"Where can we go?" Violet looked up at Wonka, her jaw endlessly chewing away at the idle thought of being given a wide sweeping choice.
"We've so many places to explore on what I had planned: my Chocolate Gardens and river, my private Inventing Room, the Sorting Center for all my nuts to see the trained squirrels-"
"Uh-huh...what else have you got? Like, do you have a place where you make Gum or something similar?"
"I mean, I was working on something like that in the Inventing Room. But, perhaps it'd be easier to determine the best place to start in our vessel of choice. Follow me," Wonka scratched his chin a tad before leading the pair into a glass box littered with buttons that were labeled with all sorts of odd names. "This is my Glass Elevator. It goes up ways, down ways, sideways, and every other whichaway you could imagine. Just hit a button and we'll zoom along to start out the tour."
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