Being where Willy has the bestest birthday ever, thanks to his loving family ... Manouche manages to convince one out of two Abberlines that Kat is still alive … Sasha and Ruby discuss their fears about Danee’s silence and Kat’s determination to return home, no matter what … Ava discovers she’s been shanghaied on the Corpse Bride, and talks over her dilemma with a surprise stowaway … Maryann continues to poison Don Juan’s feelings about Ava … Candy takes matters into her own hands and magically whisks away to Fiji for help … James broaches the subjects of love and marriage with Willy … and Netta, feeling somewhat let down by the Security department, finds an interested party who seems all too willing to help her in her search for Dawn.

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*Later in the afternoon, the entire family sits down to celebrate Willy's 39th birthday. He and Madame arranged plans for a night on the town, so they brought out the cake early. After Willy blew out the candles and they all had their share, Madame rushed the children to get their presents. They all returned one by one with presents in their hands, with the exception of Angel, who giggled in her highchair*

Chaseline: *shoves her way to the front of the line* Me first!! *she proudly holds up her gift to Willy, which is nicely done in wrapping paper.*

Willy: Did you do all this yourself? *takes the gift careful. It's rather flat and thin*

Chaseline: No, mommy helped me.

Willy: *nods and carefully opens the gift. Inside is a calendar. He opens it up and sees a picture of him and Chaseline at the beach. Chaseline was still one back then and sat on his back, grinning as big as her father was* Oh this is wonderful! It's perfect for my office. I needed a calendar, you know.

Chaseline: Yea! I picked the picture, but mommy kinda did the rest.

Willy: In my eyes, it's all from you. *Chaseline laughs and Willy leans down and gives her a kiss. She skitters back to her seat*

Cole: *steps forward with his present in a small bag* I made this one all on my own. *he holds it up*

Willy: Fantabulous! Did you make it at school? *Cole nods and Willy takes the tissue paper out and pulls out a hardened mold with a print of Cole's hand in it. He beams and reads the words underneath out loud* Gonna Be Like Dad. Cole this is fantastic. It's just the beginning right?

Cole: Right! Hey dad, they asked me if I wanted to put anything different.

Willy: Oh? *He looks at Madame nervously*

Cole: Yea. I told them no.

Willy: *gathers Cole into a tight hug* Well it is perfect already isn't it?  *Cole nods and hugs him back, then sits back down on his chair*

Will: *hops in front and holds up another bag, holding it up as far as he can* Mom helped me on this one, dad.

Willy: Well she'd have to watch you wouldn't she?

Will: Nooooooo *he grins*

Willy: Right. *he takes the gift and opens it. He pulls out a wall clock with a picture of them on the face. It was from the past Christmas. Will was given a Nascar set from the all-reliable Santa. Willy set it up and played with Will for hours. Madame snapped a photo of them both lying on the ground, leaning on their elbows* This is one of my favorite photos *looks to Chaseline* One of the many, of course. *Chaseline smiles and he turns back* I love it, very much, Will.

Will: I picked that one out ‘cause that's the toy I still have from last Christmas and I really like it. Especially when we play with it together.

Willy: Trust me, boy, playing with your toys is my favorite activity. *he laughs and hugs Will, who hugs him back and sits down*

Jacob: *steps up, takes a quick breath from his inhaler and hands Willy a wrapped present, carefully forming the shape of a mug* Mom helped. *he smiles*

Willy: *takes it and tears off the wrapping paper. His gift is of course a mug with another picture, this time of Willy and Jacob when Jacob left the hospital from an emergency asthma attack not too long ago. Willy let Jacob sit on his lap while they drove home and as Willy put it in park at the factory, Madame took a picture.* You bring back lots of memories.

Jacob: I can always remember it as my FIRST time driving. *Willy arched a brow* Sorta...

Willy: *grins* And I'll be seeing it everyday with a fresh cup of cocoa in it. *Jacob smiles and hugs Willy tightly. He wheezes again, takes a wiff of his inhaler and pulls himself on his chair* All of these gifts are just amazing. I can't thank you enough!

Madame: One more, love. *she pulls a piece of paper out of her coat pocket and hands it to him*

Willy: *opens it up and sees a ton of colorful scribbles all over the paper* Well that's clearly an amazing piece of artwork from the very famous Angel Wonka.  *Angel shrieks.  Willy picks her up and kisses her head* I plan to have this framed and put it on the wall of my office.

Madame: She'll be embarrassed for years to come.

Willy: I'll just show it to her boyfriends. Which she'll never have *he grins innocently*

At Chez Roux:

Rianne *in the kitchen, gives Vinnie's order to the chef. Shortly after she has returned upstairs with a serving-cart with today's special and a bottle of wine. Rianne knocks lightly on the door* Room-service, señor Frafuso ...

Vinnie *opens the door, holds it open, waves her in*  Good timing, Miss … *he peers at her name tag* … Miss Rianne.  Very pretty name.  *he waits for her to bring the cart inside, set the order on the table near the window.  He takes some money from his pocket, holds it out to her*  I didn’t expect you to actually deliver the order.  Thanks for the good service.

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*After the cake and presents, the babysitter is brought in and Willy and Madame leave for a night. They go out to dinner, see (part of) a movie and afterwards go to the park and sit on a bench. A river sat in front of them and they watched the water run by smoothly*

Madame: So was it really so bad?

Willy: *sighs* Actually no. I guess having the children around was a big plus.

Madame: *laughs* They can usually lighten the mood. So are you ready for another gift?

Willy: Really? I would've thought you helping with the triplet's gifts was enough.

