Edit 05-12-2010 : Testing editing and replacing chapters.

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Hello Again! Yes, I am back, and, as I promised, I am writing a full-length fanfiction about Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005 Moive of course!)

I'm not that great on super short summaries, so expect a short chapter summery at the beginning of each chapter. I always find them rather interesting.

I'd like to thank everyone that reviewed my shorter CatCF fic: The Fifth Ticket Fraud, and it really helped me to finish reading over and posting this fic. I may refer to it from time to time... but it was basically based off the movie. So, no worries there.

Also, at the end of each chapter, I may comment about it... plus, I may tell you about certain background things in the world I have created for this fic. Because, I like making up some Wonkaish stuff for the story to roll on.

Warning: This Fanfiction may contain Movie Spoilers: So, if you don't like them, watch the movie, then come back.

Chapter One Summery - Wonka has been living with Charlie for two weeks, and he has found that he had grown attached to the little boy. Searching these new feeling of caring, Willy Wonka decides to treat Charlie, and let him in on a plan that he hasn't let anyone else in on. Hold onto your top hats, because the glass elevator is going to wisk you off to a Chocolate Factory that is out of your dreams.

Chapter 1 - The Golden Pocket Watch

It had been about two weeks since Charlie had re-accepted the prize, and had been living with the legendary Willy Wonka. Charlie had taken up residence in a glorious room near the Chocolate Waterfall and his family. Wonka, on the other hand, had continued to live in his hidden home, but came for dinner at the Bucket's every night since Charlie had accepted to live with him. He had only missed one dinner, and it was the night before's, Wonka had been planning something, and promptly forgot to come down.

At first, Wonka was worried about having Charlie in the factory, and he was terribly worried that Charlie's family would be living there too. But, after meeting them for a second, and more proper, time, he found them to be rather charming, and he renounced any bad feeling he had been having before. Wonka happily employed any of them that wished to work there, and found that Charlie's father offered readily to be in on the action. So, gladly, he gave Mr. Bucket a job repairing machines in the factory. It seemed that everything was working out beautifully, Wonka and Charlie couldn't be happier.

Though, sometimes, Wonka seriously doubted the fact.

Wonka sat in his Green-themed study with his head in his hands. He sighed deeply and with a ragged breath. Ever since he started to planing some changes, Ever since he started to plan wonderful things to do with Charlie, his flash backs started to come back more often and he started to remember things that he locked away. He started to remember things that he swore to forget.

"Ooh look. Wonky Wonka has planned a birthday party." a young boy laughed. "What do you want for your birthday, a piece of Chocolate? Oh wait... you can't have any! 'cause Daddy said so!"

"Stop it, I didn't say I was going to invite you," said the young Willy Wonka firmly, glaring at the boy, "I was going to, I guess I'm not now."

The boy rounded on him, "you tryin' to threaten me? Is little Wonky Wonka gonna not invite me to his stupid party? Awww... to bad. I was so looking forward to going!"

Willy looked almost hopeful, "you were? Maybe I could invite..."

"Ah! Shut up! I was only lying to you! Sheesh! Don't pull your hopes up Wonky!" the boy said harshly. He then turned around shouting to the others, "listen to this everybody! Wonka has planned a birthday party! And he wants someone to come over!"

All the kids roared with laugher, excusing his friend, who said there scowling at the others.

"Aww Wonky? Gonna have a teddy bear themed party?"

"How about I buy you a new set of braces? The ones you have aren't big enough."

"Lemme by you a new security blanket, it seems that you need a new one,"

All the children then began a horrid chorus:

"Willy Wonka is such an odd ball,

Willy Wonka is strange,

Willy Wonka standin' in the school hall,

Lookin' all deranged.

Can't have chocolate 'cause daddy says so.

Led him all astray.

We just wish that he'd get up and go,

Just go hide away.

Weirdo Wonka...
Willy's Wonky"

"Be quiet! Be quiet!"

"Be quiet!" Wonka said aloud, clutching his hair in his hands. "Just be quiet!" His own voice brought him back to the real world and he looked around the room, and let go of his hair. He suddenly realized what happened and he grinned nervously to no one in particular and stood up from his chair.

