"Heads will roll" Willy muttered, as he read what was on the Main Menu. He glanced around the Projection Room. It felt so empty without Charlie cringing in the corner. Where was he anyway?

Luckily there was a call button that linked right to the Bucket's house. Opening his mouth to speak, Willy came with the realiation that he was still wearing the set of fangs. He glanced in the mirror and smiled. Oh, what he wouldn't give to see the look on his father's face if he wore these!

Thinking for a moment, Willy thought of what Charlie had said about trick or treating. The boy wanted to go so much, and he had said no. It couldn't hurt to go out for one night. He was wearing a costume after all. No one would be the wiser to his identity.

"Sorry Johnny. Next time, ok?" Willy asked, treating the movie like a person. He took the DVD remote in a gloved hand, and shut off the system.

Pressing down on the button, Willy spoke:

"Mrs. Bucket? Is Charlie there?"

There came the sound of muffled giggling. Finally, a response came.

"No, Mr. Wonka. Charlie has went somewhere!" Mrs. Bucket responded.

Gone somewhere? But how could he...?

"Well, where did he go?" Willy asked, a twinge of anger in his voice.

More giggling.

"Trick or treating!"

Willy slammed his head into the wall.

------------------------------------------------------------

As Charlie walked down the street with his Grandpa, his cellphone vibrated in his pocket. He paused. The phone was brand new! No one was programmed into except...Mr. Wonka.

"As always Mr. Wonka, you see all..." Charlie flipped open his phone. "and know all!"

"How is the popcorn doing Charlie?" Willy asked.

Charlie rolled his eyes. "Fantastic!" he responded.

"Oh really? Huh, then why are you standing in the middle of the street?"

"How did you know I'm...where are you?"

"Behind you!" Willy hissed into his ear. Charlie didn't know why a chill ran down his spine at that moment. Willy had never been this close to him before. Actually, he never got close to anyone before. At least as far as he knew..

Charlie spun around on his heel. Willy still had his cellphone up against his ear.

"Should we hang up?" Charlie asked.

"Well, I don't really like talking to people face to face!" Willy answered. He grinned with his fang toothed mouth.

The same chill ran down Charlie's spine again. What was that all about?

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Grandpa Joe stood, waiting for the conversation to end. "Does this mean trick or treating is over?" he asked.

Charlie gave him a what-do-you-think? look. Joe nodded.

In a moment of brief anger, Willy had pulled Charlie's ghost costume over his head, so that he couldn't see.

"What was that for?" Charlie asked, pulling the sheet over his head.

"For going outside!"

The three continued to walk toward the factory. Willy suddenly turned around.

"Oh, and your going to watch Sleepy Hollow!" he said.

"Great!"

A little bit shorter but I'm a bit tired. It's 11:30 at night! Next time it will be longer!