Candy and the Chocolate Factory

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Anyone Except Candy Bucket.

Summery: Charlie takes his older sister instead of Grandpa Joe. Yes I know not another one but I like the concept so I'm doing it. If you don't like don't read please no flamers I know my grammar isn't the best but by writing these stories I hope to improve that.

Chapter One: Candy Bucket.

Hello my name is Candice ' Candy ' Marie Bucket. I am the only daughter of Noah and Nelly Bucket nee' Glass. The granddaughter of George and Georgina Bucket as well as Joseph ' Joe ' and Josephine Glass. Finally I am the elder sister of Charles ' Charlie ' Aaron Bucket. I am twenty-one years old eleven years older than my brother. My poor mother had been told she would never be able to have more children than me so Charlie was a much welcomed surprise. I bet your wondering why my family calls me Candy well there is a good explanation for that you see my mother likes to joke that it was Wonka's chocolate that made me look the way I do as she craved it her entire pregnancy. My skin she blames on her first trimester as it is as ivory as the purest white chocolate with just a natural pink flush to my cheeks and full pink lips like the most delicate strawberry cream. My hair she claims comes from her second trimester as it mirrored the milkiest chocolate brown with highlights of caramel gold through out. My eyes she hints come from the last trimester as they are the blackest dark chocolate with a scattering of mint chips. I have also inherited the most awful sweet tooth since my birth and so Candy has stuck with me since.

It use to be so easy for me to have candy growing up as grandpa Joe use to work for Mr. Willy Wonka when I was a child. I was ten years old when I met the candy man himself momma had taken me to pick up grandpa Joe from the little candy shop on cherry street. We we're going to tell him the good news that I was to be a big sister. I remember it like it was yesterday I was standing at the counter looking at all the wonderful treats that seem to defy the natural law of what was possible and impossible. I didn't notice the young man who must of been ten years my senior until he presented me with a lollipop that sparkled from the sugar crystals made within it. " Hello little one. You look as though you were made in my very own shop what's your name?" Looking up at my mother for her permission before I took the lollipop my very own shy little voice answered. " Candy." I remember he gave me a confused look turning his lavender eyes to the lollipop. " Yes it is candy but I asked you your name sweetheart." I just giggled at the goofy man causing his pale face to be marred by a slight frown to his magenta thinned lips. " My name is Candy silly." it took a few minutes before he understood and laughed a long with me " Of course I should of realized no other name would fit such an angel. I am Willy Wonka it is a pleasure to meet you Candy. "

From then on whenever I came to the shop Mr. Wonka always gave me a sweet. So it broke my heart when I was a young girl but fourteen as he closed down the factory and sold off the shop firing all his workers my grandfather included. I knew then I would never see my favorite candy man ever again but I was sure to tell the fast growing Charlie everything about him along with grandpa Joe. To this day grandpa Joe teases me that if Mr. Wonka had waited just four more years he might of married me and I would of convinced him never to close in the first place. The factory however never stayed closed as on my seventeenth birthday when I was walking by the old factory on my way home from school I noticed smoke from the chimney. I was so excited that I ran home to tell the news hoping this meant grandpa Joe would get his job back. Alas no one did who ever the new workers were they were none of the old faces I had known. Now I am a full grown woman working as a clerk in the old Cherry Street Candy Shop a lot of children giggle about the fact that my name tag says Candy as that is what I sell day to day. Every evening Charlie, now nine stops in after school and we walk home together walking past the factory. Sometimes I swear I can see a tall man staring out the windows at us and I wonder could it be him.

Little was I to know the whirlwind that was about to happen that would bring Willy Wonka back into my life. All thanks to a few golden tickets and the dreams of my adorable and sweet baby brother Charlie. We were all sitting around the house as once again grandpa Joe was telling us stories of Mr. Wonka " Grandpa tell Charlie the story of Prince Pondicherry I think he would like that." Grandpa Joe's eyes lit up as he looked at Charlie " Have I never told you that story Charlie?". When Charlie shook his head grandpa started the tale. I remembered that time well I had been told by Wonka himself when it happened along with grandpa Joe and many of the other workers. I had even gotten to sit in his lap as I got to play with his top hat revealing his auburn brown locks. " Well Charlie you see there was this Indian prince who had written to Mr. Wonka begging him to come to his land and build him an entire palace made of chocolate. Everything was made of the finest chocolate their were rugs, statues, and paintings all done in White Chocolate. The furniture from the hugest tables to the smallest stool was of the richest Dark Chocolate. The bricks for the walls and floors even the cement that held them together were of Milk Chocolate . The plants were even carved from the sweetest of Mint Chocolate as the water that flowed from the tabs was a delicious Strawberry Cream and all the windows were of the thinnest Golden Caramel. It took Mr. Wonka a whole month to complete this wonder." Candy smiled at the amazed look on her brother's face. " When it was finished Mr. Wonka warned and begged him to eat it right away before it melted but the prince refused. So when a very hot day came the poor prince awoke to himself floating in a chocolate lake." Both Candy and Charlie laughed. " How do you know this grandpa?" grandpa Joe just smiled sadly.

