As the group stepped out of the elevator and into the powder room, Elvira's face fell. This was not at all what she had in mind, when she asked for the powder room!

Matilda's eyes scanned the room with delight. The powder room had rows and rows of pipes coming straight up out of the floor. The pipes were bent over at the top making them look like large canes. Out of every pipe there trickled a stream of white crystals. Oompa-Loompas ran back and forth, catching the crystals in little golden boxes and stacking the boxes against the walls. As Wonka led them to the center of the room, Matilda read the tube's labels: Peaches & Dreams, Banana & Snozzberries, Whipple Mellow, Honeycombs and Brushes, Stars in their Pies, Chocolate-Covered Moonbeams and Cream-Puffed Caterpiller Kisses.

"This is the Powder Room" Willy explained. "All manner of secret flavors that make my confectionery creations taste so great, are in these very tubes."

"Some of these flavors make absolutely no sense" Miranda declared. "Whoever heard of a snozzberry?"

"Peaches and dreams?" Clarissa tittered. "That means cream, right?"

"Of course not!" Willy smirked. "Cream wouldn't work half as good as dreams."

"I'm not seein' any protein powder in this joint" Vicky muttered.

"What kind of products are Cream-Puffed Caterpiller Kisses used for?" Matilda asked curiously.

"Oh, that one's my favorite" Willy replied. "It's wonderful, the texture is fluffy and luscious like a cream puff, but instead of leaving your stomach feeling heavy with rich cream, it feels like fuzzy caterpiller's crawling around inside you. It's... more enjoyable than it sounds, I assure you."

"So, instead of having butterflies in your stomach, you'll have caterpillers?" Matilda inquired, smiling.

Willy snapped his fingers. "That's wonderful!" He pulled out a notepad and pen. "We could use that for the marketing campaign."

Willy stared at Matilda as he scribbled down the note. She was smiling again, he loved when she smiled. Something shiny and glorious happened to her face when she smiled.

Then Elvira stepped between them, her creepy doll-like face blocking out Matilda's smile.

"Tell me, Willy" She said. "How do you keep such a trim figure, being around so many sweets everyday?"

"Well, it helps yourself and your business to not eat your inventory" Willy said, trying to maneuver around her.

Elvira linked his arm with hers and walked him away from Matilda. "Oh, business is one thing I know all about" she nodded. "Over the years, I released my own line of make-up and skin care. That's one thing we have in common."

"How is candy the same as cosmetics?" Willy asked confused.

"Well..." Elvira paused. "I suppose they're not alike at all really. But my point is imagine how a beautiful spokeslady would increase your product sales?"

"A spokeslady?" Willy repeated. "For candy?"

"Yes" Elvira nodded. "Just imagine how beautiful I'll look on the Wonka wrappers!"

"But candy doesn't need a spokes person" Willy explained. "It really just sells itself."

Elvira narrowed her eyes and turned up her nose. "I don't see what's so great about candy..." She ranted. "I don't care for this candy power. The only powders I like, are the ones I use on my face!"

Willy shot her an annoyed side-eye. "It just so happens that we do make face powders..."

He gestured to a pipe that contained a white powder. Willy took a small paper cup and turned valve on the pipe and out came a poof of white powder from the pipe and into the paper cone cup.

What is it?" Elvira asked, eyeing it with curious disdain.

"Spotty Powder!" Willy exclaimed, beaming at the company. "There it is! That's it! Fantastic stuff!"

"It looks like sugar" Miranda declared.

"It's meant to look like sugar" Willy said. "And it tastes like sugar. But it isn't sugar. No way!"

"Then what is it?" Vicky asked impatiently.

"That door over there" Mr Wonka said, turning away from the ladies and pointing to a small red door at the far end of the room. "It leads directly down to the machine that makes the powder. Twice a day, I go down there myself to feed it. But I'm the only one. Nobody ever comes with me."

They all stared at the little door on which read MOST SECRET - KEEP OUT.

The hum and throb of powerful machinery could be heard coming up from the depths below and the floor itself was vibrating all the time. The ladies could feel it through the soles of their shoes.

"Alright" Elvira said, smirking at Willy. "So what's the big deal? What's this stuff meant to do when you eat it?"

"That's part of the secret" Willy told her. "We're trying to keep it on the down low until it reaches the distribution stage." Willy laughed lightly, his eyes sparkling. "But it's great! You'd never guess, not in a million years."

"I don't have to!" Elvira told him. "I already figured it out."

"You have?" Matilda asked.

Elvira scoffed. "It's obvious!" She said. "It's all in the name! Spotty Powder? It's a blemish remover!"

"Actually, it's meant for eating" Willy explained. "Not for external use."

