A/N:The full title is incredibly long: And Then We Put Peanuts in a Blender to Drown Out the Storm Inside. I looked at one too many Willy Wonka fanart drawings and then watched the movie. Now I'll go crazy if I don't write me some fiction. It probably won't make a lot of sense, but I don't care.
The forecast called for sunshine with a light breeze. Nobody expected the gray clouds that rolled in from the south and settled themselves above the city. The windows of the world's most famous chocolate factory, which had previously admitted the pale morning light, were suddenly filled instead with a bleak sort of emptiness. However, the dreary weather outside had no effect whatsoever upon the chocolatier and the young man lying in the grass on the ground floor of the factory.
"I'm bored." Willy Wonka interlaced his fingers and stretched his arms out until his knuckles cracked. Charlie winced slightly at the sound.
"What do you want to do?" He asked. Willy Wonka shrugged.
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know." Charlie plucked a blade of grass and rolled it into a ball. "What haven't we done today?" Willy Wonka sat up and adjusted his hat.
"We haven't blown something up," he declared. "Let's blow something up."
"What?" Charlie rolled onto his back and stared at the factory ceiling.
"How about a really big peppermint?" Willy Wonka suggested. "That would be fun."
"And we can layer the dust on top of chocolate bars." Charlie picked another blade of grass and flicked it into the air. "Get a start on the Christmas candy." Willy Wonka smiled and got to his feet.
"Why not?" He offered his hand to Charlie. "Come on." Charlie took his mentor's hand and pulled himself up. Willy Wonka's glove squeaked. Charlie enjoyed the sound because it was another reminder that Willy Wonka trusted him enough to touch his hand. Granted, Charlie had known Willy Wonka for a long time, but even the smallest of victories was still worth celebrating.
Charlie smiled to himself and followed Willy Wonka to the chocolate river, where their beloved boat lay waiting.