Hi everyone! It's Charlotte Anne Thornton, and I am going to show you something that is NOT exactly a story, but a deleted scene that I came up with for one of my all time favorite movies... Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. (Johnny Depp version)

To be blunt, I only came up with this just recently, so don't be surprised if it's not my best. I just recently read Factory Girl, a fanfiction on this site by royalgem18. If you've read it, awesome! The author is not done with the story yet, but I highly recommend it to any of you C.A.T.C.F fans! After reading it, I felt the need to watch the movie again after like two years, and I LOVE everything in the movie. But, watching it again made me realize that there were so many things that Tim Burton could have put in the movie, a few deleted scenes maybe. But, I may come out with some more deleted scenes, but I can't say for sure.

Anyway, this deleted scene takes place after Charlie declines Mr. Wonka's offer for Charlie to come and stay with him in the factory. It takes place at the very place where Charlie now polishes shoes to earn more money for his family. You see, in this scene, Willy Wonka will have already talked to his "therapist" (which is an Oompa Loompa) and is going to take place right before Charlie goes and shines Wonka's shoes. For those of you who have never before seen the movie, when Charlie polishes Wonka's shoes, he doesn't realize that it's WONKA he's tending to. Mostly because Wonka kept a newspaper covering his face so Charlie wouldn't recognize him, and Wonka also did a bad job of disguising his voice, but Charlie fell for it, so who cares?

Before Wonka can be tended to by Charlie though, Wonka will get a little gift from a small child after he pays for his "shoe shining"...

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He could not let this happen. He didn't even understand why Charlie could choose his family over the amazing wonder of the factory. Nonetheless, Willy was not about to stand by and let Charlie make the biggest mistake of life.

Well, he already knew how to find Charlie. It wasn't that difficult to find a previous golden ticket winner in London. He now worked at a small barber shop which also provided shoe shinings at a decent price. Of course, with Willy Wonka being...well...Willy Wonka, he wasn't exactly the most fond of the idea of letting some random stranger touching him, even though it was only Charlie... But, he had no choice...

He left the factory, but not in disguise as you'd expect him to be. No, in fact, he wore his usual Edwardian style burgundy suit and top hat only with an extra long coat that nearly dragged behind him when he walked. He also wore the very same sunglasses he wore the day of the tour, which wasn't too long ago. Willy knew that he himself was the last person Charlie ever wanted to see, but Willy had no choice. He needed to find Charlie, and somehow talk him into accepting Wonka's prize...to become the chocolate factory's future owner, and Willy Wonka's successor. But really, the factory wasn't the only thing that needed Charlie, but Willy did, too. Surprising as it was to Willy, it would seem that from the very start, he wanted Charlie to win the challenge all along. While he didn't exactly plan on all of the other children being picked off one by one as they continued through the factory, Willy was certain that Charlie would win. He was the only one who never acted greedy, nor ignorant, or bratty. As the tour went on, Willy saw that Charlie seemed to actually understand the meaning of candy not needing to have a point...and that's the reason it was candy. Willy admired this in Charlie, making him more and more hopeful that Charlie would make it through.

As this ran through his mind, Willy soon found the barber shop. And, he saw Charlie. He was putting away the materials he previously used to shine the most recent customer's shoes. He looked quite tired. Willy wondered then how much work Charlie went through each day, and how much money he made in the process. As much as he didn't like the idea of putting Charlie through more work, he only had one way of talking to Charlie without drawing too much attention to himself.

Before he could talk to Charlie, however, he needed to pay for a shoe polishing first.

He had to slip past Charlie to get to the door so Charlie wouldn't notice him as he briskly strode by. Charlie didn't seem to notice, as his eyes were still focused on getting the dirt rinsed out of the sponge he used to shine the shoes.

Willy was able to walk inside unacknowledged. It had been twenty years since the great Willy Wonka had been in public. So, no one knew exactly what he would look like if he had ever somewhat altered his appearance. Besides, for all everyone else knew, Willy Wonka was still shutting himself out from the rest of the world in his factory. That apparently was not the case, however.