"Well, it seems like I got a little carried away," he said half heartily with a smile. "I think I should go and start my surprise... to keep my mind off some... certain things."

It was a rather beautiful morning, and was only 6 o'clock. But, Willy Wonka couldn't wait. He needed to show Charlie the things that he kept away from all the other children. The magnificent things and places that he needed Charlie to see. So, Wonka quickly placed a hat on his head, and picked out a very nice blue coat, that looked exactly like his red one, and put it on quickly overtop everything else. Shuffling to the door, he kicked off his slippers and jammed on his shoes. Taking his cane, Wonka walked into the Glass Elevator.

He hummed and playfully moved around, semi-dancing to his own song, as he pressed a button labeled: "Chocolate Waterfall". The elevator shot down magnificently and jettisoned to the right most abruptly. But, Wonka stayed rather still the whole way, and continued to hum as the elevator shot this-way and that to get to its new destination.

The Glass Elevator skidded to a stop, and Wonka glided happily out of it. He half dashed/half ran all the way towards the Bucket house, which was now in his Candy Meadow, and knocked on their door loudly and quickly.

Yawning, mumbling, and shuffling could be heard from inside the house, and Mrs. Bucket appeared from behind the Bucket door.

"I am oh so sorry if I have woken anyone up," Wonka said rather cheerfully, smiling wildly at Mrs. Bucket.

Mrs. Bucket yawned, "N-no. No. It's alright, no harm done." She looked at him questioningly while holding her hand to her mouth to yawn again.

Wonka stayed silent for a moment, still grinning, tilted his head and leant over, this-way and that, to see if Charlie was in the house at all. Wonka felt that he must have Charlie start right away, no matter what.

"Excuse me? Do you- Do you want something?"

Wonka looked at Mrs. Bucket as if she just appeared, and straightened up. "Oh! Yes, I was wondering if Charlie was here." In his head, he mentally scolded himself for not asking her in the first place. So, he kept his posture straight and grinned at her cheerfully, using his signature expectant smile.

"No. I don't think has woken up. I think he is still sleeping in that room you gave him."

Wonka's face dropped a bit, but he didn't stop smiling, "Oh. I see." He looked across the Meadow and at Charlie's door. His heart dropped, he really did so want to show Charlie something fantastic. But, now he had to wait.

He turned to leave when Mrs. Bucket stopped him, "Mr. Wonka, what do you need from Charlie? If you don't mind me asking."

Willy Wonka turned around, "oh! It's no trouble at all! You see," Wonka started explaining quickly, trying to get the encounter over with, using wild hand gestures, "I have only shown Charlie a little part of the factory. Also, I showed him most of the boring parts and…"

"Really?" Mrs. Bucket interrupted, startling Willy, "I think this factory is wonderful. Not boring at all."

Willy grinned at her nervously, he really didn't like to stay in too long contact with one of Charlie's P… well, you know.

"Thank you. Well, you see, if he is to gain my factory when he gets older, he has to see all the parts that are really special. You see? I can't have him running a factory that he doesn't know more-than-half about!" He shifted on his cane, looking back anxiously, wanting to leave.

"Oh, Mr. Wonka, Charlie would love to. I'm sure he wouldn't mind for you to wake him up for something this important."

"You're right. This is very important, well, I better go and get him," Willy Wonka said quickly, and started to walk off, waving a 'goodbye' to Mrs. Bucket from behind his back. Willy Wonka found himself sighing deeply, happy over the fact that the conversation was finally over.

Wonka dashed across the Candy Meadow, rather quickly for a man with a cane, and he halted abruptly at Charlie's door. He stood there, wondering if he really should wake Charlie up, the last thing he wanted to do was make Charlie grumpy and not happy to see him. He wanted Charlie to be happy! He tried to bring himself to ring the bell on Charlie's room, and failed every time. He sighed and said to himself out loud, "Maybe I should wait to show Charlie."

"Show me what?" said a voice from behind Wonka and Willy jumped a mile. Clutching onto his hat and cane, looking rather flustered, he turned around to face Charlie.

