"Charlie, you really do have bad timing." Willy Wonka casually said as he threw a robe on over his shoulders and tied up the sash around his waist. "This better be worth it or else I might as well go back to bed this instant.

"Well, I'd hope you think it was important, Mr. Wonka." I responded meekly. "Afterall, you were the one encouraging me so much to try, try, try. Remember?"

He paused as he reached for his elegant top hat and eyed me. "Oh yeah, huh." With a swift sort of elegance, he placed the hat to sit beautifully on his head. I wondered why he had bothered wearing it in the first place. "Then I guess we better get ska-doodling then, shouldn't we? C'mon, let's scoot. That's right! Out we go! Out!"

He shoved me in the direction of the door with his ungloved palms rather roughly and slammed the door shut behind us with a huge amount of force. Something on the inside fell off a shelf and shattered.

"Oh darn it! That's the 5th time this week. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to get another one, won't I?" Willy grabbed me by the arm and strided quickly down the corridor with me trailing behind. I was struggling to keep my footsteps up with his as he ran down the hallways and the scenery around us flew by in a blur.

"Wait!" I cried out. "Wait, Mister Wonka. Aren't I suppossed to be the one leading us to where we're suppossed to be going?"

Willy skidded his slippers into the tile abruptly and the sound echoed throughout the lobby. He loosened the grip on my arm and turned slowly around to face me. His face looked blank as though I had just told him he was running around in nothing but purple briefs. "Oh...well, then I guess you better tell me where we're headed then."

I thought a moment, completey forgetful of what the purpose of our super dooper early morning trip was all about. "Right, um...it's in the packaging room...I think."

"The ipackaging/i room! Geesh, what a dull place." Wonka eyed me suspiciously. "Are you sure about that?" He adjusted the brim of his hat. "You seem a little iffy on that thought Mister Charlie."

"No, I'm sure of it. I remember for a fact now."

"Okay only if you insist." He grabbed my sleeve again and rushed off down the neverending corridor. "There we are! Just who we wanted to see- the ifantastic/i glass elevator."

"You mean the igreat/i glass elevator, don't you?"

"No I do not actually, Mister smarty know-it-all. This is the iother/i glass elevator. You know, the one that runs along the other tracks and stuff?"

I suddenly remembered. "Oh."

Willy Wonka smiled in a snug manner. "Oh is right. C'mon, hurry up, I'm all excited about this now! And try to pick up the pace! You're walking dreadfully slow."

I almost forgot it was still really early in the morning because I felt as if I had been awake for hours. Well...actually I had been, but never mind that.

Finally we reached the fantastic glass elevator waiting patiently for us beneath a bright inviting light. Willy Wonka held my arm tighter and stormed in its direction.

I reminded him to be careful and aware of its presense, but he only responded with an overconfident grin and snort. He muttered angrily to himself, "Be careful of the doors...HA!"

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Wonka face planted the glass doors ungracefully and fell backwards in an uncoordinated stumble of dark purple flannel robe. It must've been the 12th time I had seen him do that since I had first met him.

I sighed pathetically and brought my gaze down to his. "You okay?"

Willy Wonka laid eyes closed, legs and arms spread out in a star formation on the tile floor with his hat completely knocked off his head. I swore I could see tiny stars circling his head like how it happens in Saturday morning cartoons.

He stood up like nothing had happened and regained his composure stiffly. "Yeah..anyways..." He jabbed the button for the doors to open and cleared his throat in an uneccessary way.

We stepped inside in silence. I could tell his was blushing madly underneath the shadow of his hat, but I didn't want to say more.

"Why do you always do that?" I had to know.

"Do what?" Willy questioned back stupidly.

"You know."

"I do !" He gasped loudly as the doors slid shut, clearly marked with a smudge left by Willy Wonka himself.

"Yeah, you always slam into these doors. Haven't you learned your lesson yet?"

"Doors? Lesson?" He was clearly confused and no longer putting on a dumb act.

"Yeah, these doors!" I pounded my palm on the wall of the elevator a bit too hard which pushed a variety of different buttons not intended for pushing at the moment. "Oops..."

WHOOSH!

We zipped off to the first unknown room and it was then that I realized it was still way too early.