" I use to work for him Charlie back when he had owned the little shop on Cherry Street before he sold it to the couple that owns it now, then for awhile when he first opened the factory. He was a brilliant man Charlie I still marvel at the treasures he creates. I was his top clerk and he simply adored your sister I felt for sure one of these days he was going to snatch her and run off called her his little cocoa bean he did." I playfully smacked his arm. " Why don't you work for him now grandpa ?" I watched as grandpa Joe sighed it still pained him what happened. " Well you see when Mr. Wonka opened his factory the other candy makers became quite jealous of his success and they started to send in spies. Soon they were coming up with sweets that only Mr. Wonka could achieve like an Ice Cream that never melts even on the hottest days, a bubble gum that never loses its flavor no matter how much you chew it, and sugar bubbles you could blow as big as your head that would never break. So heart broken Mr. Wonka realized his best recipes were being stolen by the ones he thought he could trust. He felt he had no choice then but to close down the factory sending everyone home claiming it was forever." Charlie looked confused. " But it's opened now?" our mother soothed Charlie's hair as she spoke. " Yes poppet but sometimes when an adult says forever they mean a really, really long time. " I giggled when I heard grandpa George mumble about eating cabbage soup forever earning a glare from our mother. " Did you get your job back grandpa?" I could see tears in his eyes as grandpa Joe shook his head. " No Charlie no one did. No one has any idea who is working in the factory now. You see they never come out and no one ever goes in. Nothing but the candy which is left outside packaged and labeled ready to pick up and ship." they were interrupted by the opening of the door as their father came in. " Evening Buckets. You'll never guess the commotion outside. Apparently Mr. Wonka is having a contest. " He grimaced at the soup on the table and he held out the paper in his hand.

I grabbed up the paper as I began to read aloud. " Dear ladies and Gentlemen I am Willy Wonka. I shake you warmly by the hand. I have decided to once more open my factory to a small few children. There for I am issuing a contest I have placed five golden tickets into five different candy bars of my most delicious creation and sent them all over the world. On the tickets shall be your instructions on the date and time when the gates shall open where you will be given a guided tour by myself. At the end of the tour all children will be given a life time supply of their favorite Wonka Chocolate while one child will get an extra special surprise. Good day to you all and good luck." I groaned. " Oh no this means work is going to be terrible until all those tickets are found. " Charlie's eyes just sparkled with the news at the chance of possibly meeting his hero. " I think it's a great idea. Do you think I could win a ticket Candy? I've always wanted to see the factory." I nodded but of course grandpa George ever the cynic had to put in his two cents. " The ones who are gonna find those tickets are the ones who can afford to eat chocolate everyday and Charlie you only get one on your birthday. Mark my words the first child will be fat, fat, fat." I had never wanted to hit my grandfather George so much in my life as the tears gathered in my brother's eyes.

" Dad that's enough Charlie has just as much chance as anyone else and his birthday is in a week. Here Charlie I've something to cheer you up." Dad held up a warped toothpaste cap that looked like a small little head with a top hat which he must of taken from his job at the toothpaste factory. " It's perfect just what I needed." We all watched as Charlie added the final piece to his mini factory the small finished Wonka replica standing proud as I knelt down to my brother's level. " It's perfect Charlie and don't worry what grumpy old grandpa George says. You'll see the factory someday you just have to wish for it after all nothing is truly impossible if you wish for it with all your heart." after that we all sat down eating our fill of cabbage soup before me and Charlie went up to bed. Looking at the veiw of the factory from a small hole in the wall me and Charlie used as a window. I closed my eyes wishing with all my heart for a sign that Charlie would find a golden ticket and win so that maybe I could once more stare into those violet eyes. I knew even as a little girl I was in love with Willy Wonka and all I wished for was to see him one final time.