"Oh," Wonka grinned and laughed nervously, "H-hello Charlie."

"Sorry Mr. Wonka," said Charlie, looking up at Willy, "I didn't scare you did I?"

"No, my dear little boy," Wonka grinned, lowering his hand from his hat, still grinning nervously. Wonka hated unexpected human contact, and it seemed to disturb and depress him quite a bit. "Of course not. I-I was just coming here because I have some things to show you."

This is Charlie, Wonka thought, he didn't mean to. Wonka shrugged it off as an accident, and remembered what he came there for in the first place.

"Show me? What do you want to show me Mr. Wonka?"

"Why! I want to show you some of the most magnificent things in this factory! I haven't even shown you less than half of what is here!" He spread his arms out widely, trying to make it seem really big and really important. Which it was, to Willy Wonka...

Wonka started grinning wildly again, and he grabbed the sleeve of Charlie's sweater, "Come on! Come on! We have oh so much to see!" And with that said, Willy Wonka started half dragging/half leading Charlie across the meadow and into the glass elevator. Charlie could swear that he heard Wonka's small laughing as he was lead/dragged, and he grinned in spite of himself.

"Oh I am so excited, yes I am. I can't wait to show you all the wonderful things I never showed any of the other children." Wonka talked in a fairly high-pitched tone (which usually arose when he was either exited or nervous), and he was grinning wildly. He looked down and took out his large key ring, and pulled out a small purple key. He pushed it into a keyhole at the very top right-most corner of the Elevator, and the Elevator went shooting upwards.

"Mr. Wonka, where are we going?"

"We, Charlie, are going to 'home' if you may call it that," Wonka said, grinning madly, straightening his hat. "I need to get some things, so I thought that there would be no harm done showing you where I live."

Willy Wonka was in fact a very private person and he hated to have his privacy to be interrupted by other people. That was one of the reasons why Wonka closed down his factory Fifteen Years ago. He felt like that those icky spies had invaded the privacy of his ideas and creations. And that was far enough Thankyou-very-much.

But, he trusted Charlie to not go snooping around in his home, so he would just have to take the chance, and invite Charlie in.

"Really Mr. Wonka? I would love to see your home!" Charlie said thoughtfully, "I bet it is just as wonderful as this factory."

Wonka said nothing, but he did look down at Charlie thoughtfully, and grinned. He really cared for this boy. Well, he consulted his Therapist-Loompa to see whether it was wrong to care for Charlie.

"I just don't understand," Wonka said with a mild upset tone. "I feel horrible today. Absolutely horrible. I don't know why, I shouldn't be... but I do."

The Therapist-Loompa nodded, and wrote it down in his black notebook, and Willy continued, "today was a normal day, I went out to greet Charlie, before I went off to work on some things, and he looked horrible, so I suddenly felt horrible."

"So, I asked him what was wrong," Wonka said, staring up at the ceiling sadly.

"He said that he was lonely, and I wandered around the factory too much to see him. For some reason... that hurt me, you know?" He pointed to his heart, "right here, it wanted to make me cry... it was like I cared for Charlie."

"So I am worrying. It's only been a little over a week since I have had Charlie living here... and... I feel that I care..."

"I care if he's happy or sad. I am worried when he's alone in my factory, and I want to comfort him when he's upset. I want to spend time with him whenever I can, and I just want to have plain fun with him."

"He's like a little brother to me..."

Wonka sat up like a rocket, "that's it!" He turned to the Therapist-Loompa, "How do you do that?"

The Therapist-Loompa shrugged, and grinned,

He came to the conclusion, through the silence of the Therapist, that he cared for Charlie like a big brother. And he resolved to better act like one, because, Charlie had none. Once again, Wonka thanked the Oompa-Loompa for all of its insight, gave him extra coca-beans, and felt horribly better about the whole idea and came out in the end to treat Charlie like… dare he think it… family.

The Elevator stopped, and the doors opened to a magnificent Living Room. The walls and ceiling were a kind pale blue, and all of the furniture was colored a striking navy. Tall blue lamps stood in the corners of the room, giving off a glittering clear light.

