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"I said not to come in here." He said slowly.
Wendy shrugged then began to babble.
"I...I was following my bird..." she said only realizing after she said it how stupid it sounded.
Mr. Wonka snorted.
"Oh come on..." he laughed with an under tone of mockery in his voice. "...what bird?"
"I found a bird on my window sill this morning." She explained as she got to her feet. "It was freezing to death! It flew in here and..."
Her voice trailed off as he shook his head sadly.
"A killer and a liar." He said slowly. "Shame on You!"
There was an awkward silence. There was the low flutter of wings from behind Willy Wonka and it revealed it self. It was her bird. It chirped happily and landed on the rim of Wonka's hat. It peaked at the rim and Wonka looked at him.
"Look..." he said, delighted. "A bird..." a frown spread onto his face and he blinked slowly. His eyes rested back on it then on Wendy, who's mouth had lit up with a sneaky grin that said "I told you so." "/...well I guess you weren't lying then."
His voice was hard as he scuffed the ground with his boot. Wendy sighed.
"Don't you wanna apologize?" she asked coolly.
He shrugged.
"Can't understand mumblers." He said as he led her over to the side of the river. "Now let's catch a boat, shall we?"
He whistled in three different pitches and an identical pink boat bobbled to them. He got in then sat. Wendy followed suit and watched as they pulled away. There was silence between them. The chocolate waters seemed to have died down some and she could actually hear herself think.
"So..." she asked. "What is this place?"
Willy snorted.
"It's a factory, Wendy." He said. "It's obvious. C'mon I told you that when you got here!"
"I know that." She snapped coolly. "I mean, what's this place?"
He sighed and looked around the room.
"It's my thinking/inventing/everything room." He said. "This is where the magic happens!" he laughed. "It's where I make all the candy. It's where me and my Oompa loompa workers make everything you se!"
"Oompa loompa?" she asked quietly. "What the hell is an Oompa loompa?"
"Those." Je said, pointing to the shore.
There were those weird, short things again, tottleing along, singing show tune likes songs. Wendy laughed.
"Those weirdo things? I..."
Willy had cupped his hands over her mouth. The boat swayed violently to the left and Wendy suddenly felt her stomach lurch in fear of the boat tipping over into the turbulent ocean of chocolate.
"They might hear you!" he hissed in her ear, franticly.
He looked at the shore and grinned at the confused looking Loompas. He waved at them and suddenly, a chorus of chirps, whistles, and clicks erupted from his mouth. Wendy blinked slowly as he let go of her mouth and settled back.
"What did you just do?" she asked.
"That's their native language, Oompa loompian." He said, shortly. "They don't understand a lick of english!"
Wendy blinked, confused.
"But I thought you said they could hear me." She said.
"They can. They're foreign, not deaf."
The boat landed on the shore, back where they started as the loaded out. It was quiet as Wendy felt her feet land firmly on the ground, only to find it not on the green, candy grass like before. She looked at Willy, who was on the ground too. He grinned at her.
"This is a little detour." He said, going by her and into a room labeled "danger." "Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen."
It got quiet as she followed him inside the room. There were no windows and there were heavy florescent lights all lined up on the ceiling. The walls and floors were made of shiny metal and the little creatures were bustling about, touching the machines. The low whir of machines running filled the room. Wendy stood, awestruck as Willy conversed with an Oompa loompa about a large, bright red machine. Wendy saw jars of a clear, jelly like liquid and reached out to touch the cool glass of the jars that held it. Suddenly, Willy slapped her hand away.
"Nah ah ah." He said, flipping his finger in the air at her face. "This is my top-secret- brand- new candy recipe." It was quiet as a sneaky smile lit up. "Wanna know?"
"Um I thought it was top secret?" she said, unsure of what this lunatic would do next.
"It is." He said, confused. "Now do you wanna know what it is or not?"
She sighed and nodded. He laughed.
"Well you can't." he tapped the glass with his forefinger. "Top secret."
Wendy sighed.
"But I can give you a flopping whizburg." E reached into a bin filled with bright candy and thrust a small ball at her.
It was quiet as Wendy took it, unsurely into her hands. It sat there, glimmering in the fake lights.
"Go ahead." He edged with a nod. "Try it."
