Chesper's Adventures with Charlie and Mr. Willy Wonka

By Funazzachick

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

(I do not own Mr. Wonka, Charlie or any other character except the ones I have created. I also don't own the Chocolate Factory [starts crying] or any other place, thing, creature, plant, mineral or object that is in Roald Dahl's story.)

Also thank you to everyone who reviewed this story, I really appreciate some feedback, even if it's criticism.

Chapter 6: The First Two Finders & Secret Wishes

That very Friday, the first Golden Ticket was found. Charlie and Chesper sat cross legged on the beds in front of her small T.V that evening to see the first finder.

He was a boy called Augustus Gloop and on the T.V there showed a nine-year-old boy who was enormously fat; he looked like he had been blown up with a powerful pump. Great flabby folds of fat bulged out from every part of his body; his face was like a monstrous ball of dough with two small, greedy, currant eyes peering out. The town where Augustus Gloop lived had gone wild with excitement. "I just knew Augustus would find a Golden Ticket," his mother said on the television screen. "He eats so many bars of chocolate a day that it was almost impossible for him not to find one. What a thrill it will be for him to visit Mr. Wonka's marvelous factory! We are just so proud of him!"

"What a revolting woman and repulsive boy," stated Chesper.

"Only five Golden Tickets left," said Charlie. "I wonder who'll get those."

"This just in" said the T.V reporter suddenly. "A second Golden Ticket was just found by a Veruca Salt."

Veruca lived with her rich parents in a great city far away. The T.V showed her sitting between her beaming father and mother in the living room of her house. Veruca's father, Mr. Salt, was eagerly explaining to the T.V reporter exactly how the ticket was found.

"You see," he was saying. "As soon as my little girl told me that she simply had to have a Golden Ticket, I went out and started buying up all the Wonka bars I could lay my hands on. Thousands of them… Hundreds of thousands! Then I had them loaded into trucks and sent to my own factory. I'm in the peanut business, you see, and I've got about a hundred women working for me over at my place, shelling peanuts for roasting and salting. That's what they do all day long, those women, they sit there shelling peanuts. So I say to them, 'Ok, girls. From now on you can stop shelling peanuts and start shelling the wrappers off these chocolate bars instead!' And they did. I had every worker in the place yanking the paper off those bars of chocolate full speed ahead from morning till night. But three days went by and still we had no luck. Oh, it was terrible! My little Veruca got more and more upset each day and every time I went home she would scream at me, 'Where's my Golden Ticket! I want my Golden Ticket!' And she would lie for hours on the floor, kicking and yelling in the most disturbing way. Well, I just hated to see my little girl feeling unhappy like that, so I vowed I would keep up the search until I'd got her what she wanted. Then suddenly… today one of my women workers found one! So I rushed home and gave it to my darling Veruca and now she's all smiles; we have a happy home once again."

"That's even worse than the fat boy," said Chesper in outrage.

"I don't think the girl's father played it quite fair," said Charlie.

"Charlie… it's alright. You're in my apartment and I'll allow you to say what you feel, I mean, you're just so nice all the time. You're not going to be struck down if you get angry sometimes. And anyway, that man spoils his daughter and no good can ever come from spoiling a child like that," said Chesper.

Charlie thought about this for a minute before frowning, he then whispered very quietly, "Rotten brat."

Chesper burst out laughing as she said, "There you go Charlie!" Charlie laughed along with her. It was always so much fun spending time with Chesper. She felt like his very own big sister at times like these. Chesper switched the T.V off before aiming and chucking a pillow at Charlie which hit him in the head.

"You'll pay for that!" yelled Charlie with an evil grin as he launched a pillow back at her. Soon it turned into a pillow war with cushions flying everywhere and thumps of pillows hitting their target. Eventually Chesper and Charlie fell panting onto the bed, both defeated by the pillows themselves. After a while Charlie asked a question that had suddenly popped into his head.

"Chesper? When Grandpa Joe was first talking about the chocolate factory and he was telling us about the ice cream that never melts. What were you trying to say?" he asked.

Chesper looked thoughtfully at Charlie before replying, "Well I thought I'd said it out loud but apparently not. What I said was 'Nothing is impossible'.

Charlie looked puzzled.

"But of course some things are impossible. I mean… we can't live forever, that's impossible,"

Chesper shook her head.

"Just because we can't do something doesn't mean it's impossible," said Chesper. "Living forever isn't impossible; we just don't know how to do it. Take for instance outer space. People use to think that landing on the moon was impossible but Neel Armstrong did it, now it doesn't seem impossible anymore does it?"

Charlie now looked at Chesper in a new light. What she said had made sense and he realized that she was right… nothing was impossible.

"I think it's time for bed Charlie," said Chesper. "I don't want you all tired tomorrow."

He snuggled into the warm covers of the bed while Chesper got the light.

"Chesper? Can I just ask you one more question?" asked Charlie.

"All right Charlie, what is it?" sighed Chesper.

"What do you think of Mr. Wonka?"

"I think… he's the most amazing person in the world," she said dreamily.

"Do you like him?" asked Charlie with a knowing smile.

"What gave you that idea Charlie? I've never even met the man," Chesper said nervously.

"Come on, he's a genius, makes chocolate, is probably a millionaire, has to have a decent personality and I bet he looks SO-,"

"Shut up Charlie!" cried Chesper as she blushed bright red.

He laughed at that. "Just admit it. You fancy Mr. Wonka!"

"Even if I did… which I don't… there would be no way I could ever meet him, unless I was lucky enough to get a Golden Ticket… which I'm not. Oh and by the way if I did fancy him… which I don't… I wouldn't want him for his money or the candy that he makes; those would just be a bonus, that is, if I did meet him… which I won't… and if I had a crush on him… which I don't."

"There's a LOT of denial in what you just said."

Chesper rolled her eyes and huffed before saying quietly. "Maybe I do… have a little… thing for him."

"A little thing?"

"OK FINE! I really, really, REALLY like him ok? Which is absurd because I haven't even met him! And every piece of candy that I've ever got from Wonka I've always read every little thing on the outside of the packet… even the barcode… which is completely ridiculous of me! Ok? Are you happy now?"

"Wow," was all Charlie could say.

Chesper sighed. "I've had this stupid little crush on him ever since I ate my first Wonka candy. I just wish…"

"Wish what?"

"I just wish that I could finally meet him… then maybe it would go away."

"I wish that I could meet him too," said Charlie then hurriedly said. "But for a completely different reason."

That made Chesper laugh.

"Don't worry. You'll get to meet him, I'm sure of it," said Charlie firmly.

"Hey Charlie?"

"Yes,"

"Will you go to sleep now?"

He laughed and said, "Sure."

Chesper stared up into the darkness and hoped with all her heart that he was right. Before she drifted off to sleep she wondered. What would happen if they did meet?

That was a bit of cuteness between Chesper and Charlie, plus I couldn't resist putting in a pillow fight! Hint: More pillow fun will be near the end of the story ;)