Madame: *surprised* No! Of course not. *she takes out a small wooden box and hands it to him* I think you'll like it.

Willy: *he takes the box and opens it. Inside is a spyglass. He picks it up and observes it* This is interesting.

Madame: The white thing at the bottom is part of it too.

Willy: *he looks back in the box and sees a slip of white paper. He picks it up, turns it over, and immediately goes into complete shock* You...you..didn' t...you got..Holy Wonka Bars!!!!

Madame: *laughs* I figured you could grab a hobby in something besides cars.

Willy: *a wild smile spreads on his face* This is the best birthday ever. *he puts the box on the bench, takes Madame's face in his hands, and kisses her deeply*

At Tropical Breeze:

Lola:  I saw’d that Chiana her daddy buyed her a pony an the Wonka’s they got ponies too! An I don’t Sam I want a pony! Why can't I have a pony for. I am a princess maybe I should ask daddy...  Chiana daddy had a baby *she scratches her head* she hasn’t seen it yet her daddy says NO.... Her daddy is silly. Have you seen that push chair she rides in yuck. It's not good as mine hers isn't pink it's green. Mommy had Valentino too maybe we’d see him soon! Mommies still with that silly man with the funny mask an hat. Daddy says he’s a silly man who can’t do anything. Chase says her daddy made new chocolate. I ‘ave to tell everyone cause her daddy needs all the customers. We must get big people to buy wonka chocolate. Sam you listening ... Sam listen to me... Daddy gonna buy me a dolly he's got lots of that funny paper that all the big people have. An a pretty new dress too! Daddy says I'm beautiful.

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*Willy and Madame quietly walk in to the master suite and creep to the baby room. Madame quietly opens the door and Willy peeks in just over her head. The children are sound asleep. Tonight the babysitter brought out the spare mattress so Cole could sleepover in their room. Madame begins to close the door when they hear a child's voice*

Chaseline: Daddy? *she sits up and rubs her eyes*

Willy: *sighs and walks in with Madame to her crib* Hello, princess. I could've sworn you were sleeping

Chaseline: *shakes her head and yawns* No I was waiting for you and mommy.

Madame: Well we're back now. Why don't you go back to sleep. *she lays Chaseline back down and pulls the blankets over her, tucking her in*

Chaseline: Daddy?

Willy: *grabs her doll at the end of the crib and slips it under the covers with Chase* Hm?

Chaseline: Did you have a happy birthday?

Willy: *laughs quietly* I sure did, Chaseface. It was the bestest birthday I could ever ask for.

Chaseline: Kay good. *she closes her eyes. His answer seems to put her at ease*

Willy: *leans down and kisses her forehead* Goodnight, princess.

Madame: *does the same* Go to sleep *she and Willy tiptoe out, shutting the door behind them* Well I am just as relieved as she is, I will admit.

Willy: You know, my birthday isn't quite over yet.

Madame: I am well aware. *she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. Willy picks her up and carries her to their room, shutting the door with his foot on the way*

At Bournemouth House:

Manouche *approaches the house, feeling a little distracted.  She feels incomplete without little Faith in her arms.  She had wanted to bring her along, but decided it might be better to leave her at home.  She has a feeling that, for whatever reason, Abberline isn’t ready to see the child yet.  She walks up to the door, reaches for the bell.  The door opens before she can ring, and she smiles*  Lil’ mate ..

Raven *smiles a little sadly*  C’mon in, Manouche.  *he closes the door behind her, brings her to the sitting room, she sits down on the sofa*  Can I get you anythin’?

Manouche:  Not jus’ now, luv.  *glances around*  Where’s everyone, where’s yer dad—  *her words are cut off as she sees the sorrow in his face*  Blimey, Raven, what’s amiss?  I thought it odd that I weren’t sensin’ anythin’ from anyone ‘ere.

Raven *sits down next to her, tries to steady his voice*  I dunno what’s goin’ on, Manouche.  M-Mother’s gone again, an’ this time they’re sayin’ she …

Manouche *firmly*  Say no more ‘bout that.  I can’t say what’s ‘appened to ‘er, but I can say I sense that she’s still alive.  Jus’ not sure where she is.  *pauses, adds*  Where’s everyone else, where’s yer dad?  *she takes his hand comfortingly*

Raven:  Upstairs.  So’s Chiana, she’s in her room, I think she's takin' a nap.  Marta’s here.  Candy was here, but she left again.  An’ … an’ Kidd was here.  She an’ Father had a terrible fight, an' then she left.  *he squeezes her hand*

Manouche *flinches as, through Raven’s touch, she senses a few moments of the argument, followed by a loud slap.  She shakes her head*  Reckon Kidd lost ‘er patience with yer dad, ay?  *smiles slightly*  Imagine if we ‘ad a dime fer every time he’s been slapped …

Raven *swallows, but can’t help but grin.  He sniffs, looks at her*  H-how’s Faith?  *smiles*

Manouche *beams*  Beautiful as a new penny, an’ better.  She’s jus’ perfect, she … *arches a brow at him*  An’ why ain’t ye been ‘round to see ‘er?

Raven *looks a little sheepish*  Well … I have, actually.  I … I came over, no one knew.  I shifted … I been wantin’ to come over proper, but I .. I been afraid to leave the house.  I don’t know why.  But with Candy gone, I’ve felt like I need to stay here, be with Chiana an' Father … an’ wait to see if there’s any word about Mother …

Manouche *brings him close, puts an arm around him*  S’all right, luv.  Ye got a full plate these days, ain’t ye?  *smiles*  So what’d ye think o’ yer lil’ half-sister?

