Dorothy and Noodle finished giving their service to Abacus; Dorothy carefully folding his clothes and placing them on his desk. The two left him to rest and went next to Willy's room, as the little girl knocked on the door. "Room service." She gently said. Dorothy and Noodle came in, as the blonde placed a bowl of slop on his desk. "Told you to read the small print." Noodle told Willy. "Oh, so you were the person she tried to save!" Dorothy realised. "Hm, well, slight problem with that." Willy responded to Noodle. The two girls didn't reply back and then Dorothy went into realisation once again. "Oh, you can't read, can you?" She asked him. "I've focused my studies almost exclusively on chocolate. For everything else, we've relied on the kindness of strangers." Willy said as he turned around to look at the serenader and the small girl. "And look where that's got you...the Staff Quarters." Noodle stated. "It's better than nothing. You've got a bed," Dorothy gestured to the mattress. Willy sat down on the bed but it broke in an instant, and made him fall right on the floor. "You had a bed." Dorothy corrected her words. "Desk, and a wash basin/toilet." She continued, making the chocolatier feel disgusted by that. "Water comes in two temperatures. Cold and colder." 

"How much do you owe them?"

"Ten thousand."

"Count yourself lucky. I owe thirty." Noodle said. "What? How do you owe them money? I thought they found you down the laundry chute." Willy questioned. "Oh, they did. Took me in out of the goodness of their hearts and charged me for the privilege." She explained to him, with some slight sarcasm in her tone. The brunette then locked eyes with the blonde, as he asked her the same question. "Let's just say...more than Noodle. My debt isn't just to them, it's also to those three snobs you faced today." Dorothy answered and Willy arched an eyebrow in confusion. "When Dorothy was younger, she and her uncle Charles didn't have much to eat so one day, she went into the Galeries Gourmet and stole a tub from each of them. Unfortunately, she didn't get very far and got caught by the Chief of Police, and is now in a huge debt with them." Noodle said, instead of Dorothy, since she knew the blonde never wanted to live that day again. "Stealing is wrong." Willy piped in. "I was starving, okay?!"

"What a bunch of monsters." He changed the subject. "The greedy beat the needy every time, Mr. Wonka. Guess it's just the way of the world." Noodle said, and then the two girls started to show themselves out. "Oh, come on, Noodle. That's just your orphan syndrome talking." Dorothy leaned back into view with an arched eyebrow, right at the man. "Her what?" She questioned as she gestured for Noodle to keep going. "Her orphan syndrome, and we're certainly not going to be eating any slops." Willy walked over to his desk, took the bowl of slop and dropped into a water bucket. Dorothy walked back into his room, as he took out a suitcase and put it on the table. Noodle was told to leave, but secretly stayed to eavesdrop. "What are you doing?" The blonde asked, curiously. "I'm making chocolate, of course. How do you like it? Dark? White? Nutty? Absolutely insane." He replied to her. "I don't know. I've never had any." Dorothy shrugged her shoulders.

"You've never had chocolate?"

"No, I just told you that."

"WHAT?! YOU'VE NEVER HAD CHOCOLATE?!"

"I've stolen it, never got to taste it! Weren't you listening to Noodle?"

Willy just sighed, sat down and opened up the suitcase. Dorothy slightly gaped at this wonderful contraption. Every shelf was filled with a vial of a different substance, tubing that extended beyond the suitcase and buttons that made her wonder what they did. "Fortunately, I have a selection of the world's finest ingredients right here in my travel factory." He said to the blonde. "This is amazing. I mean, I've seen stages and what they can do to transform it, but this is...an awe-filled sight." She slightly chuckled. "Where to begin, that's the question. Ah! I know! Silver linings!"

"Silver...what?"

"Made of condensed thunderclouds and liquid sunlight. Helps you see that faint ray of hope beyond the shadow of despair. Just what we need, wouldn't you say?" Willy took out vials from the shelves, pouring them into the mixer. "Did you always want to make chocolate?" Noodle came into view, speaking up. "I thought I told you to quit it with eavesdropping." Dorothy crossed her arms with an arched eyebrow. "I can't help it!" The girl groaned, and the blonde rolled her eyes. "Back when I was your age, Noodle, I wanted to be a magician. My mom was the cook. We lived on the river, just the two of us, in a perfect little world of our own." Willy told his backstory to the pair. Dorothy did feel slightly jealous when Willy spoke of his mother; considering she hadn't seen hers for several years. She always wondered where they went, but Uncle Charles never wanted to speak on it. Why would that be? 

