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Chapter 19

Ideas and Girly Gloves

Mr Wonka let the young Miss Swann lead the way into the dirty little town. She suddenly stopped in front of a women's clothing shop and looked at him.

"I don't think they sell men's gloves here." "So?" "If you want them, I think you are going to have to buy women's gloves."

Willy thought it over, for a man who liked to 'lock in moisture', he didn't like to wear women's clothing. Not in public anyway.

All Mr Wonka had to do to change his mind was take a look around the town. "I don't care. You go ahead and buy some. The mumbler and I will stay out here." Elizabeth did as she was told and disappeared into the shop.

"Are you ever not going to call me a mumbler?" "No." Will really felt like drawing his sword and challenging this man to a fight. But then he was unarmed, and there was no way Mr Wonka could win, unless he broke the rules of engagement, and Will had a thing about fair fighting.

Elizabeth came out with a pair of gloves in tow. "Here you are Mr Wonka." Willy took them from her, being careful not to touch her hand. The gloves were elbow length, white, dinner gloves, with pearls embroidered on them. They would look ridiculous to say the least.

Willy debated. He put them on carefully, remembering he was only on step three. Will took one look at the man who used to be his Captain and best friend.

The man who looked like Captain Jack Sparrow was wearing a purple shirt, pinned together with a broach, black trousers, and elbow length white dinner gloves. Will couldn't help himself, he laughed, and hard.

Elizabeth tried biting her lip, but she eventually succumbed to the bubbles rising in her throat. Mr Wonka stood there and stared at them both, he was not used to being the butt of a joke.

"I'm sorry," Elizabeth laughed, "It's not you." "Yes it is!" Will laughingly replied. Mr Wonka quietly walked over to him and slid his foot underneath Will's. Will fell directly on the ground, immediately stopping both his and Elizabeth's peals of laughter.

"Will! Are you alright?" Elizabeth asked as she helped him up. "Yes, I'm fine." He cocked his head and looked at Mr Wonka. "You tripped me." "I'm afraid you slipped. I've heard that it happens quite often when people have your problem." Will glowered, "And what exactly is my problem?" "Abnormally large feet of course."

Elizabeth felt she had to intervene. "Didn't you need a hat? I think I see a shop over there." "Oh good." He started walking in that direction, with Elizabeth and Will right behind. He stopped, waited for the couple to pass him, and then fell behind.

"I don't know how much more I can take Elizabeth." "I'm sorry Will, but I don't think there is that much we can do, after all, he is in Jack's body." "We could lock him in the brig until we figure out what to do." "Will!" "Just an idea."

An idea Mr. Willy Wonka was not too fond of. Will and Elizabeth whispered quietly, but not quietly enough. Although he complained of deafness quite often, Mr Wonka could hear very well.

The hat store was a pirate's dream, unfortunately it was a Chocolatier's nightmare. There were no top hats to be seen. Willy tried to think of the top hat's origin, and could only think of one place, London. If he was to be trapped here long, he would need a top hat. But, for the moment he would have to find one to do the trick.

He found one with a wide brim and a feather. It reminded Elizabeth of a certain other Captain. Once Will had paid, they were on the way to the ship once more, and Mr Willy Wonka knew exactly what he was going to do with the mumbler and the young lady.