Raven:  She’s … real little.  *scrunches his nose slightly, grins*

Manouche *laughs*  Aye, that she is.  Per’aps ye should do a portrait of ‘er sometime, like ye did Chiana.  *she pauses, looks around the room*  Tell me, Raven … does yer dad want t’ see Faith?

Raven *shakes his head*  I don’t think he does … not right now.  I don’t know if he’ll feel different later or not.  *looks at her*  Why’s he bein’ like this?  I thought he loved babies …

Manouche:  This are different circumstances, savvy?  I reckon yer dad don’t quite know what t’ make of it all.  *looks up at the clock, sighs*  Listen, lil’ mate, I best get back.  Don’t want t’ leave th’ child fer too long.  But I wanted t’ come over an’ assure ye that Kat’s still alive, I know it.  I wouldn’t tell ye that if it weren’t so.  Be sure an’ tell yer dad as much, too.  All right?

Raven *sniffs, nods*  All right.  I’ll come visit when Candy comes back.  *he stands up*  Before you go, lemme see if Father wants to talk to you.

Manouche *hesitates, nods*  Well … all right, luv.  But don’t put ‘im on th’ spot, savvy?  I don’t know why, but I ‘ave th’ feelin’ he’s right uncomfortable regardin’ me an’ me presence these days.  I been tryin’ to leave ‘im be, but … ‘course I’d be happy t’ see ‘im if he wishes.

Raven *bolts from the room, runs up the stairs to Abberline’s room; knocks softly on the closed door*  Father?  Father, are you awake?  Manouche is here, ya wanna see her?

Abberline: *still holding the nightie* Yes, I am awake... *without any interest* Manouche is here... *with an effort he rises up* If I won't go down to see her, she'll come up.... *he goes down, and his eyes wander around the room - she has not brought the baby with her, and he sighs with relief* So. You wanted to see me. Here I am. *he pours brandy, downs it immediately, like it was water. It even tastes like water. Nothing.*  What do you want with me? Kat is dead.

Manouche *watches him carefully*  It were Raven went t’ see if ye wanted t’ see me, mate.  I didn’t want t’ impose.  *pauses*  We been ringin' yer phone fer quite some time, tryin’ to reach someone ‘ere, to no avail.  So I come on me own t’ tell all o’ ye that Kat ain’t dead.  I can’t say what’s ‘appened to ‘er fer certain, but she ain’t dead.  I … I jus’ know.  I thought it might be of some comfort t’ ye to know that.  *she stands up, looks at Raven, who looks at her helplessly.  She turns to Abberline*  An’ now, I’ll be on me way, an’ leave ye in peace.

Abberline: *staring at the floor behind him* Kat is dead. I know it. Kidd took over her body because she hates me. *he pours himself another drink* Manouche, she was not there. Only Kidd. I couldn't sense her. She's gone. And so is my life. I kill those I love... *he resumes staring down, wishing she would just go away, wishing they all would go away and leave him in peace.*

Manouche *sighs*  I didn’t reckon ye would believe me.  But it’s true.  I’ve never told ye one o’ these feelin’s of mine that weren’t true, ‘ave I?  *he says nothing.  She glances at Raven, adds*  Fred … ain’t ye been wonderin’ why ye ‘aven’t been able t’ sense anythin’?  Ain’t ye been wonderin’ why ye don’t seem to ‘ave them dreamer abilities as of late?  Or ‘ave ye been so relieved at their absence that ye ain’t questioned it?

Abberline: No. I don't care. All I care about is that Kat is dead. We had a fight... Over some stupid matter.... And now she's gone.

Manouche *rolls her eyes*  Blimey, why won’t ye believe me?  She ain’t dead.  How can I explain this t’ ye … *she starts to pace, runs a hand through her hair*  Y’see … ye ain’t full-fledged dreamer, so ye don’t know … but … there are ways that ye can be prevented from sensin’ certain things, savvy?  It’s an ability on th’ part of others, usually invoked as a means o’ protection … protection o’ someone who would suffer if certain things were known to 'em.  Y'see, Fred … ye ain’t sensin’ Kat ‘cause somehow, either she – or someone ‘round ‘er – has managed t’ figure a way t’ keep ye from sensin’ her whereabouts.  Now Kat ain’t a dreamer, but she has some powers of th’ spirit to ‘er.  I don’t know how she’s doin’ it, but it’s me guess that she’s preventin’ ye from knowin’ her situation so ye don’t get into trouble.  I … I wish I could tell ye more, but that’s all I can sense meself.  *looks at Raven*  I’m also thinkin’ that’s why ye ‘aven’t been able t’ reach ‘er either, lil’ mate.  In some roundabout way, she’s protectin’ all o’ ye.  *she steps to Abberline’s side, places a hand gently on his shoulder*  I hope ye can believe me, luv.  I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t know it t’ be true.  Ye should know that from enough of our past experiences.  *she glances at the clock again*  An’ now I really must go.

Abberline: *nods, not really listening to her, but her soft voice and her hand offer him a little solace. Best to play along, not get her worried too much, and to get her out, finally, to be in peace and solitude* I suppose you are right.  ‘Bye, Manouche. *he gets up and walks to the door* Raven, look after Chiana. *he goes to the bathroom and shuts the door after him, lights a candle on the small end table and lets the water flow to the tub*

Manouche *watches him go, shakes her head, brushes a tear away*

Raven *steps to her side*  I’m sorry, Manouche.

Manouche *swallows*  ‘Bout what, luv?

Raven:  You’re blockin’ Father too, aren’t you?

Manouche *looks at him quickly*  What’cha mean?

Raven:  You could’ve shown him in two seconds that Mother’s still alive, couldn’t you?  But you didn't.  Why?

