Disclaimer: I don't own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It belongs to Roald Dahl.
"Well, time for work again!" Mr Wonka said cheerily as he approached the entrance of his infamous chocolate factory. "Got another busy day ahead making chocolates to sell to all the kiddies of the world!"
He was just taking his key out of his pocket to unlock the doors - when he stopped in surprise upon looking towards them.
Two men in uniforms were standing in front of the entrance to block his path. They were facing him with their arms folded, ominous frowns on their faces.
"Are you Mr Wonka?" one of them asked.
"Who wants to know?"
"We are officials from the national health and safety board," the second replied as he held up an identification card. "We have had some complaints about production and the safety of your factory," added the third.
"Complaints?!" Mr Wonka gaped in outrage. "What's wrong with my factory?"
The first official produced a notebook. "Firstly, your factory produces nothing but chocolate. You are responsible for children's increasing consumption of sugar and calories!"
"I'm just running a business! Chocolate sells far better than vegetables! How many kids do you see going into a store for some celery?"
Ignoring Mr Wonka, the first official passed the note book to the second, who read on.
"Secondly, we understand that your staff are all of a short height. That is a violation of rule six-hundred and twenty four; no one of a height under one metre should be employed in a factory for risk of being crushed by equipment."
"The oompa loompas?!" Mr Wonka glared. "I can't fire them! There's no one else I can employ who'll be short enough to climb between and unstick trapped gears!"
"We also have been told that production of your nutty chocolate bars is carried out by squirrels," the first official went on."You are breaking the law by carrying out the long abolished act of animal labour."
"Well squirrels are far easier to pay than humans are! They work for peanuts!"
"And finally..." The seriousness in the second official's tone increased. "We've received complaints about a number of children being endangered while on a tour of your factory."
"One nearly drowned in a river of chocolate and was sucked through a pipe that led to the mixing machine..."
"One girl was turned blue and inflated as a result of eating your gum product..."
"One was assaulted and discarded down the garbage chute to be incinerated...by your staff of squirrels, no less..."
"And finally, one was sucked into your technology at the factory and shrunk down to three inches high!"
"But none of that was my fault!" Mr Wonka protested. "I gave those children strict instructions not to meddle with those things they messed with and met the consequences! I can't help it if they were little brats whose parents never taught to do as they're told!"
After the scanning the notes, the two officials looked at each other and shook their heads before facing the aghast chocolate factory owner.
"We're sorry, Mr Wonka..."
"But we're shutting you down!"
"Noooooooooooooo!"
So Willie Wonka's chocolate factory was closed for business. Mr Wonka had no more financial income, which didn't help when he was sued by the parents of the children who'd fallen victim to the dangers of his factory, resulting him in going completely bankrupt.
The Oompa Loompas were now out of a job and ended up living on the streets.
With no chocolate factory around anymore to produce their beloved confectionary, the children in town had to eat sickly, disgusting fruit and vegetables - much to the delight of their sugar-hating parents.
The End.