"Edible beauty products then!" Elvira nodded. "That's perfect! I can be a spokeslady for Wonka products after all! It's like I always say: Beautiful things always happen to beautiful people."

"There's a lot of holes in that philosophy" Willy mused.

Elvira eyed the white powder in the cup. "Of course, I will get my own sample of the product. Hand it over!" She demanded.

Willy held the cup away from her. "You don't want to do that" he told her. "It's not exactly--"

Elvira snatched the cup from him and smirked. She pinched a bit of the powder from the cup and sprinkled it on her tongue.

"Hmm..." she smacked her lips. "It does taste like sugar..."

Willy bit his lip nervously as he watched Elvira scarf down more of the power.

"It's tastes delicious" she nodded. "Of course, it will be impossible to tell whether or not it works on me. Since my face is always free of any blemishes. That's what happens when you invest in a good skin care routine and a 24/7 dermatolog--"

"You have a zit right there" Vicky pointed to her chin.

"WHAT?!" Elvira snapped. She whipped out her compact mirror and looked at her reflection. Sure enough, a large red glowing zit had sprouted on the end of her chin. "That's impossible... I've never even--"

"There's another on your forehead!" Clarissa pointed out. "One just appeared on your nose!"

"Two more on her right temple!" Miranda declared. "And all down your neck too!

"There's even more popping up on your cheeks!" Matilda told her. "It's spreading to your arms too! And your hair!"

Miranda stared into the mirror in horror. Her whole face was breaking out in red spots! They seemed to glow florescently and cover her skin.

"What is this stuff?!" She shrieked, tossing the cup of powder aside.

"I told you, it's Spotty Powder!" Willy exclaimed. "It's meant for children to sprinkle over their cereal at breakfast, pretending it's sugar. Then they eat it. And then, exactly five seconds after that, you come out in bright red spots all over your face, neck and body."

"What kind of a idiot would want spots on their body for breakfast?" Elvira roared.

"Let me finish" Willy said calmly. "So then when the kids mother looks at you across the table and says, 'My poor dear. You must have chickenpox. You can't possibly go to school today.' So the kid stays home. But by lunch-time, the spots will have all disappeared."

"Wow!" Matilda marveled. "Imagine the success, if you brought it out in time for mid-term exams?"

"That is the ideal time to use it" Willy nodded. "But you can't do it too often or it'll give the game away. Keep it for the really nasty days."

"HELLO!" Elvira shouted.

"Hi!" Willy waved.

"What about me?!" Elvira snapped. "How long will it take for these spots to get off of me?!"

"Oh..." Willy laughed nervously. "Yeah... about that. You see, Spotty Powder was made specifically for children, since they're the ones who go to school. When it comes to adults... the effects become... permanent."

Elvira's eyes widened in horror. "WHAT?!" She screamed.

"PERMANENT!" Willy responded louder, with his hand cupping his mouth. "I think it might cause hearing loss in adults too..."

"No! No! No! ...No!" Elvira cried out in a shrill voice. "You have to fix this, Wonka! Fix it now! I can't go around with a face full of spots! I-I have contracts with cosmetics companies! I have beauty pagents to compete an-and make appearances in! My whole brand is based on my beauty! You can't do this to me!"

"But I didn't do this to you, Miss Entwistle" Willy stated. "You did it to yourself, I told you it wasn't--"

Elvira screamed in frustration.

Willy frowned deeply before lolling his tongue, causing an Oompa-Loompa to come forth.

"I don't think Miss Entwistle is feeling up to staying here with us much longer" he said to the Oompa-Loompa. "Would you help her take her bags and escort her out of the factory?"

The Oompa-Loompa nodded and scurried off, leading Elvira by the skirt.

And just like that, five became the four.

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As Willy escorted the ladies back to their rooms, Matilda was the last one, given that she had the room at the very end of the hall. She noticed how Willy's walking pace seemed to slow down when it was just him and her. Although it could just be that he was tired. Why would he want to spend more time with her?

"So..." Willy said. "What was your favorite room you saw today?"

"Oh my gosh..." Matilda breathed. "I... I honestly don't know. Every room is like something out of quirky childhood dream. I can't believe after everything we saw today, there's even more to come!"

Willy smiled at her reaction. "Yes" he nodded. "Well, one of the problems with the first tour in '05 was that it was for one day only. You can't possibly see all there needs to be seen of my factory in one day."

"Do you suppose Elvira will ever lose her spots?" Matilda asked with some concern. "I do feel bad for her."

"Probably... maybe... I dunno" Willy admitted. "For some folks it can be hard to change their spots..."

"That's something I know all too well" Matilda nodded. "I've been trying to change mine."

Willy looked at her like she was crazy. "Why?" He asked.

