Willy and Glenda (the good witch) Wonka
“Willy, are you a good husband or a bad husband?”
“Teee heee heee hee…” the munchkins’ giggling carried through the window.
“Gah,” Willy waved his hand in front of his face, sick of the incessant giggling.
“You don’t have time for me anymore. All you do is work, work, work, eat, eat, eat, and spend time with the oompaloompas. When will it end?”
“Should we get out the eggdicator and see if I’m a bad egg?”
“I’d rather see the wizard.” Glenda fluttered eyelashes.
“Is there something going on between you and Oz?”
“No,” Glenda turned wiping her eyes. “But where is the passion, the love? Where did it go?”
“Maybe it went down the yellow brick road…” he muttered.
“What?” she sobbed.
“Nothing, my scrumdiddlyumptious,” Willy said placing his hand on her shoulder. She turned, searching his eyes, looking for the love they’d found so long ago. Willy caressed her cheek, sending long forgotten shivers down her spine. She leaned in staring at his chocolate stained lips, wanting that kiss like nothing she’d wanted before—the reassurance that all was not lost, that their love would live on. He pulled her tightly in his arms, his lips just millimeters away…
Knock, knock, knock.
“Yes?” Willy called with Glenda still wrapped in his arms.
“Sir, it’s the Lollipop Guild, they’ve contaminated the taffy pull again.” An oompaloompa poked his head in the door.