Manouche *glances in the direction Abberline went, then crouches down next to Raven, lowers her voice*  ‘Cause o’ Faith.  Y’see, Raven … I mus’ protect ‘er from knowin’ he don’t want ‘er.  I don’t know ‘er level o’ abilities yet, it’s too soon t’ tell.  So I ‘ave to take precautions, savvy?  *pauses, tries to think of the right words*  If I let ‘im in now, then she may intercept, in a manner o’ speakin’.  An’ if she does …

Raven *finishes for her*  Then she’ll sense that he don’t want her.

Manouche *tears fill her eyes; she nods, steadies her voice, speaks firmly*  I won’t have Faith knowin’ that about ‘er own dad.  Even if … even if it means I can’t provide ‘im comfort about Kat right now.  D’ ye understand?  Ye don’t think I’m bein’ cruel to yer dad, do ye?

Raven *thoughtfully*  Well … I don’t think he’d believe you about Mother right now anyway, so … I guess it doesn’t matter.  *he looks at her*  Manouche … can you show me?  *adds quickly*  I love Faith, I want her in my life.

Manouche *hesitates, nods*  Aye.  C’mere.  *they sit on the floor, facing each other, she takes his hands in hers.  They concentrate; though Manouche doesn’t know exactly where Kat is or what’s happened to her, she’s able to show Raven the evidence that proves Kat is alive.  She watches him carefully, his eyes closed, his young face flinching slightly, then a broad smile lights his features.  He opens his eyes, and she smiles*  There, y’ see?

Raven *blinks away tears*  Sh-she’s alive, I knew it!  Thank you, Manouche.  *he flings his arms around her with a sob*

Manouche *holds him tight*  Me pleasure, luv.  I only wish I could show ye more.  Now that ye’ve sensed it fer yerself, per’aps ye can convince yer dad.  I … I don’t reckon I’ll be comin’ ‘round much fer a time.  I can’t risk his feelin’s about Faith becomin’ known to ‘er.  An’ … well, I don’t think he’s too keen on seein’ me these days, either.

Raven:  It ain’t you, y’know.  He’s— 

Manouche *comfortingly*  I know, luv, I know.  *they stand up, Raven walks her to the door.  She smiles at him*  Ye come see us as soon as ye can, savvy?  Come see yer lil’ sister.

Raven:  I will, I promise.  *she leans down, kisses his cheek, leaves the house; Raven watches her till she’s out of sight.  He closes the door, then walks back into the house, which suddenly seems exceedingly quiet.  He approaches the bathroom door, starts to say something, then stops himself.  He takes a pendant from around his neck, one he’d received from Gili for protection against evil spirits.  He hangs it on the doorknob of the bathroom, then runs up the stairs, into his room, closing the door behind him*

In an undisclosed location:

Kat/Danee: *Sits by the window watching several little girls playing jump rope. She smiles as she listens to their song:*

Cinderella, dressed in yellow, went upstairs to kiss her fellow, Made a mistake and kissed a snake, How many doctors did it take? One, two, three, four.....

*Then she's distracted when Sasha and Ruby enter the room.*

Sasha: *Glancing out at the children* You miss your children don't you?

Kat: O'course I do. Silly question.

Sasha: Then why don't you want to return to them? That husband of yours thinks you're dead. He's grief stricken. Is that what you want? Do you enjoy causing him pain?

Kat: What do ye think I oughta do?? Waltz up te 'im in this body and give 'im a big 'ow do ye do. I be yer wife Kat. 'e'd think I were crazy and 'ave me carted off te the nut 'ouse.

Sasha: You could return to your own body.

Kat *Bites her lip* Thought ye 'ad te get yer Danee back and use some of that hocus-pocus to send me back.

Sasha: She should have come forward by now on her own, and I've tried that hocus-pocus as you call it to bring her back, to no avail.

Kat: Maybe she just don't want to come back.

Sasha: What about you? I've tried to send you back as well, hoping it'd force her appearance. Yet you're still here. You can't live Danee's life. You've got to go back for your family.

Kat *Angrily* Te do what? Get my family killed when dear daddy finds out I live?

Sasha: You just can't steal her life like this. There's things you don't understand.

Kat: I'm not. She be givin' it te me. *Snaps* She don't want 'er life! She's broken and onliest wants te ne'er 'ave te feel nothin' ever again! I've felt 'er and I know what that's like. Just leave 'er be! I can go back and be near them, te be able te see them. None would be the wiser.

Sasha: You can't do that. She's still a witch and in her body you no longer possess the mark.

If you inherited anything of your father's powers sooner or later they'll manifest. He's different from us. His power corrupts all. Do you want to be like him or maybe even worse? Your mother may have passed on some of her magic as well but that wouldn't help you. You'd just be a more powerful Marchand. Eventually you'd destroy Danee in your greed for her magic, as well. Then what do you think you'd do to your family that you love so much?

Kat: That be a lie I'd ne'er 'arm them!! *Nervously* I'll get the tattoo on this body, then it won't happen.

Sasha: You'd need a witch to do that, and none here will.

Kat *Pushes past her.* I'll find one somewhere.

Ruby: We have to stop her. Her friends and her poor husband will be drawn to her without understanding why.

Sasha: That's true they will. But I placed a glamour on her. The Inspector's grief for his wife will intensify whenever she's near. I want her to see and experience his pain. Hopefully, she'll want to ease his grief the only way she can.

Ruby *Nodding* By returning to him in her own body.

Sasha: Let's hope she comes to her senses in time.

