A/N: I'm finally writing this again. Here's a sampler while I keep writing.

Wilbur Wonka was reviewing his articles about Willy when he heard the doorbell ring. He had no patients scheduled for this hour. Wilbur carefully put his articles away and walked to the door. He opened the the door. A man with a top hat and a black coat was outside.

"Good evening," Wilbur muttered, "I don't recall you making an appointment."

"Yes," the man conceded nervously, "it's just...well," He opened his mouth and revealed a three empty spaces where teeth should have been.

"How on earth did you lose front teeth at middle age?" Wilbur asked.

"Er...it's a long story."

"Well, come in, I suppose," Wilbur said.

The man followed Wilbur into the building.

"Please sit in the waiting room as I ready my equipment," Wilbur instructed. The man and entered the waiting room without being told where it was. How did he guess correctly? Wilbur shook the thought and retrieved his orthodontic utensils from the cabinet.

When Wilbur entered the waiting room, he was surprised to find that he had forgotten some of his scrapbooks, which were on the coffee table. The man was reading one of them, clearly transfixed by the articles.

"Excuse me?" Wilbur asked, "I am ready to see the damage."

"Oh, of course," the man said, nervously closing the scrapbook, "This is...quite a collection you have."

"Yes, well, I'll see you now," Wilbur said quickly, not wanting to answer questions regarding that particular subject. The man stood up and followed Wilbur into the dentistry room. The strange man sat down in the chair.

"Please remove your top hat," Wilbur suggested. What a strange a thing that was to say in this era.

The man complied with this instruction.

"Now open," Wilbur instructed.

The man opened. Wilbur scanned with disapproval.

"I must confess, despite that they are very white, your teeth are in horrible shape," Wilbur announced, "in fact, I haven't seen a case this drastic since..."

Wilbur froze as realization dawned him.

No, I can't be.

Then who is it?

It could be anybody. Willy can't be the only person on earth with teeth that atrocious.

"Willy?"

The man smiled. "Hi, Dad."