A/N: It's back! The little line thingy is back! Yay! And so am I! Double yay! Sorry about the wait. Work's been crazy and my comp crashed on me. I will continue to work on my stories, but it will be a slow process seeing as I'm working on my rent's comp till I get money to get mine fixed. To quote Freddy and the Nanny, Oy...

On a side note, for those of you wondering about Smell of Peanuts...yeah...that's gonna take longer...cause...well...didn't get that saved to the rents comp! Opps...Apologies...Now, enought rambling. I'm going to let you read and review while I see about getting another chapter for another story done.

peace, love and lipgloss,

Mlle.Fox

I woke to a loud pounding on my door. I was so startled I got tangled in the sheets and fell off the bed. I cried out a yipe before getting to my feet, wobbling over to the door, trying to wake up. The pounding became a rhythm of a conga beat, when I opened the door to find Willy Wonka standing there. He caught his cane before he hit me in the chest and stood there in awkward silence. He looked at my wild bed head, the black mass sticking out like I got electrocuted and he began to snicker. I rolled my eyes and yawned,

"What time is it?"

"Two past the licorice stick." he answered.

"And in English?" I asked sarcastically. Without missing a beat he said,

"Eight o'clock. Just like you told me. Actually I believe it was a command but I was distracted by how cute your nose..."

I interrupted him, by snapping my eyes wide open and jumping ten feet in the air.

"Holy smoke! I slept in! I never sleep in! I'm so sorry Mr. Wonka!" I said scrambling about my room trying to figure out where those Oompah Loompahs had put my clothes. Watching me bend over to retrieve the blankets from the floor, Willy shook his head,

"Oh think nothing of it."

"Jees I haven't overslept since college! It's totally unprofessional. Give me two minutes and I'll be right out!" I told him retreating into the changing room.

"Take your time!" Willy called casually entering the room. He absentmindedly looked about my things. Since I was going to be here three months, I brought pictures of my family and had them lying around on the dresser. He saw a picture of me fighting with Jack, me, my father and a horse, my grandmother, my mother. But what he noticed most of all, were two things. One, I was a lot heavier than now. Willy speculated I was now at least half the size I was then. Then with a grin, he noticed a picture of my sixteenth birthday party. And my mother was presenting me with a chocolate cake. Putting two and two together, Willy smiled to himself as I came out in gray slacks, a silk and lace yellow blouse (which Willy noticed with a gulp looked a lot like lingerie) and a short yellow sweater I tied in front. Yellow pumps completed the look, and my hair was tied back with a yellow ribbon.

"Ready?" I asked putting on some bangle bracelets.

"And willing..."Willy said getting that funny feeling again. I looked up in confusion and asked,

"What was that?"

"Let's boogie!" he said leading the way out with that plastic smile as I furrowed my brow and followed him. I followed him out into the hall where he stopped before a glass doorway. It opened with a ding as Willy said,

"Let's take the elevator. It will save gobstoppers of time!"

"What kind of elevator is this?" I asked as I was pulled into a clear glass elevator with buttons everywhere.

"The best kind. This is no ordinary boring up and down elevator. This elevator can go slantways, sideways, acrossways, crossways and anyways you can think of! It goes to every room in the factory." Willy explained closing the door. Before I could prepare myself, the elevator took off like a shot, zooming sideways at lightning speed. I crashed painfully into the side of the elevator, Wonka standing perfectly still and use to the inertia. At least he did, until the elevator changed directions and I crashed into him. At first both parties froze up, locked into each others gazes. Then Wonka cringed and pushed me away yelling,

"Ew! Cooties!"

"Cooties!" I asked offended and disbelieving. But before he received a tongue lashing, the elevator slammed into a halt and I fell crashing to the floor, Wonka sidestepping me completely.

"Oof!" I cried. The door opened with a pleasant ding and Wonka stepped over me saying as if I wasn't a sack of potatoes on the floor,

"Aw! Here we are!"

I limped out of the elevator, groaning,

"Ow..."

All fears of contamination were gone from Willy as he led the way into the long hallway. I chased after him, trying to yell at him,

"Mr. Wonka! That...that thing you call an elevator is not safe!"

"Poppycock! I'm fine aren't I?" he asked.

"But..."

"Tee hee! But! That's a funny word. Spelled incorrectly anyhow. Now come come! We don't have a moment to lose." he said not slowing his pace. I sighed, resigned to my fate, letting the conversation lapse into a moment of silence. Then I looked to my left and stopped in my tracks. The walls were covered in strips of wallpaper. But no two strips were alike.

"Interesting wallpaper." I commented to him. He stopped and turned to me with an excited look on his face,

"Oh! I almost forgot! This is my lickable wallpaper. Currently I have one hundred and sixteen flavors."

"Lickable...wallpaper?" I asked giving him a 'Lord are you nuts?' look.

"Mostly for babies and toddlers too young for candy. Try some! The strawberry tastes like strawberry! The blueberries taste like blueberries! The snozeberries taste like snozeberries!" Willy explained.

"There's no such thing as a snozeberry." I protested with a shake of my head.

"Oh you must never never doubt what no one is sure about." he said making me involuntarily laugh. Then a plot filled his purple eyes with a mischievous twinkle as he continued,

"Here...try this one." I turn to the strip he had pulled me to and stopped. It was covered in brown 'Wonka's all over. I asked him suspiciously,

"What flavor is this one?"

"Chocolate." he admitted.

"No." I said.

"Please?"

"No."

"Little taste?"

"No."

"One lick?"

"Nope."

"Just put the tip of your tongue to it."

"Not going to happen."

"Why not?"

"Just not."

"Why?"

Before I let another hour of my life drag by, I stepped back to a strip covered in cherries. I asked him,

"How about the cherry? I like cherries."

He sighed, visually frustrated with how stubborn I was being and the new information he had learned that was bursting out of him. He consented,

"Fine...Don't care."

I shrugged and stepped before the wall. I began to lean in and lick the tip of my tongue to the picture, before pulling back and giggling.

"This is silly!" I said.

"Candy is suppose to be silly! That's why it's candy!" Wonka argued with a smile. And it was the nice smile too. The smile that made me go weak in the knees and shiver with pleasure. I couldn't resist that sweet, charming, boyish smile. I smiled and nodded,

"True..."

I leaned back in and took a good long lick up the wall. An explosion of cherries lingered in my mouth. It was sensational!

"Hmm..." I nodded at him in appreciation as he nodded with me. I took one, two, three more good long licks up and down the wall when I caught Mr. Wonka staring at me. It was a look I had seen but a few times in my lifetime. Desire. It burned in his eyes making me step back with a blush. He stepped back as well, clearing his throat and looking to the floor.

"Well...you get the idea..."he said softly.

"It's a wonderful idea Mr. Wonka. It will be a nice lead into the home decor industry." I said saying anything but what I was thinking.

"Yeah well...that's what my accountant says anyway. Shall we?" Willy asked gesturing down the hall. I went ahead, Wonka following behind me glancing at my rear once before blushing himself.