He had made his way up to the counter and ordered an immediate shoe polishing.

It would take another ten minutes for him to get his shoes polished, so he had to wait a little bit longer until he could speak to Charlie. He played the woman behind the counter the money he owed, and turned around, prepared to sit in a chair while he waited. He had come to a hault when he saw something was standing in his way. Actually, it wasn't a "something", but a "someone". He looked down, and a foot or so away from him stood a pretty little girl with long/medium length golden type brown hair in a braid that drooped over her left shoulder. She had grey eyes that sparkled even though the colour itself was a dull shade. She was especially pale, too. Not as pale as Willy Wonka, but still quite pale. She was rather short, about three feet in height, even though she was only five. She was wearing a navy blue coat with black ribbon and lace on the cuffs, as well as on the hem of the top of the coat, and the bottom. The coat reached her ankles, enough to show her tiny black flats, and white tights.

Willy just started at this little girl uncomfortably, since he was not the biggest fan of children. The little girl just started at him in return, only with a small smile. She looked so curious as she looked this strange man up and down. Willy appeared to be doing the same, but only so he knew how to describe this girl in case she was lost and her parents were looking for her. Willy was about to take a step away from this little girl, but she walked a few inches closer to him, making him more uncomfortable.

"Hello," the girl spoke softly, but only loud enough that Willy could hear her sweet, innocent voice, "my name is Rosalie Thornhill." She gave a small courtsy and bowed her head slightly.

Willy, still a little unsure about this, bowed his head slightly in return. He tried to smile, but he was just a little too nervous.

"What's your name?" The small girl asked. Willy grew more scared each second. He had been around older children before, but THIS child was a toddler! He was hesitant to speak, but managed to let a lie leave his lips...

"...Freddy Hampshire." He answered. He couldn't say who he really was in public, not if he wanted so much attention that Charlie would never ever want to speak to him...ever.

"You have a nice name. Only my mum and daddy call me Rosalie. But, all of my friends, and my sister call me Rose. You can call me Rose, too." She admitted to him with her sweet, posh British accent, her hands behind her back like they were in the beginning. Willy couldn't help but feel a little touched at that. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't seem to find his voice. There was not that many people in the small barber shop, only him, Rose, the female cashier, and one other lady who was barely paying attention to this scene unfolding. If this was the case, that lady must not have been her mother. If she was, she'd be scolding her daughter for talking to a stranger.

But, before Willy could say anything else, the girl started mumbling a word. Just one word. And slowly looked back up at Willy. He fought the urge to tell her not to mumble because he cannot understand a single word she's saying. But, she was a toddler, so she didn't know any better.

"What?" Was all he could ask.

The girl finally let it out, "Up," she quietly demanded as she lifted her arms up, "Up, Up!"

Willy ironically knew what "up" meant coming from a little kid: she wanted him to pick her up. That, unfortunately, was Willy's problem. Either way, he still wasn't all that fond of children, and who knows if he ever will be. So, the idea of willingly picking up this small girl made him frightened. But, this particular little girl just seemed too sweet and innocent, and she deserved a small token of his slight affections for her. She was just a little girl, he could have any amount of innocent affection toward her if he wanted to.

So, with clear hesitation, as you could see through his actions, he slowly bent down, hesitantly reached his arms out, and sweet Rose didn't waste one moment to feel the warmth and comfort of Willy's arms wrapped around her small, delicate body. At first, Willy wanted to quickly push her away as his lack of experience with this sort of thing made it seem like your first time on a death defying roller coaster, or ANY roller coaster for him, actually. But, Rose didn't let go. Her arms were linked right around his torso, and it would have appeared to Wonka that Rose wasn't prepared to let go for anything. As this seemed to have been the case, Willy decided to do what she had asked; he picked her up, and held one arm under her, and the other, around her body.