On the Corpse Bride:

Regan: *mutters to himself* bloody women, bloody sisters, bloody pirates. *he watches Jack drink the rum* that's all I need I’m stuck on a ship with a rum guzzling buffoon, a baby, a woman who’s going to kill me and I'm going to miss the star trek reruns. *Regan thinks to himself for someone who drinks a lot he can pass out the orders very well* Do this ... do that...

*Meanwhile, down below:*

Ava: *slowly coming around, her head is fuzzy and the light hurts her eyes.* What the hell.... Help ...  *she tries to focus, she has no idea where she is but the rocking feels somewhat familiar; as does the room, although she can't quite place it. Panic starts to kick in when she can't feel her son* Valentino *finally she hears his gurgling and she follows the noise until she finds him. She picks him up and comforts him* Mommie’s here now we are going to get out of this place I promise ... *she puts Valentino down and walks to the door and bangs on the door* Let me out of here right now! What the hell is going on and why am I not at home... *she tries the seductive charm* Oh it's so warm in here I think I’m going to need to take my dress off... oops there it goes. It's a shame there are no handsome men about, I feel oh so naughty ...   

*a shadowy figure silently approaches Ava’s cabin.  The man moves closer to the door, listens carefully, a grin slowly spreading across his face as he hears Ava’s words.  He flings the door open, stands in the doorway – the light of the corridor revealing a tall, imposing pirate wearing a very large hat with a feather*

Barbossa *looks at Ava appreciatively, his dark eyes sweeping over her figure*  Pleased to be makin’ your acquaintance, madame!  I was given to understand that yer findin’ the room a bit close.  *he enters the room, nods toward the porthole behind her, keeping his eyes on her*  Though openin’ the window be an option, far be it for me to dissuade you from removing any clothing to make yourself more comfortable.  *winks*

Ava: *looks him up and down and then at the porthole* I suppose if I was to remove the dress I'll still be stuck in here? Right? *sighs* Why am I stuck in here and why the hell am I not at home? *Pauses* If your not at the wheel then who is? Because isn't that a tad bit dangerous?

Barbossa:  I assure ya there be no danger.  The scallywag guidin’ the ship on its set course is at the wheel, none the wiser that he’s but a pawn in the greater scheme of things, in a manner of speakin’.  It’s to yer advantage that it were myself who found ye here, an’ not him, seein’ as how he don’t possess my gentlemanly nature.  *enters the room, walks past her, gazes out the porthole*  Now, I couldn’t tell ye why yer here.  I can only tell ye that I had plans for this ship and they seem to have been scuttled.  However, that be but a temporary situation, mark me words on that.  *he frowns as he hears Valentino whimper; spins around quickly*  Dash it all, woman!  What were ye thinkin’, bringin’ yer brat on board??

Ava: *glares* That brat is my son and we never intended to be on this ship. In a matter of fact the last thing I recall is being in our garden waiting for the photo shoot to take place. Now I am in here in the middle of the ocean with a man I don't know, a son without a father and a scallywag steering the ship. Now excuse me if I sound rude but do you really think I want to be here? I just want to be at home my son has nothing, no diapers, bottles, toys, no nothing. And I am dressed in my best dress and if anything was to happen to it I'd scream because it's the only thing that gets my husband into bed. *Sighs* I suppose if I am going to be on this ship you best know my name.

Barbossa *looks at her shrewdly*  Sooo, ye been shanghaied, eh?  *turns on the charm*  Then it would appear that the two of us are in somewhat similar straits … on a journey not entirely of our own making.  *bows before her*  Captain Hector Barbossa at yer service.  Now, as for the child, too many people work under the delusion that expensive trappin’s are necessary to a baby’s well-being.  A proper toy is a simple commodity, savvy?  *he reaches into a pocket, brings out a brightly-colored scarf; he sniffs it, eyes glaze over at the light perfume.  He smiles dreamily at Ava*  Just a little memento from a recent admirer.  *he takes the scarf, rolls it up and ties the ends together so it forms a soft ball.  He walks over to Valentino, holds it out to him; the baby stares for a moment, then grasps the scarf, brings it to his mouth.  Barbossa nods, turns to Ava*  Always remember, madame, when it comes te motherhood, necessity be the mother of invention … *nods toward her dress* … an’ a portion of that skirt will suffice fer diaperin’, unless I miss me guess.  So if I were you, I'd get tearin' at it, an' never mind yer husband.  Gettin’ him into bed be damned!  ‘Tis the babe who’ll be requirin’ attention in the near future, not yer husband, who’s nowhere about, insofar as I can reckon.  *steps a little closer*  What be yer name?

Ava: It's nice to meet you captain *she holds her hold out to him* My name is Ava DeMarco I go under many names  *laughs*. The world’s greatest lover’s wife, the whore, Don Juan girl there is more but I prefer Ava. *Ava winks at him and then looks to the ground*. My husband *laughs a little* He wont have noticed I've gone it will take him about a week or so. And when he does I can assure you he'll take full advantage of the situation. *shrugs* Oh what a life I led all these women throw themselves at his feet. They want to be a part of his life and what a life it is. Wondering what women he's sleeping with is she prettier, skinnier, smarter than you. *Wipes a single tear from her cheek* Sorry for my weakness it's these damn hormones they play havoc with my body.    

Barbossa *sympathetically*  My dear Mrs. DeMarco, ‘tis a foolish woman who never learns that there’ll always be another woman younger and prettier than she.  The trick is to make the most o’ what you have.  It appears to me that nature’s been most generous to ye, so use it to yer full advantage, whether it be yer husband or anyone else who catches yer eye.  *glances up*  Now, can ye tell me nothing about the other blighter on board this vessel?  Not the captain, I know him all too well.  But the other one.  Have ye not even so much as left yer cabin?

