Sherlock Holmes knew people thought him to be curious, to put it politely. He was a handsome boy of 12 years with fair skin, striking blue eyes, and dark, curled hair. He was tall for his age, intelligent as well as athletic. Yet people saw him as a pessimistic child, cool and analytical with a rare show of emotion. But Sherlock Holmes had a secret: he, who laughed at the preposterous use of one's imagination, was infatuated with the mystery of Mr. Willy Wonka.
Mr. Wonka was the owner of the world's largest and most cherished candy factory, right in the middle of London. His candy was delightful, and competitors were constantly trying to sneak into the factory to steal his inventions and innovations, so Wonka decided to put the factory into a hiatus. All the workers were fired, the last of the candy was sold, and finally, the gates to the factory shut. Mr. Wonka has not been seen by anyone since.
One day, the factory had delivery trucks spewing out of the gates, all of the candy that had been treasured by the populace began to be made again. Yet no one- besides the deliverymen- had been rehired. So who was making the candy? According to the research Sherlock had done, machines could not have been doing it all. The time between the day the factory shut its gates and the day the delivery trucks were spotted was not enough time for one man to, by himself, design and build all of the machines necessary to make and package all of Wonka's products. So how was the candy being made? How did Wonka accomplish this? These were questions Sherlock Holmes, no matter how much thinking he did upon them, could not answer.
And it seriously pissed him off.
"All I need is one look at Wonka," Sherlock thought. "One look, and I can figure out all I need to know."
But no one has seen Wonka in years. There are no photographs of him after the hiatus, because no one has seen him since. No one knows if the man is still even alive, for certain. Sherlock Holmes, who could solve any puzzle, who could tell you who you were with one look at you, who could baffle any adult with his wit, was vexed. There was no way Sherlock Holmes would stay out of this forever. He was itching to do some investigating. He just couldn't figure out how, being a twelve year old boy with no reason apparent reason. Adults could not get into the factory, let alone an arrogant, self-absorbed child.
Sherlock resigned to wait- the right opportunity would come by soon enough to let him to unravel the mystery of Willy Wonka.