"Because everyone wants me to" Matilda sighed, her eyes focused on the hall carpet. "I'm often too... weird for people. My patisserie school teachers says so, my classmates say so, my stepmother says so..."

"What do you say?" Willy interjected.

Matilda looked at him. "What do you mean?" She asked.

"What do you say about yourself?" Willy asked. "You're allowed a say about your own personality?"

Matilda hadn't thought about that. "I don't really like talking about myself" She shrugged sheepishly. "I don't want to sound stuck-up."

"But you have a right to be" Willy told her. "You're wonderful... more than just a pretty face, I'm sure. I bet you have lots of different skills..."

"I just bake" Matilda said.

"Baking?" Willy asked, his face lighting up. "What do you bake?"

"Uh... Well, only the basic things" Matilda shrugged modestly. "Cookies, cakes, pies, muffins, tarts, doughnuts..."

"Oh" Willy nodded.

"Croquembouche, macarons, cheesecake, truffles, strudel, croissants" Matilda went on. "Eclairs, mille-feuilles, profiteroles, Tarte tatin...

"Uh-huh..." Willy nodded. "Matil--"

"Swiss rolls, danishes, baked Alaska, soufflé, baumkuchen, cranachan..." Matilda listed.

"Matilda..."

"Baklava, Turkish delight, snow eggs, Italian chocolate baci, creme brule..."

"Matilda, were here!" Willy interjected quickly.

Matilda looked up from her mental listing and noticed they were at her room.

"Oh! Sorry to bend your ear like that" she avoided his gaze.

"No, I like have my ears bent" Willy insisted. "They've always been too big anyway, that's why I always style my hair like this, so they don't show."

Matilda smiled. "Well, thank you for today, Willy" She nodded gratefully. "It was a lot of fun."

"Thank you for sharing your skill with me" He said. "I'd like to try some of your creations sometime. Not really sure what half of them are, but I have a very open-minded pallet. The perks of being a candy connoisseur." He chuckled lightly.

Matilda beamed. "I'd love to make something for you, Willy" She told him.

"Well... goodnight" Willy sighed.

"Goodnight, Willy" Matilda waved, before closing the door.

She leaned against the door and sighed happily. The Willy Wonka taking a shine to her confectionery skills. This was something a baker only dreamed of! Right up there with cooking alongside Juila Childs!

As Matilda collapsed onto the bed, she thought back to the day she had. The sights she saw, the fun she had, it was all so invigorating and enticing. She felt she must do something to thank Willy for today, for allowing her to stay in his spectacular factory and see things no one else could. But in order to do that... she'd need a kitchen.

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That night Matilda crept out of her room and wandered down the hall, in search of one of those sweet little men that worked for Willy. She saw one in the hallway leading to the chocolate room and followed him.

"Excuse me!" She called as he turned to face her. "Excuse me... I was wondering if you might know where I could find a kitchen? I know it seems unorthodox, but... I was hoping to make something for Mr. Wonka. A treat to say thank you for letting me stay here with him."

The little man stared up at him with a blank expression. It was only then Matilda realized, maybe not all the Oompa-Loompa's spoke english. Willy did mention that they came from a foreign land.

"I'm sorry to bother you..." she began turning back down the hallway she came.

Until she felt a gentle tug on her pant leg. She turned and noticed the Oompa-Loompa smiling approvingly and ushering her down the hall.

The Oompa-Loompa led her down a few more hallways until they reached a door appropriately labeled: Kitchen.

Matilda's eyes widened as they walked in. This kitchen was huge! They had an oven that was big enough to cook a whole elephant in! An industrial sized full stocked fridge sat across the room, next to sacks upon sacks of flour, from all purpose to almond to bread. On either side of the room were long counters, where all manner of Oompa-Loompa's were kneading dough, mixing ingredients and whipping eggs or cream.

To Matilda, it was paradise! It was her dream kitchen come to life! Oh, that things she could do with a kitchen this size! The things she could create! There would be no limitations!

She turned to the her tiny escort. "May I...?" She asked timidly.

He gestured to the room and Matilda took off. She went over to the fridge and pantry, beginning to take out what she needed. Flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, nutmeg, cinnamon, vanilla extract, eggs, milk and butter.

The oompa loompa's watched on in awe as Matilda zipped back and forth around the kitchen. Measuring and mixing the dry ingredients together, then the wet ingredients. Perfectly cracking eggs one handedly, no measurement was too little or too much, mixing with the force of a machine. Finally she broke out the muffin tins that yielded three dozen each. She flicked the paper cups into their assigned places and divided an even amount of batter into each one. She slid the tray into the oven and set a timer for twenty minutes.

She turned at saw the oompa loompa's staring at her in amazement.