Ava: *thinks for a moment* I intend to do that *she smiles as she thinks about and slowly she undresses him. Ava remembers she has company* There's more? well I'll be sorry I can't help you when it comes to others. *sighs* No I haven't been out of this cabin yet. I have just come around before you come in. I think I was drugged my head was fuzzy. Do you think I'll be ok to leave the cabin?

Barbossa:  To my way o’ thinkin’, there be no more or less danger within this cabin than without it.  Fer better or worse, Mrs. DeMarco, yer at sea.  The reasons are beyond me.  *nods toward Valentino*  I’ll leave ye to tend to yer son.  *he bows slightly, turns, leaves the cabin, leaving the door slightly ajar*

Ava: *talks to herself* Our relationship is not monogamist far from it *giggles a little* I think daddy suffers from, polyamory, only that mommy isn't allowed no one.  *Ava takes a long scarf and makes a sling to put Valentino in* maybe later we can go out to play. I think we need to investigate whom took us and why but, first I believe some one is wanting his lunch.

At the DeMarcos’:

Don Juan: *At the breakfast table, sipping coffee and eating an apple slice, declining all Maryann's offers of toast, eggs, bacon, rolls. He really has to watch hid figure, he feels his put on some weight, and he was sure they noticed too that his butt is growing too big.* Where's Ava and Don Valentino? I haven't seen them since she wanted to have some photos shot out at Chez Roux. I think it was a rotten idea to take a baby to a bar, and I am sure that she wouldn’t have obeyed me and not left with the cameramen if I had been there. She really is unpredictable, Maryann.

Maryann: *barely refraining from smiling. She doesn't know where that bloody Ava and her brat is, but she saw the whisked away and knows they won't be soon back, if ever. When Don Juan was sleeping, he pushed the pram of Don Valentino to the farthest corner of the shed and hid it well* You of all people should know that she's evil and twisted. She wanted photos without you stealing the show, poor sod. She returned when you were sleeping, and then she had to drag the poor kid out in the cold morning to take a stroll, because that is healthy for the child. Don't know where she gets all that nonsense from.

Don Juan: I am going out for a stroll myself. I need some exercise. *he takes his hat and heads towards Chez Roux, forgetting his wife and kid on the way*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*Someone knocks on the door and Willy and Madame answer it together. Outside, James and Tiffany stand together. Tiffiany holds a platter in her hands.*

Madame: James! Tiffany! Oh it's so great to see you!

James: Hello Madame, Willy Happy Birthday!

Willy: Thank you, James. *a ton of high-pitched screaming comes from the back. He and Madame sigh and step off to the sides. Cole and the triplets all come running as fast as they can without falling and slam into James and Tiffany. Madame quickly grabs the platter before she drops it*

James: *picks up Chaseline, who has a firm grip on his leg* Ah there's my favorite niece!

Chaseline: Hi Uncle James!!! *she looks at Tiffany* Hello lady!

Willy: Tiffany, Chaseface. *to James* Careful, Chaseline has been playing favorites lately. *he picks up Will and Jacob together. Madame takes his cane*

Tiffany: Oh here let me get that! *she takes the plate back* I made you a jello mold!

James: She was trying to put words it in...

Tiffany: Did you know it's technically a liquid?

Willy: *looks at Madame. They both look worried* Yes I did.

Madame: Come in, Come in, please.  *Willy takes James to the living room, Madame and Tiffany go to the kitchen*

Tiffany: *helps Madame put the jello mold in the fridge. She leans on the counter* So, like, I have a question.

Madame: *'Oh how I adore questions'* Ask away.

Tiffany: Well, James is such a great guy. He's so easy-going and caring. And I was just wondering. Do you think he'd make a great father?

Madame: *shocked, tries not to look too surprised* Ummm...well. ..I think James can be a decent father after a few adjustments. *concerned* Why?

Tiffany: *leans in* I'm just wondering. Maybe he's the guy for me.

Madame: Don't get yourself too obsessed, hunny. You never know what the future holds.

Tiffany: *laughs* I know, right? Like James told me you weren't expecting three.

Madame: *laughs, a bit annoyed* No we weren't, but we learned how to deal with that.

*Meanwhile, Willy and James sit in the living room. Chaseline sits on James' lap, showing him her doll*

Chase: ...And I brush her hair everyday.

James: Well you sure do a good job. Why don't you go play in your room for a while? I have to talk to your daddy.

Chase: Oh come on.

James: Grown-up talk. You'll be old enough soon. I promise.

Chase: But-

Willy: Chaseline.  *Chase pouts and stomps to her room*  Either you lighten those steps up or I lighten them up for you, young lady.  *Chase immediately stops and runs the rest of the way.  Willy looks at James*  My apologies. What's on your mind, James?

James: Ah it's okay. She's a cutie. *sighs* Well I wanted to talk to you about Tiff.

Willy: What about her?

James: What do you think of her, honestly?

Willy: *laughs* Look, James I've already gotten in trouble for giving my opinion too much.

James: I know, I know. There's honesty and then there's Willy Wonka. But Madame's not around. Just tell me.

Willy: *sighs* Fine, but don't tell. *James smiles and he continues* I think your girl has a few missing bolts, but besides that, she seems very sweet. She tries very hard to be good, I've seen.

James: Really?

Willy: Yea. Why?

James: Well, I was thinking. *he pulls a small black box out of his pocket*

Willy: *recalls a similar black box he held in his pocket almost three years ago. His voice becomes a bit high pitched* Whoa ..whoa James I think that's a little....fast. ...It's only been three months.

