Disclaimer: I Dont own Mr Wonka, the chocolate factory or anything else mentioned in this story, im worthless, blah blah so dont sue me, well you cant i dont have a penny to my name anyways!

Authors Note: Hi all, a note about this little piece of writing. It just came to me as an idea after watching the film on dvd the other night. Im a rubbish writer, i havent attempted to write anything close to resembling a story in 7 years. So please be gentle with me. Im actually a RPGer so again forgive me if some parts of the story sound like something you would find more in an RPG post over a story.. if that makes sense.. anywooo on with the story.

Story Note: Im taking it upon myself just to ignore the fact that wonka gave charlie the factory. He doesnt fit in this story and i dont want to write about him. So we'll leave it there :P

Summary: Mr Wonka recieves a visit from some rather unwanted guests.. (sorry bad at summarys)

Unexpected Arrivals
Chapter 1

It had been a good few days since the 'golden ticket' competition winners had received their tour around the famous Chocolate facory. Mr Wonka, ever present in his strange little office, sat with his feet rested upon his desk, a cigar in one hand and half a newspaper in the other.

It didnt look good, many of the winners - or loosers as they now were, had alerted the press to the events which had unfolded in the factory on the day of their visit. Mr Wonka grinned as he read one of the stories, something about a fat purple girl being rolled down the street outside her house, but he soon found himself frowning as he continued to read further. "That's not true! How dare they say that about me!" He shouted aloud as he scrunched the paper up into a ball and threw it down into the wastebucket, he'd read more than enough lies for one day. No more tours of his factory he decided as he started to pace round his office, a small frown playing upon his face. That was that, he'd been a recluse just about his whole adult life, and now he was beginning to regret his decision for ever opening his factory gates to the public.

"Mr Wonka?"

Wonka stopped his pacing for a moment as he looked across the room to Mr Wilkenson, his personal assistant. Well he hadn't heard him come in the room, he had been too far gone in his thoughts, his anger, his scheming for world domination.... "Yes?" He stood straight and folded his arms across his chest, smiling slightly as he waited for Wilkinson to continue.

"Sir, I know you dont like to be interupted but -"

"You're quite right Mr Wilkenson, I dont.." Mr Wonka remained standing still, very much aware that he was beginning to intimidate the other man. "But do continue, i mean, you might as well now that you're in my office.."

Wilkenson swallowed down a lump in his throat as he stared back at his employer, of course there would be no out-staring him, Mr Wonka had peircing bright blue eyes, almost like that of a porcline doll, only slightly more wicked looking, especially when caught in one of his 'moods'. "Yes sir, as you wish..I thought I should inform you that we have some guests.."

"Guests?" Wonka interupted as raised an eyebrow at his assistant. "What sort of 'guests'? More greedy children? Angry parents?.. The Queen?!"

"No sir, no.." Wilkenson paused for a moment and looked over his shoulder before taking a few steps towards his employer. Making sure to keep his gaze cast down and his voice quiet as he uttered the words he knew Mr Wonka would never want to hear. "...Health and Safety.."

heh-heh should i carry on?