The ball seemed to beckon to her too. Wendy popped it into her mouth. Immediately, a flood of honey like sweetness dripped on her throat and ran over her tongue. Wendy couldn't help but "ummm..." Willy beamed. Suddenly the candy started popping and fizzing in her mouth. Her eyes grew wide in fear of it as Willy started wain at her.
"Open your mouth! Hurry!" he said.
Wendy stuck out her tongue and the candy started sending off painless, colorful, firework like sparks. The candy spun around crazily on her tongue as Wendy watched them fly everywhere. Willy nodded and checked something off on his clipboard. Wendy swallowed it and felt the spinning thing fly down her throat and somewhere into her stomach.
"Then first trial goes well." He sad with a nod.
Wendy nearly chocked on her tongue.
"Wait first trial?" she snapped. "I was your guinea pig?"
He nodded, nonchalantly.
"Yeah. I couldn't risk hurting another Oompa loompa." He said as he went over to a door at the far corner of the room. "Now go right through here."
It was quiet as Wendy dragged her feet to the oord.
"How do I know there won't be a jawbreaker on the other side that'll make me explode." She mumbled.
"We'll save those for later." He said as they went into a room. "Now I know what your thinking...Why are you makin me try all these might-be-dangerous candies!"
"Exactly." She said hollowly.
"Well you came in here." He said as he reached another bin. "It's your punishment for not obeying the laws of your person-who's-watching-over-you-during-your-probation thing." He paused and blinked as his thoughts stalled for a moment. "You get the picture."
Then he handed her a bright black and blue piece of taffy. Wendy examined it in her hands.
"What's this?" she asked.
"It's called "Man Candy!" he said.
"Why?" she asked, suddenly not hungry.
"Because it's made with all the stuff guys like." He said. "Ya know, beer, food, football, stuff like that. Ya know video games, action movies...?"
"How did you put..." she started but he cut her off.
"It's flavor lasts in your month for 9 hours." He said proudly. "Now eat! Eat!"
Wendy stuff the long roll of taffy into her mouth. A sharp, almost sweet and sour flavor, hit her tongue. She grinned and chewed it up quickly and swallowed. It burned as it slipped down her throat. She coughed and he nodded.
"That went well." He said. "Super!"
Then he circled her, checking things off his clipboard as he went.
"No unsightly body hair. No tail...well I think you made out ok." He laughed and nodded. "Good job."
There was a sigh of relief that escaped Wendy's lips. It was quiet as he sighed. "Well I have oodles of work to do. The door to the outside is that way..."
It was quiet as Wendy went to argue, wanting to know more about the mysterious factory, then saw he had already turned away to discuss of a ugly spotted candy ball. Wendy went through the door and found herself back in the main hall. She blinked.
"How...?" she asked and turned around but the door was gone.
Wend sighed and shook her head.
"Not gonna ask." She said as there was the distant knock on the door.
Wendy hurried down the hall and threw open the doors. A man in a brown uniform stood there. He clutched a fancy white lacy envelope in his hands. He looked at her, his brown eyes tracing her form as he gave a half smile and started.
"Hi I'm looking for Willy Wonka. Is he here? The gate was open so I figured..."
Wendy nodded.
"Um he's busy..." she looked back and nodded. "...kinda busy. Should I take it for him?"
The guy nodded and handed the envelope to her. He tipped his hat and hurried away through the melting snow. Wendy closed the door and ripped open the envelope. It was a delicate looking invitation with curvy black letters. It read:
Dear Mr. Wonka,
You are cordially invited to the Inventor's Ball, in which a award will be held in your honor for the Inventor of the Year. It will be held February 14th at 8 o' clock at the Lindolo Hall. You're permitted up to 2 guests. We hope you attend.
Sincerely,
The Inventing Association
Wendy blinked and placed the letter onto the table. Wily seemed like the party type. It was quiet as she thought for a moment, who he would take when she felt her stomach do a terrible flip flop. She groaned and suddenly felt sick. She sighed and went down the hall, when her head staring hurting. She sighed. She would go to her room and lay down for a sec. She opened the door to her room and plopped onto her bed. She didn't question why her bird had magically appeared back on its perch and how it got there. She just closed her eyes and felt a swift sleep take her
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