James: Well you got engaged to Madame around the same time.

Willy: *arches brow* Six.

James: Still fast. How'd you meet her anyway?

Willy: She owned the art studio two blocks away. I walked in and saw her drop a painting on the floor. The frame broke in three. I offered to pay for it. The rest is history. *beams* Her hair was much longer back then...

James: *recalls the young woman in the grand opening ceremony* Yea... you think she shrunk a little?

Willy: Never ever say that to her, but no. The hat she wears makes it look like that. Plus standing next to me doesn't help much. I'm 6'3"

James: Ah, I see. *he opens the box and holds it out* Please, Willy, just take a look.

Willy: *sighs and takes the box. The ring is simple with three diamonds, one on top of two. Suddenly he feels Madame's engagement ring was overdone, with small diamonds all around the band and three on the top* Interesting.

James: It's not as unique as Madame's, but I can't afford THAT much.

Willy: I was just thinking about that...*shakes head* Wait, you're a lawyer. How the hell can you not afford something more?

James: *shrugs* We were kinda looking into houses and cars.

Willy: Wonka Bars, James, slow down.

James: *he takes the ring as Willy hands it back to him* You think the ring is too small?

Willy: Okay listen to me. First off, I don't think Tiff is going to care. Second, you need to stop and breathe before you jump around like that. If you ask her to marry you, at LEAST promise me you won't set wedding plans too fast. Start with one car. I'll even let you take one of mine if it helps. Just settle first. You don't know what can happen.

James: Willy, you have such a unique collection, I can't do that.

Willy: I have plenty. *pauses* Just none of the classics or the Lamborghini Reventon.

James: How much was that?

Willy: *scratches back of head* 1.4 mil...

James: Holy hell!

Willy: Yea...I'm still making payments on it for the next ten years. Madame doesn't drive it...doesn't want to remember.

James: I can understand.

Willy: Look, James, we're here to help you. But you have to sit back and think before you jump into something as solid as marriage.

James: Why? Are you having issues?

Willy: No, I just got past some issues and you know that.

James: Right. But I won't do that to Tiff.

Willy: First off you can’t predict the future, and second, you may not but will she? *James makes no response and he hears the girls begin to enter* Just think about it first.

Madame: *She and Tiff walk out holding two mugs each. Madame hands Willy one of them* I figured we could all use some hot chocolate.

Willy: *gives a stressful sigh and takes his cup* Whip cream and chocolate shavings. *he grins at her* You know just what to do to make it perfect. *Madame kneels on the sofa and kisses him*

Tiffany: Awww that's so cute!

Willy: No worries, you have plenty of time to get to our point. *he smiles at James*

In Fiji:

Candy: *at her room at Chez Roux, sits cross-legged on the floor inside a chalked circle with an open book in her lap as she reads slowly unfamiliar words, a strange language she doesn't know and doesn't care to know. She just knows what the charm will do. It will give her access back to Bournemouth House. She's never tried this kind of incantation before, only benevolent protection charms are what she has been using, but she knows there is a dark side to witchcraft.  She shuts her eyes and whispers the last words, and when he opens them again, she's no more at her hotel room. She's sitting by a dying fire at the side of a lake in a jungle, with the dark starry sky over her. The lazy nightly breeze is warm against her skin, and the heat of the day still lingers on the ground. Fiji. She raises her eyes and looks at the old woman sitting on the other side of the flame* I need guidance. I need strength.

In the city centre:

Netta *walking through town, swinging her purse, feeling disappointed after her visit with Sergeant Godley.  He’s a nice man, but why won’t he do more to find Dawn?  Still, she hopes he doesn’t leave.  He’s her favorite of the police officers.  As she walks along, she starts to change her mind about going to Constable Crane’s house.  Constable Crane is nice, too, but he doesn’t seem to get much done.  Always playing with his little chemistry set.  And she would have to put up with Robbie, treating her like she’s not as good as him.  She shakes her head, her face set in a stubborn expression; she won’t put up with that again.  She sighs, wondering what to do.  Then she looks up, and she brightens as she sees a familiar face; yes, perhaps she can help!  She runs up to the woman just stepping out of the florist shop*  ‘Scuse me!

Faline *looks around at the voice, smiles down at the little girl who runs up to her*  Well, hello there!  Were you calling me?

Netta *stops, catches her breath, smiles*  You’re that reporter lady, aren’t you?  La Patta … La … *frowns, trying to remember the name*

Faline *laughs*  Faline Jaye LePetomaine, at your service, young lady.  *she holds out a hand, shakes with Netta*  What can I do for you?  Is it a secret?  Do you have a story?  Or are you interested in coming to the office, see how things run?  If that’s what you want, we’ll be happy to show you around, we have lots of young people who come in asking that very thing.  Just stop by and— 

Netta *interrupts*  Oh no, ma’am … I mean, I would be interested in that sometime, thank you ma’am … but this is somethin’ else.  *she glances around a little nervously*

Faline *nods*  Very well, dear.  *takes her hand*  C’mon, let’s go over to that bench and chat.  *they walk over to a nearby bench, sit down; she looks at her*  Now, what’s up?

Netta *takes a deep breath, knowing that grownups don’t pay much attention to children unless they speak calmly*  M-my name’s Netta, an’ I’m worried about a friend of mine who’s missin’.  She’s a lil’ girl, her name’s Dawn.

Faline *cordial smile fades, she looks at Netta in amazement*  Dawn … *lowers her voice*  Are you talking about Brandy Norrington’s Dawn?

Netta *nods vigorously*  Yes ma’am.

