The faint sound of high heels clicking on linoleum sounded throughout the mansion. Servants bustled about, bringing this, cleaning that, when all stopped for one moment, before scurrying away behind closed doors. Away from the approaching.

A pale white hand gently graced the petals of a rose in one of the thousands in the home, and the blond woman smiled. Gently sipping her martini, she couldn't wish for any more.

Her smile faded though, at the sight of the two dirty ones who stalked angrily into the mansion.

"MOMMY!" The girl covered in filth yelled.

Dear heavens.

Pushing open the door of their home, the fat, red headed woman pushed her chocolate covered prize inside. "Augustus, my darling! Stop biting your fingers right now!"

The pudgy boy ignored his mother and pushed an unlucky cook out of the way. Mrs. Gloop gently helped the poor girl up and proceeded to make certain her poor child did not bite his toes.

His dirty, little toes.

A flash of blue was all she saw as Mrs. Beauregarde sat in the living room of their home in Georgia.

"Mother! Mother! Look!" The blond looked up to see her smiling daughter, proudly standing on one hand on top of their television set, before she back flipped onto the couch across from her parent.

Sighing, the girls mother tried her hardest to smile. She did love her daughter, but she did not love her new skin and hair color. Violet's face saddened and she went to sit next to her poor mother.

"Mother, it's fine! We can go to the hair dresser and dye my hair back! And maybe if we tan me enough I won't be so blue!" Violet said hopefully. She knew her mother loved their reputation and didn't want her to be seen this way, but it was only because she didn't want kids to pick on Violet.

The blue girl wrapped her arms around her mother and held her and she wept.

"Honey! How was the- OH MY GOD!"

Mrs. Teavee screamed as her son, her precious little boy, walked in their suburban home. Mr. Teavee looked at his petrified wife, then back at their new 11"7' son.

"What, what happened?!" Mike's mother asked, or yelled, he wasn't certain, but Mike just rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Stupid Wonka was just wasting time with candy again."

It was then Mrs. Teavee fainted.

Eighteen year old Charlie Bucket talked as he walked down the corridors of his - yes, his - factory. It had truly became his on his eighteenth birthday last month. The freckled boy had indeed become quite handsome, no longer the starved poor boy, now a full, healthy chocolatier.

Charlie felt a tug on his pant leg to see a new Oompa Loompa than the one before. "Yes?" He asked the small man... creature.

In their own language, the Oompa Loompa told Charlie that one of the squirrels was crying again because her mate was missing. Charlie explained just to find her mate and they would all be happy, but the Oompa Loompa said the mate could not be found. Charlie thought a moment. Did you try Fudge Mountain? It likes to climb things, he asked. The Oompa Loompa ran down the hallway towards Fudge Mountain.

Charlie paused. "I didn't know squirrels could cry." He said to no one in particular.

Shrugging, the blue eyed boy continued walking down the corridor. 'Where is he?' He thought to himself.

Suddenly, Charlie head giggling from inside one of the doors. Cautiously opening the white door, he realized he was inside the TV Room. Seeing who he had been looking for all day, Charlie grabbed a pair of glasses from one bin and walked up to the large television, next to the eccentric man watching the screen.

The Television Chocolate machine had long since been perfected, but no one could figure out how to get it on every TV in the world without wasting millions of gallons of chocolate.

"Mr. Wonka?" Charlie asked his mentor. Willy Wonka glanced at Charlie from behind his large goggles and scoffed. "Geez Charles, didn't I tell you you didn't need to call me that?"

"What am I supposed to call you then?"

"... The Wonkanizer."

"The Wonkanizer?"

"Yes! I can see it now! A candy for all the cool cats of the world! It instantly makes you like everyone's favorite candyman, me!" Wonka beamed at his idea.

His heir scratched the back of his head. "Mr. Wonka, you suggested that yesterday, and no one would buy that."

Wonka's face fell slightly.

Charlie patted his back.

"So, what were you watching that made you so happy?" Charlie asked the saddened man. Wonka immediately brightened and pointed at the screen, where a fat boy was running on a treadmill. "Guess who that is?"

"Who?"

"Augustus Gloop!"

Charlie's eyes widened. "Seriously? How are you seeing this?"

Mr. Wonka laughed. "He apparently went to culinary school and is already a world class chef. The news is doing reports on him."

"Good for him!" Charlie exclaimed.

