morning starshine…" he says shyly.
"…the earth says hello." Frank fills in, seemingly snickering at some secret joke. Then he vanishes under the quilt and busies himself with a certain part of Willy which is also recently awakened.
Afterwards, they have breakfast in bed.
"I wonder what became of my servants?" Frank says, "Don't you have a monitor so that you can monitor all of your little workers?"
"Of course I do!" Willy says cheerily, "In the security room. Do you want me to show you?" He beams with enthusiasm at the prospect of showing off his factory.
"Yeah, it might be… interesting." Frank says and starts to look for his stockings on the floor. Willy puts on a rich dressing gown and a pair of slippers so fancy they have monogrammed soles.
"You truly are a dandy, even now." Frank comments.
"Why thank you!" Willy replies, "I pride myself in being the world's handsomest candy dandy."
"And I pride myself in being the world's handsomest candy dandy's lover." Frank coos, making Willy blush.
They have to walk down long corridors and up and down several stairs to the security room without the glass elevator. As they finally reach it the Oompa-Loompa in the blue guard uniform with the donut and the mug of coffee pretends he never did take that little nap, no sir, but Willy just dismisses him without any punishment.
"So… what do you want to see first?" Willy asks with his widest grin, the one even Frank finds slightly unsettling.
"Let's see what happened to the kids…" Frank suggests sadistically.
"Oh, alright," Willy agrees a little sulkily, "I can't imagine it will be as fascinating as my latest candy inventions though."
"All in good time, Willy, all in good time." Frank says, "After all, we have a lifetime, don't we?"
"I guess we do!" Willy says cheered up again, pushing a few buttons until a view of the double fudge room appears.
"Did you succeed in fishing them out?" he asks into a microphone and an Oompa-Loompa appears on screen, nodding.
"Both… dead of course?" Willy asks.
"Of course." the Oompa-Loompa confirms.
"And the problem is… taken care of?" Willy goes on.
"Don't worry boss." The Oompa-Loompa makes two thumbs up.
"Oh good!" Willy says, relieved, and switches channels to the juicing room, named beetle juicing room for kicks. The room is empty apart from an Oompa-Loompa reading a newspaper, supervising the juicing going on in large bubbling tanks of various colours.
"Was the juicing successful?" Willy asks.
The Oompa-Loompa jumps: "Yes Mr Wonka. No problems at all Mr Wonka. Best squeezing job as of yet."
"Great! So where is she?" Willy demands.
Afraid that he might have done something wrong in letting the girl go, the Oompa-Loompa hesitantly says: "Her… companion asked for a room to practice dancing in so we showed them the way to the tap along lessons room. We figured it couldn't hurt, sir, no secret recipes in there that I know of. We, um, we do have guards posted to make sure they don't run around in any of the important rooms."
"All of my rooms are important!" Willy snaps, but being in a good mood he doesn't scold the disobedient Oompa-Loompa further, but gets the tap along lessons room on screen instead. He and Frank watches Colombia teaching Violet how to tap dance. Violet looks pretty normal apart from being blue and so flexible she can fold in the middle and tap dance on all four, still bending her neck enough to see where she's going.
"Um, kay, I guess they can stay." Willy says to Frank, "The Oompa-Loompas were getting a bit dull anyway after ten years in show business."
Next, Willy switches to the incinerator. Yes, it does have a camera inside, and it shows Magenta on her hands and knees, her face smeared with unspeakable substances from the garbage heap. Veruca is straddling her backwards, spanking her butt with a giant fishbone, as Magenta cries ecstatically: "Harder! Harder!" They both seem equally happy about the arrangement.
Willy gasps, whether it's from the sight of so much garbage or from the sight of so much perversion. Frank thinks it wisest to take over the microphone.
"Do remember the incinerator won't be broken forever." he says in a sing-song voice before flicking through the channels. He sees many an interesting sight before finding the right one, the taffy pulling room.
"Riff Raff?" he calls, "Are you there?"
"Yes, Master." Riff Raff shuffles into sight.
"Where's the… little boy?" asks Willy, who has recovered from the incinerator shock.
"I am afraid he snapped like an old dried-up rubber band, Master Wonka. Turns out he wasn't so stretchy after all. I am terribly sorry, Master Wonka." Riff Raff drawls and bows his head in mock sorrow.
"I suspected that might happen…" Willy mutters to himself, "Gosh darn irritating little mumbler…"
On the way back to Willy's suite Frank and Willy meets an Oompa-Loompa reporting of the glass elevator's destiny: "We found the glass elevator just inside the factory gates, Mr Wonka." he says, "There were some… human remains among the shattered glass."
"Well, get them out of here, nasty things like that attract germs." Willy orders, wrinkling his nose, "Oh and build a new glass elevator immediately. I'm tired of walking already."
Willy takes Franks hand and asks him shyly: "Now could you teach me some new… tricks? I have yet so much to learn."
"With pleasure!"
"Oh goodie! This time I might even take off my gloves."
"Nononono." Frank protests, "You mustn't do that, they're so wonderfully kinky!" He takes Willy's right index finger and licks it, sticking the rubber gloved finger in his mouth, and Willy closes his eyes, absorbed by the strange new sensation.