Mike had noticed a door that said “Charlie’s room” that’s when Mike reliesed that if anyone knew how he could inflate, it would be the owner, Charlie Bucket.
Mike had opened the door to the bed room, and it surprisingly look like a normal kids bed room, a few toys here and there, a night stand, a few dressers with a closet but in the bed, was Charlie sleeping, Mike was a bit nervous, and to be sure to not attract any unwanted attention from the other rooms, Mike had closes the door behind him.
Mike walked up to the bed, his heart beating at the same time with Charlie’s breath’s. Mike tapped Charlie’s shoulder … nothing, gave him a pay in the head, nothing … “Didn’t know Charlie was such a heavy sleeper.” “Huh, who’s, there?” Charlie said groggily (shit) “Umm, it’s just me an umpaloumpa, just checking up on you.” Charlie turns around towards the voice and turns on the lamp beside him, “Aaaahhh!” “Aaaahhh!” “M-Mike?! What are you doing in my bedroom, let alone my factory?! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” “A-sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I wanted to ask you something.” Mike started to blush a bit out of embarrassment “*sigh* It’s ok, just knock next time k,” “k” “so what did you want to ask me anyway?” “W-well, you, remember what happened to Violet when we first visited the factory?” “Yeeeessss? Why?” “ well, I wanted to maybe have that happen to me.” Charlie’s face turned a bit red, not expecting Mike to say that. “Well, if that’s what you want I, have three methods.” “What are they?” Mikes face lit up as he said those words, “well there’s a air tank, the gum Violet used, a knew soda I’m working on and than finally I could attach you to a hose from the chocolate river, but you won’t be able to digest it, so which one do you want?”