Wonka nodded in agreement before he flipped the television off. "I wonder how all those other brats are doing." He thought aloud.

Then, the chocolatier had the idea of the century.

In his mind, of course.

"Miss Salt! Miss Salt!" The small blond girl yelled from the doorway of the dance studio. Several other girls were also crowded around her.

Veruca Salt walked from the back room of her very own dance studio, and smiled at the children. "Yes, Mira? What is it?"

A small man wearing a mask walked forward. He slowly peeled the mask off his face, and Veruca gasped. An Oompa Loompa!

The small man handed her a large purple envelope. She timidly took it from the creature. Opening the fold, she saw a letter written in swirly cursive letters:

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Dear Veruca Salt,

I am please to inform you that I, Willy Wonka, am allowing all you lucky little Golden Ticket winners back into my factory! For one week, you shall get to explore the factory on your own free will! Think of it as a family reunion, but with none of your family! You are asked to please come alone, and no, you will not be harmed. Charlie is making sure of that. He's telling me to cross that out now. I'm not going to. Please RSVP by March 1st. All other information you need will be sent then. Thank you.

From,

Willy Wonka and Charlie Bucket

P.S. Stay away from any sensitive Oompa Loompas. They are rather sensitive.

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Veruca slowly lifted her eyes back to her awaiting class. "Well? What does it say?" Mira yelled.

A small girl with dark brown eyes and tan skin named Geesue batted her eyes dreamily. "Is it from your long lost prince who's gonna come for you and whisk you away to your very own island?"

Another girl with pale skin and freckles named Cassie crossed her arms and barked out a sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, right! It's probably from the FBI requiring her special dance skills to help them catch a criminal that's robbing all the coffee shops of the world!"

The last girl named Juliet pushed past both of the other girls. "You're both wrong! It's from Willy Wonka!"

"How do you know?" Cassie sneered before blowing a bubble with her pink gum.

"Cause that's what the envelope says!"

Silence hit the children. Geesue looked at the ground and Cassie muttered "Observer."

Veruca smiled at her class. 'I love this place.' She thought to herself before clapping her hands together. "Alright class! Get in formation!"

And that's what they did.

"Mother!" Violet hollered before sliding down the sleek railing of their home. Mrs. Beauregarde came running.

"What? What is it?!" She shook her daughters shoulders.

Violet was smiling so wide her blue cheeks hurt. "Look! Look!" She handed her mother a letter.

Her blue eyes scanned over the letter at least three times before she looked back at her beaming daughter.

"Do you want to go?" she asked tentatively. Violet nodded vigorously and clasped her hands in front of her. She began to mouth 'Please' over and over again at her mother.

Mrs. Beauregarde sighed and nodded. Violet squealed and began to hop in circles.

Her mother watched her and laughed at her daughters giddiness. "Alright, alright, but you have to call the studio and tell them you'll be gone."

Violet nodded and ran up the stairs to her room. Jumping onto her bed, she let herself breathe, before her large smile became an evil smirk.

'Oh, Wonka, you are so gonna get it.'

A grunt.

"No."

"Yes."

A sigh.

"Fine."

Mike was going.

"Augustus! Augustus!"

"What?" The boy yelled from their kitchen. A short haired cook ran up to him and asked him how much lemon she should put in the salad. He gave her the measurements and smiled at his newest intern.

Just then, Augustus' mother burst into the kitchen, knocking a chair over in her rush. "Read this, Augustus! Or would you like me to read it?" she asked sincerely before clearing her throat and looking back down at the paper.

Augustus snatched it from her puffy fingers and read it to himself.

There was a pause and all wanted to hear what the chef would say.

Augustus smiled. "Maybe Wonka will lend me some chocolate for the mousse cake."

They all broke out in hearty laughter only a true lover of food could comprehend.

A/N: HEYHEY

There is an EXTREME lacking of CATCF stories on this site.

Especially ones without OC's.

Seriously.

Some of them, I do enjoy. But too many are about a teenage girl randomly going to the factory and 'STEALING THE CHOCOLATIERS HEART'

Maybe, just maybe, they SHOULD NOT fall in love.

Perhaps they could kill each other.

Then Charlie revives them with his magical British powers.

Yeah.....

British.....

DANCEDANCEDANCEDANCE

AHURKY

LETS EAT SOME SCONES

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Yeah.....