So sorry for the long delay in updating! Every one of my professors decided to give their tests within 5 days of each other and I got a job at the library, so life has been a bit hectic. Well enough of that, on with the story!

Charlie peered around the doorframe and into the office. He could quickly see what could have made Willy stop dead in his tracks. Every single item in the office looked as though it had been sliced neatly in half. Half a clock ticked away on the wall, half a safe stood in one side of the room, doing a less-then-perfect job of keeping the items it inside secure, and half a desk was cluttered with papers and important looking documents. Even more interesting then the contents of the office was the man sitting in the middle of it. He wore a velvet tailcoat of deep plum, a rather large bow-tie, and a top hat that sat slightly askew on his head, a frizzy mass of honey colored hair peeking out from under it. His face was calm and his blue eyes sparkled with intelligence. He certainly didn't look like any of the spies Mr. Wonka had described. Charlie looked over at Willy to gage his reaction of the man , and Willy finally spoke.

"You're not Slugworth."

The man gave a bemused smile. "I should certainly hope not. And may I ask who you are, and how you found your way into my factory?" he asked in a perfectly gentle voice.

"I," said Willy, straightening up a bit. "am Willy Wonka."

The man's smile disappeared and his brows furrowed. "Sir, if this is meant to be a joke, I can assure you it's not at all amusing." His gentle voice now took on a slightly dangerous edge. "Now if you'd kindly tell me just who you are and what you're doing in my factory-"

"Uh, did I mumble or something? I am WILLY WONK-"

"ENOUGH! You sir, are not Willy Wonka!"

Willy started at the man's outburst. He had seemed perfectly calm a moment before, but Willy quickly recovered his composure. "Oh, really? And how do you know that, huh?" he said, smugly.

"Because," the man said, returning slightly back to normal. "I am. And if there is one thing I cannot tolerate, it is impostors coming into my factory trying to steal my recipes. Especially ones who go as far as to actually imitate me and try to hurt my good name! "

"Me too!" Willy shouted excitedly, before realizing how very strange the previous exchange was, and that the man in front him was in fact, claiming to be Willy Wonka. The other man, obviously not expecting to receive the response Willy gave, snapped out of his confusion and spoke again.

"I've believe I've had about enough of this. I don't know how you managed to get in here but-"

"The Great Glass Elevator."

"What?"

"The Great Gl-"

"YOU STOLE MY ELEVATOR?" The man was now out of his seat and advancing on Willy, who though not a coward by any means, took a few steps backwards and looked back at Charlie frantically. Charlie was just as frightened as Willy. They had obviously stumbled into the factory of some lunatic who was so jealous of Mr. Wonka, that he had actually adopted his identity.

"Your elevator?" Willy said, regaining his courage at hearing that this man actually thought he could try to take credit for his elevator, something he happened to be immensely proud of. "Excuse me, but the Elevator is where I draw the line! If you think you can..."

Charlie didn't hear the rest of Willy's heated speech, as his mind began to work furiously after hearing 'elevator'. Elevator, elevator...Charlie's mind raced as he thought back to the button and the wild ride, and the pieces suddenly clicked together.

"Mr Wonka!" Charlie shouted, just as the two men were inches apart, their canes brandished like swords. Both stopped mid-swing and looked at Charlie, who noticed the reaction of both and took it as further proof of the theory he and concocted only seconds before.

"Uh, that Mr. Wonka." said Charlie, pointing to the Willy that he knew. Willy turned back and gave the other man a smug 'Ha, he picked me' look before turning to Charlie. "Mr, Wonka, do you think that button we pressed...well uh," Charlie suddenly realized how ridiculous what he was about to say was and faltered a moment. "D-do you think it could have taken us to someplace... different?" Willy furrowed his brows in confusion a moment. "Really different."

Willy stood up quite straight, and seemed to be in deep thought for a moment. He slowly mouthed the name of the button again to himself, then suddenly lit up. "Why, Charlie! I think you're absolutely right! That button didn't take us out of the factory at all! It took us to the factory, but in another plane of existence! Another dimension! Of course, Pan-dem-onium! Pan-dimensional!" Willy was now pacing around the room, not quite forming complete sentences as he spoke quickly and excitedly. "Why, the Great Glass Elevator is even more amazing then I thought it was! "

The other Wonka watched all this completely flabbergasted. He followed Willy as he paced excitedly around the room. Only parts of the conversation seemed to be registering with him but there were certainly things that caught his interest. He finally spoke again.

"Charlie?"

Charlie turned to the man when he said his name, but before he would say anything, a voice from right behind him spoke.

"Yes, Mr. Wonka?"

Next Chapter: Holy Buckets

P.S. If thought the Wonka swordfight scene would look funny, feel free to pop over to deviantart and take a peek at my fan-comic that inspired this story. I'm b-smitty over there. (b-smittydotdeviantartdotcom ) END SHAMLESS PLUG