“It won’t stop till we get there. I only hope no one’s using the other elevator at this moment.” “What other elevator?” screamed Mrs. Teavee. “The one that goes the opposite way on the same track as this one,” said Mr. Wonka. “Holy mackerel!” cried Mr. Teavee. “You mean we might have a collision?” “I’ve always been lucky so far,” said Mr. Wonka.
Mr. Wonka's bedside manner needs work