He slowly stood with her in his arms, and held on to her a little tighter than before. Rose was doing the same. He just stood, gazing at this beautiful little girl in his arms, his eyes never leaving her. As each second passed, he held on tighter and tighter. Rose eventually wrapped her arms around his neck instead of his torso, and buried her face in the crook of his neck. With Willy, having taken off his dark sunglasses before this, you could see the pure admiration he had for Rose in his midnight blue eyes. She seemed so enthusiastic, yet quiet, and sweet. With that, he buried his face in her soft hair. Her skin smelled of vanilla and cinnamon, but her hair smelled like lavender. He liked it. As he inhaled the scent of her hair, he slowly closed his eyes, and exhaled in absolute awe. As he did this, a thought came to him, Oh, if only it was all as simple to me as it is to you, Rose. You're an innocent soul, don't let anyone change that!

"I have something for you, Mr. Hampshire." She whispered in Willy's ear. Willy had to admit to himself that hearing her quiet, soft, sweet tone, made him shiver a bit. The GOOD shivers. She still didn't want down, so she held onto Willy's shoulder with one hand, while the other was fishing through her coat pocket. He was a tad confused as he continued holding her in his arms. He watched as she dug through her pockets. His curiosity came to a hault as she finally pulled what she was looking for out of her pocket.

It was a Wonka chocolate bar!

Willy gazed in astonishment at the chocolate bar in Rose's hands, and then back at her. In a moment, Rose handed Willy the chocolate. Willy was confused. Why was this little girl being so generous as to give her Wonka bar to some absolute stranger? He had always thought children to be often more greedy at times than generous. This child proved herself that she did not seem to be one of those naughty children. In fact, she very much reminded him of... who was it?

Charlie.

Willy remembered this. He now knew why Charlie actually won. Because he was never naughty like the four who were picked off one by one in the factory. He did nothing wrong. In fact, he never thought for himself, but seemed shy.

But then, his thoughts returned to the girl. She was looking toward the ground, implying that she wanted down. Willy gently set her down, and she once again stood before him, only she was also holding out her chocolate bar for him to take.

"Bu- but it's not mine. You need it, anyway." Willy said, a hint of affection could be heard in his tone.

"But you need it more than I do, Mr. Hampshire." She pleaded, compassion in her voice. She held it up higher for Willy to reach, even though Willy would still need to bend just a little to reach her.

He was quite hesitant at first, but managed to pull himself together. He kneeled on one knee in front of Rose, and slowly took the chocolate from her hand. He never took his eyes off the chocolate, feeling absolutely enthralled by this whole situation that was happening before him. It wasn't a second before Rose gave Willy a big hug! It was unexpected, so it took him a moment to gather up his composure and wrap his arms around her.

A minute later, they broke away. And for a moment they just stared at each other, Willy still on one knee in front of Rose. Then, Rose quickly got on her tippy toes and planted a kiss on Willy's cheek! It was a strange, yet sweet sensation to him, having never felt it before. Or for a long time, anyway. In an instant, he smiled at her. This moment they shared was brief, however, when Rose must have heard someone call her name outside, because she looked at the door, and began to slowly walk to the door. Willy followed close behind her, but didn't go outside, instead, Rose turned back around...

"Goodbye Mr. Hampshire. It was incredibly wonderful to meet you."

"Goodbye Rose," he said with a warm smile, "I feel the same. I hope to see you again."

Those are six words you'd think never leave his lips, let alone be directed toward a child.

She quickly hugged his legs, backed away, courtsied, opened the door and left, leaving Willy alone in the shop with two other women. Willy stared down at the candy in his hands, and couldn't find the right words to explain all of this to himself. Whilst in the middle of that, Willy heard quiet "awww"s from the two other women, which made him a tad uncomfortable. But then, the woman behind the counter spoke up.

"Mr. Bucket is outside waiting for you now, Mr. Hampshire."

His mind left the chocolate, and onto Charlie.

Before opening the door and stepping outside, he took one more look at the Chocolate and gently put it in the pocket of his coat.

He knew that he HAD to talk to Charlie.

Awww! I know I'm bad at creating dialogue, but it's all I could really do. If you guys have any more ideas for some possible deleted scenes for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, tell me so I can get it on here!