You were out at night past Scrubbit’s curfew helping Willy Wonka to milk a giraffe you didn’t question it because he was almost like a magician and soon you both snuck back out with a bottle of giraffe milk and you two ended up dancing on the roof of a building not minding if it was raining/snowing and you two had a very “romantic?” Moment as you and Willy sang.

Willy: “come with me and we’ll be in a world of pure imagination!”