Charlie looked at the Living Room with awe. He had never been in a Living Room quite like this. The Bucket's Living Room was a combination bedroom for his grandparents, and a dining room. But this was huge.

"Do you like it Charlie? Oh, I knew you would… So do I." Willy Wonka grinned briefly, "Oh, put your shoes there."

Willy took off his own coat, and he hung it on the coat rack. He slid off his shoes, and put on a pair of slippers. "Stay here for a moment, make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a second."

Wonka scooted out of the room, and Charlie stood there for a second, then took off his shoes. He made his way over to the large Navy couch and sat on it. He wondered if all of Willy Wonka's rooms were so... huge, and so... blue.

Charlie thought, at first, that Wonka was more of a red person, but after looking at the different coats he wore day-to-day, he realized that Wonka was a very colorful person indeed.

Charlie's gaze landed on the coat rack, and he stared at the vast amount of identical coats that Wonka had. All of them looked the same, except, they were all different colors. In fact, Wonka had one of every colour, plus three different hues of each. Charlie started to chuckle when he saw that Willy Wonka even had three different pink coats as well, and tried to imagine Willy wearing one of them. He realized, that Wonka seemed to favor his red, maroon, purple, and black coats the most, and he rarely wore any super-bright ones.

Willy came back into the room, arms full of random parcels and some large blue papers. He quickly glided over to the couch and dumped the load on the navy coffee table before sitting down. He started to sort them out quickly and silently, stacking the parcels together, the papers together, and grouping all of the bags together.

"I'd thought I'd give you something Charlie," said Wonka, while pulling a magnificently wrapped, but oddly shaped, parcel from the top of the pile. Wonka grinned madly, not being able to wait for Charlie to open it. He has spent a lot of time and money to find this present and he wanted it to be just perfect.

"Oh no sir, It's alright. You have already done enough."

Willy's face dropped for a moment, pulling back at the present. But, he grinned and held it back out for Charlie.

"Nonsense," Wonka said happily, "I missed your birthday, which was just a few days over three weeks ago. Now, if only I planned the whole ticket thing earlier, I would have been able to give this to you in time." Wonka held out the present in front of Charlie, edging for him to take it. "Think of it as a really late birthday present."

"What a lame present Wonky. Why would I want one of those?"

"What did he give you?"

"A old-fashioned pocket watch, what a lame-o."

"Why would he give you one of those?"

"I don't know... maybe it's because he's weird."

"Yea... Weirdy Wonka. You should keep it for yourself... Weirdo."

Charlie took it, and looked up at Wonka with wonder, but he frowned when he saw Wonka's face pulled down in sadness, his eyes glazed over and his brows knitted in concentration.

"Mr. Wonka," Charlie said while shaking Willy's arm, "Mr. Wonka, are you alright?"

The human contact startled Willy Wonka, bringing him back to reality, and he shouted in surprise, yanking his arm out of Charlie's grip. He blinked a couple of times, then placed on a fake grin, and laughed nervously.

"Sorry Charlie, I was just thinking."

Charlie gave him a questioning look, not really believing Willy Wonka. Which, made Wonka nervous, he didn't like it when people stared at him, so he quickly changed the subject back, "Well, go on," he gestured towards the present, "it's not like it's gonna unwrap itself!"

Charlie nodded and grinned, he started to pull the wrapping off of the present. As he took it off, he saw a glint of gold from behind the paper. From the parcel, he pulled out a magnificent golden pocket watch and chain and stared at it with awe.

Willy Wonka beamed down at him, "Do you like it Charlie?" Though, he worried inwardly that Charlie wouldn't like it. "It's just like mine," he continued, "I got mine when I was about your age, dreadfully handy. So, I thought that you needed one too."

"I love it. It's magnificent," Charlie said while fastening it to his pants, and tucking it into his pocket. And, without warning, Charlie hugged Willy Wonka.

Wonka looked startled and surprised, but didn't reject it completely. He grinned and wrapped his arms around Charlie, patting his back nervously. "Good," Wonka said happily, breaking the hug.

Willy Wonka leaned over and picked up a bag, handing it to Charlie, "here is something else too."