"The way I remember it, I spent every waking hour trying to come up with some new trick or other to impress my mom. But...the real magic came from her." Willy explained. "We didn't have a lot of money but each week she brought home one coca bean, and by the time my birthday came around, there was enough to make a single bar of chocolate, but it wasn't any old chocolate. Far from it." Dorothy and Noodle leaned forward in curiosity. "She said there was a secret I didn't know about. That I would know when I'm older. She promised that when I shared chocolate with the world, she would be right beside me." He answered the thoughts of the girls. "That's so cute!" Dorothy giggled. "Y-You think so?" Willy questioned her. 

"So what was it, Willy? What was her secret?" Noodle asked, which broke Willy away from Dorothy's gaze. "I never found out." He stated. "Soon after, she fell sick and before I knew it, all I had left was her chocolate." Dorothy's hands flew to her chest; feeling sorry for him. "I'm so sorry." She told him, the chocolatier giving a smile of reassurance in return. "That's why I'm here, Noodle, so I can feel the same way I did back then, eating chocolate with her." He went on. "What do you mean?" Noodle asked. "My mom once promised that when I share chocolate with the world she'd be right there beside me. And I know it sounds crazy, but I always hoped she'd somehow keep that promise. She might even tell me her secret." A ding then came from the suitcase, a small piece of grey piece with literal silver linings and a yellow lightning bolt in the centre. Willy took it and held it out to the blonde, which she hesitatingly took. 

Dorothy then looked over to Noodle; who was admiring the piece with hungry eyes. She smiled, handing the piece over to the girl. Noodle took it but looked at Dorothy with concerned eyes. The blonde nodded with a sweet smile; Noodle taking a bite out of the piece of chocolate. "I wish you hadn't done that." She told Dorothy. "Why not? Something wrong with it?" Dorothy asked her. "No, I like it. It's just...now each day I don't have chocolate will be a little harder." She replied.

"Then how would you like to have all the chocolate you can eat everyday for the rest of your life?"

The girls looked back at Willy with confusion. "A lifetime supply?" Noodle questioned. "A lifetime supply." Willy repeated with a smile. "What would we have to do?" The girl asked him. "Hang on, who's 'we'?" Dorothy pointed a finger at her. Noodle gestured to herself and the woman. "Oh, that's fine, then." Dorothy's mood changed completely. "Not much. Just get me out of here." Willy ordered. "Are you insane?!" Dorothy then exclaimed to him. "Shh! It's fine!" Willy shushed her. "We'll get someone to cover our shifts and Noodle can smuggle us out in the laundry cart, just for a few hours. Nobody would even know we were gone." He explained to the blonde. "What's the point of that?!" Dorothy yelled again. "To sell chocolate, of course! We'll split the profits and pay off Mrs. Scrubit in no time! A-And, we can do the same for the three at the Galeries Gourmet for you." He said. 

"It's a nice idea."

"It's a great idea."

"But it's not going to work!" Dorothy raised her hands up in the air. "Course it will!" Willy argued back, walking back to the window. "You don't understand. Mrs Scrubit's like a hawk, she keeps her beady eye on everything that comes in and out of the Wash House...except...huh." Noodle came into realisation, with something on her mind. "What is it?" Willy turned to ask. "No, it's nothing." She denied. He turned back to the window. "Huh..."

"A double-huh! That means something!" Dorothy, once again, pointed a finger at the girl. "That's the Silver Living! It's given her an idea!" Willy explained, walking over to stand next to Dorothy. "Okay, so the one time she dropped her guard was when this aristocrat came into the laundry. He was only asking for directions but she was all over like a rash. It was disgusting." Noodle gagged and Dorothy gave a disgusted face as well, she for sure remembered that time. "That's it! All we have to do is find an aristocrat and slip out while she's distracted." He took two pieces from the suitcase, handing one to Dorothy. The two took a bite, as Noodle questioned where they were going to find an aristocrat. "Huh." Willy said, with an actual light bulb turning on above his head; looking up at it. "Huh?" Dorothy came to realisation as well. "Huh!" Willy did it again. "A...triple-huh?" Noodle said. "You have a pencil and paper?" He pointed at Dorothy.

"How else do I write songs for my uncle's troupe?"

"I've got an idea."