"I could give you the recipe if you like...?" She smiled.

They nodded absent-mindedly. Was this woman not aware of the skills she possessed?

By the time Matilda scratched out the recipe for the oompa loompa's, the timer rang. She slid on her oven mitts and took out the golden brow muffins, filling the kitchen with a warm cinnamon scent. She then melted butter and broke out the brown sugar and cinnamon. She dipped each muffin top in the melted butter and rolled them in the cinnamon-brown sugar mix, leaving them with a sweet and shiny topping.

Finally when she was done, Matilda staked the muffins on a plate and served them to the gathered crowd of Oompa-Loompa's.

"Enjoy..." she smiled.

The Oompa-Loompa's glanced at one another, then began to swarm the plate, each one snatching a muffin up for themselves. They hummed in delight at the taste of the sweet and spicy confections.

Matilda giggled lightly, before taking the final plate of muffins out of the kitchen, with a private note. She walked down the hallway, past her room and into another hall. She soon realized this was the hall they walked into when they first arrived.

Matilda soon realized she was lost. She walked down the shrinking hallway that led to the chocolate room and sighed, putting the plate of muffins down beside her.

How could I he so stupid?! She thought. I made something for Willy when I didn't even know where his room was!

Matilda rolled her eyes at her own foolishness as she leaned against the wall. Only the wall caved in and she fell right through it!

Matilda grunted as she landed on a set of stairs. She got up rubbing her sore bottom where to hit it against the stairs. She turned and noticed that the wall in the shrinking hallway opened up into a secret stairway.

Matilda noticed a light on at the top of the stairs and picked up the plate of muffins. She crept softly off the stairs and wandered into the doorway at the top. Inside was the hallway of a house, with dark plum colored memoryfoam carpeting and dark purple and silver striped wallpaper lined the hallway of rooms and a shiny black wooden stair railing led down another set of stairs. The whole place radiated warmth and comfort one could only find in a Victorian family home.

Her curiosity drowning out her common sense, Matilda walked down the cushy carpeted stairs and found a living room with a dark brown conversation pit couch and tall mahogany bookcases, surrounding a fireplace.

To her right, Matilda found an immaculate kitchen that was decorated with pale blue and white tile and all kinds of antique appliances from the 1950s. It was like something out of from Bewitched or The Donna Reed Show!

Suddenly Matilda heard voices coming from the upstairs. Her eyes widened, anxiously. She was so preoccupied in finding Willy's living quarters, that she never stopped to think of how he'd react if he found her in there!

Tilly abandoned the plate of muffins on the kitchen counter and made a mad dash for the living room. As she heard Willy's voice coming down the stairs, she rushed into the closet under the stairs, carefully shutting the door behind her.

"...She's really something, Charlie" Willy said into his cellphone. "And she bakes! Isn't that just perfect? The baker and the chocolatier! It's like a fairy tale. Well, someone oughta write a fairy tale about that."

Matilda tired to steady her ragged breathing, when suddenly she noticed the closet she was in began to light up. Tiny circular purple sensor-activated lights began to glow. Matilda but her lip nervously, fearing that Willy would notice the lights from under the door.

She stood up and began to read the words illuminated beside the circular lights. They were labeled: Up And Out, Mechanical Clouds, Mighty Jam Monitor, Elastic Forest, Dessert Island, Sneezes and Smells Department, Television Room, Whizzdoodle Warehouse, Root Beer Distillery, Pastry Room, Projection Room and there was even more than that.

Matilda soon realized that this was no closet she'd stepped in, it was an elevator! She scanned the walls until finally finding a button labeled Guest Quarters. She pushed button and waited for the elevator to move up or down. But was caught off guard by the elevator jolting sideways.

Matilda's breath hitched as the elevator stopped than began shooting upwards and than the other way.

This is more like a Rollercoaster than an elevator Matilda thought, feeling her stomach lurch.

Finally the elevator stopped in front of her room and she stepped out. She went into her room and flopped onto the bed, exhausted from the day she's had.

Well, at least I got my thank you gift to Willy She thought. And there's no way he can know it's from me, therefore he'll never know I was in his house.

Matilda rolled over and began to fall asleep, pleased with her work today.

Then she remembered one crucial detail about her thank you gift. Her eyes snapped open...

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"Dear Mr. Wonka... Thank you for what has been the best day of my life. As promised here is a taste of my bake skills. Enjoy! Sincerely, Matilda." Willy read the note he found on the plate of muffins.

"Wow..." he smiled softly. "She really is the sweetest girl..." he took a bite of one of the muffins and his eyes widened.

"Oh... my... gosh!" His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the taste. "She's not a baker... she's a miracle worker!"