I do not own Willy Wonka, neither his factory... which is sad... I mean it's sad that I don't own Wonka, not his stupid factory, the hell with it!

Okay, this fic is based on the 2005 movie, and it's actually a bit weird, but what would you expect? The characters are insane, though 3-)

Chapter 1

A woman of thirty-two made her way through the corridor, to where the insane hooting and laughter was leading her, which she knew very well who it come from. She suddenly appeared at one of the open, dim-lit rooms on the left, and stood there by the door to see what she expected to see. An unkempt clothed guy with a guitar lying on his arms, was sitting next to the door crossed-legged on the ground, staring listlessly into the room. There was a bank with lots of tossed emptied cans and packs of appetizers, and two people with more vigor sitting on it, the type that always joined in the fun. One of them was a slim, tall girl with chestnut short-hair to her ears and a vibrant grin, and the other one was also a goofy guy, laughing his head off while munching from the giant bag of chips he managed to hold on to. Two other people were in the back of the room, a dark (as in obscure) young man with dark brown hair falling over his face as he leant over a board, occupied with something, and a guy with tousled fair hair walking across the room, smiling. All the attention was focused on one psychotic girl, hysterically laughing and tumbling in the middle of the room.

The woman, seeing this sight for the second time in the week, crossed her arms and sighed heavily.

"Don't tell me she had any!" she said forlornly, and the guy sitting on the bank looked up at her.

"Yeah! Lots!" he answered chirpily, and pulled out a half-empty box of chocolate from behind his back. Mrs. Applebarrie shock her head in misery. The others saw her, and turned to the uncontrollable girl, the back at her. This was totally not surprising to them. They have all certainly seen such times with Lilly. She was a bizarre, different girl with many surprises. But they never knew she could get so out of hand all of a sudden. She seemed like a nice, agreeable young woman, and with a great talent, as well. She wrote songs that were the offshoot of vitality in their music.

Mrs. Applebarrie kept watching her in silence, knowing there was no cure for that.

"Thankfully, you're the only ones in the theatre!"

"What's going on in there?" A man suddenly came from behind Mrs. Applebarrie, causing her to jump. She turned round and saw the manager of this place.

"Oh, eh…" she stammered.

"What's wrong with that woman?" he said alarmed, watching Lilly hollering idiotic jokes and raucously teasing everyone around.

"She gets ADD from chocolate!" the man sitting on the ground told him indifferently.

"She's even more crazed than any of the band members I ever known!"

"It's just a temporary frenzy, that's all!" Mrs. Applebarrie told him. "She'll surely come back to her senses and her calm quiet nature before you know it!"

"But she's never calm!" the guy suddenly let out.

"She used to be!" Mrs. Applebarrie said quickly, with a warning sign directed to him. The manager left, and as soon as he did, Mrs. Applebarrie bent down to talk to the guy.

"Listen, Rick! I mean it this time! Make sure she doesn't lay another hand on that candy! We don't want to blow this chance! It's the first time anyone has ever asked us to perform in a play!"

Rick looked up at the band manager. "Yes, Mrs. Applebarrie! I know, don't get too excited about it again!"

"You don't know candy! Candy is fantastic! Candy makes the world go round!" Lilly crooned as she started dancing idiotically around the room.

"Thank God she didn't start on smashing the guitars!"

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A loud knock resounded into the little, humble room lit by the fire. An old woman awoke from her contemplation and got up to answer the door. On her way, she heard raucous voices from outside.

"If it's those loopy drunk teenagers again, I'll make sure to contact the police this time!" she muttered to herself, but when she swung the door open, she was overcome by disbelief. She was met by three boisterous people, who seemed to find it hard to stand still in their places. There was only one twenty-four year old woman, she distinguished very well. She was being supported by the others, letting them catch her every two seconds before she collapses. She let out a woozy giggle then let her head fall back.

"Lilly!" the old woman exclaimed, stretching out two feeble arms to carry her away from the other two. "What have you done to her!"

"She's eaten too much candy!"

"Right!" the old woman grunted, and slammed the door in their faces. She carried a lightheaded Lilly into the house and sat her on one of the armchairs by the fireplace, bitterly muttering to herself. "I'll take care of that! Right, candy! What kind of an insolent, daft thug would expect me to fall for that!"

"Mother, what's going on?" a sleepy middle-aged woman was standing next to the door. The old woman turned to her angrily.

"Some mangy street oafs thought I'd be too foolish enough to believe that my girl got high on candy!"

The younger woman's eyes sharpened. She walked over to her daughter, and composedly studied the half-awake girl.

"It's fairly alright, mother! It's chocolate that does this to her! She never had them since she was a child, and now that she's frequently started to eat them, she's not used to such inducements!"

"If chocolate is some kind of drug, then they shouldn't be giving it to little children!"
"Chocolate is not a drug, mama! It just… invigorates a bit!" she said, then looked down at her daughter disdainfully. "But I don't know about her hormones!" she muttered to herself indistinctly.

"Well, that's not normal! Haven't you realized that?" Lilly's grandmother shouted. "I've never heard of anyone who gets that aroused by chocolate! What's that supposed to be? She's certainly not normal! I always knew that! I told you to find her a psychiatrist, soon! She's going to cause trouble for everyone!"

"Yes, mother!" she answered wearily, picking her daughter up from the chair. "I'm going to put her in bed now! She's lost too much energy tonight! I don't know how many gallons she's had this time!"

Weird, right? Well, don't mind those quirks... just read on, and REVIEW...