Long after Halloween was over, Holly and Willy were back to their usual routine. But after a while, Holly started to notice something about Willy. He started bringing candy and sweets (especially different kinds of chocolate) to school almost every day and he would share them with her all the time. Soon, Holly started to get concerned; she knew Dr. Wonka never allowed his only son any candy before, so why is Willy becoming obsessed with it now? After a few weeks of this odd behavior, she decided to get to the bottom of this whole thing. One day, she confronted him on the playground that stood right outside the school.
"Hey, Willy? Can I talk to you about something?" She asked.
"Of course, Holly. What is it?" Willy asked casually.
"Well, it's about your new…"
"Passion?"
"Uh, sure. Let's go with that… passion. Where are you getting all this candy? I thought your father forbade you to have any."
"He did, and he still does."
"But… when did this happen?"
"It all started the morning after Halloween. I was cleaning out the fireplace when I found something in the ashes. And guess what it was… it was a bit of chocolate from the night before. It still had its foil wrapping, so it didn't look dirty or dusty. And when my dad wasn't looking… I ate it."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. After that, I couldn't stop thinking about it. So I decided to do some research on candy. I ate as much as I could and took as many notes as I could. Look what I have so far."
Willy then pulled a small notepad out of his backpack and showed the many pages he filled to Holly. Her eyes widened as she skimmed over the words scrawled on the hundreds of pages; she looked back at her friend with a shocked expression.
"Wow, Willy… this is… this is really impressive." She said.
"Thank you. I've worked really hard on this, you know." Willy proudly commented.
"I can see that. But… what is it you're planning on doing with this information?"
"I… uh… Huh, I have no idea."
"Well, there must be a way to put all the data you've collected to good use."
Just then Holly's face lit up as she had an epiphany.
"I know! Maybe you could try to make your own candy!" She exclaimed.
"My own candy?" Willy asked.
"Yeah! You've been getting straight A's in chemistry and baking, right?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"So maybe you could try making up your own recipes for your own candy and chocolate."
"You mean… become a chocolatier?"
"Exactly!"
"But my dad…"
"It's just an idea…"
Willy thought about it for a few moments before his eyes widened too.
"…And it's a great idea!" He cried.
"Really?" Holly asked, making sure she heard him right.
"Of course! A chocolatier sounds like the PERFECT career for me! And who knows? Maybe I'll even become famous."
"You never know. But one more thing: if you do become famous, NEVER forget about us little people… especially me."
"Forget you? Never! And I hope you don't forget about me."
"You're my best friend, Willy. I would never forget you."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
The two intertwined pinkies for a pinkie swear before looking at each other and smiling. The bell rang and the two immediately ran off of the playground and back towards the school building.
