So sorry for the long wait in between chapters! I'll try not to let this cliff hanger last as long. Yes, there is another cliff hanger! Bwahaha!
Charlie whirled around to find himself staring eye to eye (or more accurately eye to chin) with a blonde haired boy who looked a bit older then himself. Both boys stared at each other in disbelief, but for very different reasons. Charlie was in shock because we realized that he was staring at his pan-dimensional counterpart and the other boy because he assumed Mr. Wonka had invited people into the factory, despite how he swore never to do so again after the catastrophe of the tour.
"Mr. Wonka," the boy said, trying not to be impolite by staring at the strangers, but not being able to help it much. "Do we have guests?"
"Not invited ones." The man in the plum tailcoat said with quiet resentment. He stood up from the desk he had been leaning against during Willy's little speech about the elevator and addressed the boy. "Charlie, this man claims to be me from another dimension, and I can only assume that the boy next to him is the you from that dimension." After saying this he looked sternly at Charlie for conformation, who nodded meekly. The blonde haired boy turned and stared at Charlie again, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. "However," Mr. Wonka continued. "They can offer no proof of this, and I find it quite hard to believe such a story."
"I most certainly can offer proof!" Willy said indignantly.
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
Both men looked as if they would be going at each others throats again any second, and Charlie thought fast. "You could each think of something that only Willy Wonka would know!"
Both men looked at Charlie as if he might actually be on to something.
"Like what?" Willy asked.
"Maybe something about your childhood." The blonde haired boy offered. He seemed to have gotten over his shock and, being Charlie, wanted to help in anyway he could.
Charlie noticed Willy wince at this suggestion and tried to think of another quickly. "Or a recipe that no one else would know." Charlie noticed the dark look that crossed the other Wonka's face and immediately regretted what he had said.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" he said, his temper coming back. "To get a hold of one of my precious recipes! That's what you've been after all along! Imposters!"
Charlie felt terrible; it seemed like they were getting so close, but because of him the other Wonka was madder then ever. He looked sorrowfully to Willy, and to his surprise found him grinning just like he did when he came up with a particularly brilliant idea. His face quickly took on a determined air as, to Charlie's surprise, he grabbed the other Wonka in mid-rant by the arm and dragged him into the other room.