Hi there, this is my first Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Fiction. And it's been a while since I've seen it, so apologies!

From the 2005 movie starring Freddy Highmore and Johnny Depp.

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Mister Willy Wonka, world renown chocolatier, was not taking no for an answer. Visibly shaking, he snatched his satin top hat from off of his deeply conditioned head and wrung it uneasily in gloved hands. Obviously frustrated at the sandy haired little boy sitting in front him, Wonka grimaced and clicked his pearly teeth before continuing.

"Listen," Wonka said in his uneasy, high-pitched voice. "I'm not getting any younger here, and I need you to do this for me. It's just not conductive to me in this stressful atmosphere, mmkay?"

"But, what does that have to do-" Charlie Bucket protested.

"I'm wrinkling!" Wonka interrupted incredulously, fishing out a pocket mirror. He pried open his eyelids, examining the non-existent bags under clear brown eyes. Moving around the skin on his face, he rubbed the pale skin with his finger tips. "I'm getting older! I'm dying! Look, see, wrinkles!" He shoved Charlie's face into a prominent cheekbone.

"I don't see anything."

"Never mind that!" Wonka retorted at the factual remark, pushing Charlie's face from his own. "Oh, the wrinkles will come!" He stabbed his cane into the mint grass blades. "And then what? Oh, just help me, Charlie, you don't understand? I need to leave behind a well prepared, well dressed ..hair."

"Hair?"

"Heir, I mean!" Wonka started. "I meant heir. Anyway, what do you think, Charlie? How about for a chocolate bar?"

He patted his pockets, pulling out an assortment of different gadgets and knickknacks, tossing rubber ducks and slinkies over his shoulder. "A-hah!" he said, as he took out a slightly squashed chocolate bar.

"Oh, alright," Charlie sighed, begrudgingly. It was rather pathetic, all this begging, after all. "If it will make you feel better."

"Oh it will, Charlie. Thank you so much! I can feel my complexion smoothing out already!" Wonka raised his cane in enthusiasm, his lustrous teeth almost striking a glare in Charlie's eyes.

He huffed in response to the overly excited chocolatier, stepping behind the changing curtain with heavy feet. After a series of zipping, cloths flapping and exasperated sighs, Charlie emerged from behind the curtains looking painfully irked and equally as silly.

"Charlie! You look absolutely magnificent! Just like I did when I was younger!" Wonka exclaimed, clapping his hands and silently thanking that Charlie didn't know what he really looked like when he was younger.

Charlie slumped, wearing a velvety, burgundy jacket with a black shirt underneath, complete with dark slacks, a golden chain pocket watch and a rather frivolous neck collar. Miniature satin hat placed snugly on his head, Charlie teetered from heel to toe impatiently, leaning against a slightly shorter version of Wonka's own walking stick.

"Can I get changed again, please, Mr. Wonka." He pleaded through clenched teeth.

"Sure, sure." Wonka said with a nonchalant wave of his gloved hand. "I'm much more assured now, for now when I am good and dead, I will have a sharply dressed hair, I mean heir, making scrumptious chocolates for the good little kiddies in the world."

A slight pause. "I have a thought, though.."

"Yes, Mr. Wonka?" Charlie inquired, voice slightly muffled from behind the changing curtain.

"What do you think about growing out your hair?" He asked slyly, allowing himself to touch the moisture-locked chestnut hair on his own head. "It's rather sharp-"

"No thank you." Charlie interjected.

"It hides large ears, you know." He said thoughtfully placing a hand on his own ears. "And what of dentures, Charlie? Dentures?"

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Hah, I had much fun writing this. It's rather different from my other styles.

And please review! I promise to give you a lock of Wonka's hair, I promise! Tee-hee.