SURPRISE! XD Muahaha! I'm back, and badder than ever! I may warn you; this sequel has a few more -ahem- references than the prequel. Nothing OVERLY explicit. You're safe.

A young lady emerged from the carpeted front hall and into the Candy Field. On her deep-auburn-haired head rested a top hat, and in her left hand she held a long walking staff. Her stride was not broken, however, when her indigo eyes scanned the room and she spoke to the many tiny people around her.

"If the WonKats aren't ready yet," she called, "then you'd better speed up the process. Someone isn't going to be very happy!"

She strode out of the Candy Field and into a room with several conveyor belts. She walked past one of them and used the staff to brush the candy off the belt and into the proper containers sitting on the floor at the end of it.

When she walked into a huge bedroom, someone was waiting for her inside it.

"Thank you, Lovely," Willy Wonka said, taking his hat off her head and putting it on himself. He took the staff and looked at himself in the floor-length mirror. "Who did you snap at today?"

"A few Oompa-Loompas," said Libby Wonka as she watched her father in the mirror. "It's not quite as fun when they understand why you're snapping at them."

Willy looked at her over his shoulder. "Why didn't you snap at any bullies at your school? Surely they'd be after Brooke and Blaise."

"Dad," Libby scoffed. "First of all, the twins don't go to the same school that I do." She gained an air of obviousness that she only could've inherited from the man standing before her. "They're in the sixth year. Second of all, even if there were bullies, what could I possibly say to them? 'Hey, stop beating me up, my father makes candy?'"

Willy turned to face his eldest daughter. "You've got a smart brain, you know. You can think of something." He turned and made his way towards the door. "Your mother probably could've done the same."

Libby looked at her feet for a while, and then followed Willy out the door and into the other carpeted hallway.

They hadn't gotten very far.

As a matter of fact, Willy had just burst through the doors to the room with the conveyor belts when the power in the entire factory went out.

"Well," Willy said into the sudden silence. "There goes my dramatic entrance." He popped open the ball on the walking staff and took out a tiny flashlight. The object was small, yet the light illuminated a pretty good space. He turned to Libby and shone the light on her face.

"Dad," Libby groaned, but she grinned. She held up her hands to block the light.

Willy moved the beam of light down to Libby's feet. He sighed. "You're growing up entirely too fast, Lovely. You're looking more and more like your mother. And…you're looking more and more like a woman."

Libby rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "I'm never going shopping with you again."

"WHAT! That's it, you're grounded."

Just then, Willy and Libby heard four feet running towards them at full speed. Willy barely had time to move the flashlight over when he was knocked over by two unidentified objects.

"Hi, Dad!" both of them said at the same time.

"Hey Brooke…hey Blaise…you're crushing my ribs."

"Sorry."

"Guess what, Dad?" Brooke squealed as Libby helped Willy onto his feet.

Willy sighed again. "You've gotten an outstanding grade in class?"

"Erm…" Blaise murmured. "Not quite."

"Didn't think so."

"We've come up with an idea for you, Dad!" said Brooke.

Libby raised her eyebrows. "Let's hear it."

"We make a chocolate statue of Mom!"

Willy dropped the flashlight, and it immediately went out.

There was a very uncomfortable silence, and Libby cleared her throat. "Dad?"

There was no answer. Libby reached out her hand to grab Willy's arm…but she was grabbing air.

"He's gone."