Faline:  Hm, interesting.  We haven’t seen anything of Officer Norrington for awhile.  I thought she’d left town.  *to Netta*  Are you sure your little friend isn’t with her uncle?  I imagine she …

Netta *clenches her fists*  No!!  She’s not there!  Everyone keeps sayin’ that, an’ it ain’t true!!  *she tries to calm down as she sees the way Faline is looking at her; mumbles*  I – I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m— 

Faline *quickly*  No, I’m sorry!  I should let you finish telling me everything you have to say.  *pats Netta’s hand comfortingly*  Go ahead, tell me what you know, and I’ll see what I can do to help.

Netta *looks at her, greatly relieved.  She swallows, continues*  Officer Norrington kidnaps Dawn all the time from her daddy, even though they ain’t married anymore.  Mr. Elliott is a real nice man, an’ he loves Dawn an’ she loves him.  She wants to stay with him, but stuff keeps happenin’.  Officer Norrington said Dawn was with her uncle, but Mr. Elliott called him an’ found out she wasn’t, it was a lie.  An’ Officer Norrington is doin’ stuff she shouldn’t do as a police lady … *she suddenly blushes*

Faline *listening carefully, snaps to attention at this last; looks at Netta sharply*  What’s she been doing, what do you mean?  *tries to keep the eagerness from her voice at the indication of a possible scandal*  You mean she’s … behaving improperly?

Netta:  Yes ma’am, I think so.  *she reaches into her purse, pulls out Malachi’s cell phone, opens it, starts pressing buttons*  I was with Const’ble Crane, an’ Robbie, an’ Sergeant Godley an’ Malachi when they were tryin’ to help Officer Norrington.  She was actin’ real weird, like she was drinkin’ the bad stuff or somethin’.  An’ she was dressed weird, too.  Here, I’ll show ya, I took pictures.  I thought they might be important for our ‘vestee-GA-shun.  *presses a few more buttons, nods*  There, there they are.  *hands the phone to Faline*

Faline *takes the phone from her, holds it up, looks at the photos, her smile increasing as she scrolls through*  I see.  Yes, I see!  *she can hardly believe her luck; the haughty Brandy Norrington, dressed like the lowest of the tarts at From Hell Court!  It’s too delicious, what a story!  She smothers her glee, looks at Netta, clears her throat*  I see what you mean.  Yes, this is very big news.  I’d like to do everything I can to see to it that Officer Norrington is held accountable for her actions.

Netta *frowns*  Ma’am?

Faline *patiently, placing a hand on Netta’s shoulder*  I will do everything I can to see to it that she cooperates, and returns Dawn to her father at once.  May I borrow this phone?

Netta:  Nooo, better not.  It’s Malachi’s, an’ I don’t think he knows I have it.  I better get it back to him soon.

Faline:  That’s all right, we can make use of this.  I happen to be very well-versed when it comes to cell phones.  *winks*  Just one of my tricks of the trade.  *she examines the phone for a moment, finds a feature for saving photos*  Ahh, here we are.  *she presses a few buttons, manages to pull up an e-mail feature.  She copies the photos, sends them to her office.  She then punches in a number, waits, smiles as she hears her assistant answer*  Hi, it’s me.  Listen, I just sent a message to my computer, and I copied you … yes.  You got it?  Did you open it?  Yes, I agree, they are really something.  What?  No, not at all.  No PhotoShop, that’s the real thing, baby!  What’s that?  Of course there’s a story, even more than the pictures let on.  Yes, we’ll have corroboration.  One is a gentleman who I’m sure will be perfectly happy to offer a statement against one of Portsmith’s pets.  Who took ‘em?  Why, I just happen to be sitting right next to the photographer right this moment, a very sharp young girl.  *smiles warmly at Netta, still speaking into the phone*  I agree – she’s a photojournalist in training!  *her smile broadens as she sees Netta blush and squirm from the praise; she talks into the phone again*  Yes … that’s right.  You know what to do.  Under lock and key, my dear.  You’re an angel.  Thanks, I’ll be there soon.  *she hangs up, closes the phone, hands it to Netta*  There you are, sweetie.

Netta *takes the phone, looks at her*  You think you can help find Dawn?

Faline:  Like I said, I’ll do everything I can.  *she holds her hand out*  It’s a pleasure to have met you, Miss Netta.  *they shake hands, then she opens her purse, looks around inside it*  Here … here’s my business card, you call me or come see me anytime you want.  And here’s something else … *she finds a note*  All my contributors get paid for their work.  Please accept this, with my thanks for your input.

Netta *takes the money, stares at it*  All this for me?  *she looks at her*  I was jus’ doin’ my job.  I was workin’ as an assistant detective, y’know.

Faline:  Well, you take it anyway.  Someday, when you’re all grown up, you may find yourself working hard and not receiving much in return.  So when monetary appreciation does come your way, always accept it and don’t ask questions.  *Netta frowns, puzzled; Faline laughs*  In other words, take the money and run.

Netta:  Oh!  *grins*  That sounds like my daddy.

Faline:  Well, he sounds very savvy.  *she stands up, nods*  Goodbye, Miss Netta, and thank you.  We’ll be in touch.  *she turns, heads toward her office*

Netta *watches her go, looks at the money again in disbelief.  She tucks it into her purse, glancing around to make sure no one saw.  She hops down from the bench, starts to make her way toward la Maison de Paradis.  Then she stops as she approaches Grape’s; she looks in the window, smiles to herself.  Maybe some Wonka chocolates for herself and the other kids, now that she’s a paid professional.  She enters the store, feeling very grown-up and proud.  Fancy, being paid while trying to find a friend!  She sure didn’t see that one coming … *