Charlie called Veruca the next day and told her all about the business trip to the cocoa fields he would be taking at the end of the week and the extra time he allotted for a little vacation and asked if she would be interested in joining him, something she eagerly accepted. It was a no brainer; she would rather spend her weekend on a sunny beach than in her penthouse in one of the cloudiest cities of the world. Such a drastic change in weather meant that the two could not wear their usual garbs on this trip, something Charlie specifically brought up when he told her to dress for warm weather before they left. Now, such a request did not impede Veruca's ability to go, because as the daughter of a wealthy industrialist who traveled overseas for vacation since she was a child, the little brute had an entire wardrobe suited for every conceivable climate, especially tropical ones. Even Charlie, who brought the rugged aesthetic of his improvised youth into his privileged adulthood, had outfits that fit whatever climate he found himself in while on business. In this case, Charlie wore a pair of khaki cargo shorts and an all-white Yucatán-style guayabera shirt he bought the last time he visited Mexico. And to pair it all off, the heir wore some hiking shoes, built for the rugged jungle terrain he would be traversing, as well as sporting an iconic Panama hat with a black band running along the bottom of the dome, a stylish accessory which served the purpose of protecting his more-pasty-than-your-average-Brit's skin from the tropical sun's mighty rays. There would be no sweaters on this trip, no clunky pants made of dark material or any other heavy garments, just breathable clear-colored shirts, shorts, and of course, beachwear.

Instead of driving, Charlie took the Great Glass Elevator directly to Stourton since there would be no need to drive to City of London when they would be taking off for Mexico from there. Once again, Stourton's doorman watched in awe as this glass box descended from the heavens and parked on the curb next to the building until Charlie would need it to stage an impressive reveal, only for the lone passenger to step out of the contraption and walk up to the door as if what had transpired was completely normal. Once inside, and after waiving at Herp, Charlie called Veruca to let her know that he was at her apartment building, but she wanted him to come up to the penthouse to help her with her suitcases, so she pulled a trick where she sent the elevator down to the lobby and once Charlie was on board, she summoned it back up. Even though they would only be gone for two days, as soon as the elevator doors opened inside the penthouse, Charlie saw the three bags Veruca packed for the trip, all the while he barely filled up one small bag. The heir guessed such was to be expected, considering how vain this former Miss Universe contestant was, but, like always with the little brute, the surprises did not stop there. He thought his outfit looked like some European explorer from days past, but Veruca's entire get-up made him look like some tourist half-assing an authentic experience aesthetic. The little brute looked more than prepared to take on the jungle, or at least an idealized version of the unforgiving terrain. She wore a short-sleeved khaki safari shirt with more pockets than what Charlie knew what to do with that only made it to right above her belly button, exposing the remaining part of her midriff, paired with matching khaki hotpants and black hiking boots. This explorer chic look was only expanded upon by Veruca's usage of a pair of black sunglasses, but because he did not feel comfortable ogling Veruca, Charlie began to focus on the fact that the little brute's brown hair, which she typically curled into little swirls, was now completely straight and passing her shoulders.

This fresh look caught Charlie by surprise, but he very much liked it, so much so that he confidently declared, "Can I say, I like your hair straightened, it's banging."

To show off her latest look, Veruca shuck her head back and forward in an "S" fashion over and over, making her straight hair waive side to side, almost looking like they were strands of silk since her hair was so soft and well-moisturized. And, after basking in the glorious rays of compliments, again, without thanking him for the compliment, she replied, "I know. I must straighten if we're going somewhere humid, though. I remember the first time I went to Cancun; everything was fine until I stepped one foot outside the airport terminal. It was like sticking your head into an oven, the heat just hits you all at once. Anyways, the real problem is the humidity, it makes my clothes stick to me and it messes with my curled hair. If I don't uncurl it, within a minute I go from looking like Judy Garland in Pigskin Parade to Judy Garland in Babes on Broadway. Oh, you know the scene I'm talking about!"

While he was rusty on knowledge of Golden Age Hollywood films, to say the least, Charlie could tell from the sound of Veruca's voice that her description did not sound pleasant at all. To shift the conversation away from such an undesirable topic, Charlie handed Veruca a tall, disposable cup of coffee he made at the factory before leaving, and said, "I brought you this coffee, Veruca, you're going to need it."

With the cup in her hands, the little brute examined it, as if it were a strange rock or some other bizarre creation that could only have been concocted behind the walls of Wonka's chocolate factory, and appealed, "I don't see why, flights to Cancun take over ten hours, and it's not like we're going to be staying up the whole time."

"What time is out flight, by the way? I assume we're flying commercial," she added, chiding Charlie for what she believed would be this street urchin's mode of transportation.

Even though the way they would get halfway around the world was far from traditional, ironically, it very much matched up with the way Veruca typically got around when it came to transcontinental travel, to which Charlie jested, "Don't worry, Veruca, we're very much flying private."

"Thank God! Commercial flights are what I hate the most about traveling. The queues at Heathrow are so ghastly!"

"Well, Veruca, we're not taking an areoplane to Mexico."

"What are we taking then, a boat? Taking a plane for a two-day trip already made no sense, I don't see how bloody maritime travel will get us there faster!"

Now that he had his fun hiding the truth from his guest, Charlie initiated his plan to reveal their transportation, which he kicked off by asking, "No, it's...um, Veruca, does this block have a large empty rooftop?"

"It's mostly empty, some chairs and tables, but they're spread about."

"Perfect, can we access it from your penthouse?"

"Yes, we have to go through the side door," Veruca replied as she pointed to a door next to the elevator.

But before she could grab the doorknob to open the entrance, the little brute turned to Charlie, pointed to the bags she packed, and commanded, "Ooh, grab my luggage and carry them up the staircase."

This little-used door led to a plain hallway with a stairwell leading all the way to the lobby and a staircase that continued for one more floor and led up to the roof, the place where Veruca took the lead and guided Charlie, who, like always, gratefully carried her luggage, out of her penthouse and up to the roof. The space at the top of the building was as Veruca described, a mostly empty flat ceiling with a few chairs and even fewer tables spread about, the perfect place to reveal the most unique form of transportation known to man.

Charlie stopped in front of an empty area of the roof, put Veruca's suitcases down, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and asked his guest after maneuvering through one of his apps, "Veruca, do you remember what you asked your father for before he smacked your bum?"

Once she was reminded of the most consequential moment in her relationship with her Daddy, the little brute simply groaned, "Ugh, of course I do, a flying glass elevator. The lazy sod didn't even try to get me one."

Apart from the reason of speed, one of the reasons Charlie chose to use the transport he did was because he wanted to give his fellow Golden Ticket winner an experience she could not get anywhere else, admitting, "Well, I can't get you one, but I can let you experience one."

"Veruca, this is the Great Glass Elevator," the heir proclaimed before pressing a button on the screen of his phone.

At that moment, the two heard what sounded like a cross between a car starting and flames gushing out of a confined space, or in other words, the four propulsion rockets igniting and lifting the crystal contraption from the street down below and up to the rooftop. The glass box jolted straight up and hovered over the edge of the Stourton building for a bit before carefully sliding towards the building itself, making Veruca take a few steps backwards as she looked up at it in awe.