Charlie pulled out from the bag a set of lovely striped sweaters, and each of them was a different colour. It reminded Charlie of Willy's vast coat collection. "It's just like my sweater, but different colours!"

"Uh huh, I thought to myself, that you needed some more sweaters. So I got you some!" Wonka grinned happily, clasping his hands together, he was absolutely elated that Charlie liked his presents. He then helped Charlie pile the sweaters back into the bag. "I also got you a set of matching pants. Darker shades of course!"

Charlie grinned up at Wonka, "Thank you Mr. Wonka, these is the best birthday presents ever." Wonka's heart lifted at Charlie's comments. Best birthday presents... ever? He didn't know what to think... Wow... that was... …weird. Best? Ever?

Willy Wonka grinned thoughtfully at Charlie, and this wasn't even half of what he was going to give Charlie that day. He really felt that he needed to spoil Charlie (in a good way), so he would do it slowly. He couldn't wait to tell Charlie about his other plans, but he knew he must save that for later, so, he had to wait. As much as it was tearing him up inside with anxiousness.

Suddenly, an idea hit Willy, "I know! How about you pick out a shirt and a pair of pants and put them on, kay? I want to see how they fit!"

"Brilliant idea!" Charlie looked down in the bags containing the clothing, reaching in to grab a pair of pants and shirt. He tucked them away from Wonka, so he couldn't see, "I'll surprise you!"

Wonka laughed, "Okay... I understand," he pointed down the white-themed hall, "the bathroom is down the hall and to the right Charlie."

As Charlie was changing in Willy's bathroom, Willy Wonka got up and started to fold some of the blue papers and placed them in his pockets along with a strange brightly wrapped parcel. He strode over to the coat rack and picked a rather nice shady grass-green coat and put it on. Wonka then straightened the top hat on his head, made sure his purple rubber gloves were on tight, and grinned into the mirror beside the rack. At that point, Charlie came out of the hall wearing a pair of Deep Green pants, and a light green/shady green striped shirt.

Charlie laughed when he saw Wonka was wearing a coat with the same colour as his shirt. "Mr. Wonka," said Charlie while half chuckling, "we match."

Willy Wonka seemed amused with the idea as he pressed on his shoes and stepped into the elevator. "Come on! We have much to see, and much to do!"

Charlie put on his shoes and followed Wonka into the elevator. Willy nodded at Charlie and pointed, with his cane, at one of buttons at the lowest left corner. "Press that one Charlie."

"This one Mr. Wonka?" asked Charlie, kneeling down and pointing at the strange label-less button. "It's got no name."

"I know," Willy said, grinning. "It's a new button, I have been meaning to press it. So, why don't you? Go ahead."

"Press it."

Authors Thoughts - This chapter was fun to write. But, actually, the beginning of the second chapter was the ending of this chapter. But, I found it didn't fit were it was... and I moved it. When I first wrote this, I directly completed the second. So, when I re-wrote this chapter, I knew exactly what was going to happen next, I found that helped me quite a bit, and I suggest that you do it as well when you write. This chapter may not be that interesting, but, at least it opens up the story and feelings of the Wonka-crew. The next chapter will be a bit of a bumpy ride... especially for Wonka. (Ooops... did I type that out loud?)

Wonkaland Info - Here I am, as promised, and I will give you some details about what I have added concerning Wonka's personal life.

So, I sat there, thinking to myself, Wonka needed a home to live in. It had to be in his factory, it had to be easy to get to, and it had to be secretive. So, why not have it so rather than push a button, he would insert a key so that only he could get into it. That, basically explains it.

As for the coloured thing... I dunno... Just seemed Wonkaish. So... yeah. Hope you liked.

Also... what is that new button doing there? I'm not telling... you have to read the next chapter.

Chapter Two Preview - Wonka finally shows Charlie something, but, for some reason, it seems that he is covering up what he was really planning to show him. But, before Willy Wonka can show him his wonderful plan... he has to deal with his Glass Elevator.

Important Note: Please Review. I wanna know if any of you liked it. Plus, I may feel like updating faster if I know that people actually read what I write. (No flames... I'll only feed them to Gloop).