OH MY GOODNESS! This story has been so long in the making. I apologize, all you lovely readers. This story literally has the most views and watches of any I have done. I really apologize for making all you starshines wait sooooo long but here it is! Finally the next chapter. I will definitely try to keep this going till it is done. I have so many ideas for this one. Had a bit of writers block. But anyhow, we are back ON TRACK lovely people! Leaning more toward a

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Mr Bucket was driving home after a busy day delivering for the factory. His heart was heavy for Charlie and Mr Wonka. Willy Wonka had not been the same since Emily had left in order to save the factory and disappeared from the face of the earth. The strange chocolatier would not leave his quiet haven in the dark medical complex. He was mourning for Emily, a daughter he had gotten to know very well, and now she had left him and he couldn't save her. Left to try to save his factory. Mr. Bucket shook his head. He had never seen anything like it.

Willy Wonka sat in the medical complex in his big arm chair, fingers in a triangle tapping each other in thought, latex gloves squeaking annoyingly. Nellie, his faithful oompa loompa stood watching him. She couldn't figure him out. He was quite a recluse for many years, and one really could not fault him for that. He had experienced so much trouble at the hands of the aforementioned evil nemesis that he had chosen to stay hidden. Out of necessity, not by desire.

Willy Wonka stood for the umpteenth time and paced the floor, twirling his cane in one hand then stabbing it at the shadows as if toward some unseen enemy. Nellie rolled her eyes and plastered a sweet expression on her passive face. "Sir?"

The distressed chocolatier whirled, long coat whishing through the air and froze in place. "Yes, Nancy?"

"You are doing it again."

Willy looked down at his feet then at the cane in his hand. "Hm." He shrugged. "So I am." And started pacing again, twirling his cane as a baton.

Nancy rolled her eyes again. "Sir, if you are that stressed about this girl, then go find her. Get out of your little shell and go find her."

Willy turned on his heel and cocked his head at the oompa loompa. "Shell. Chocolate shell. Hm. The eclairs need a chocolate shell. be sure to tell the candy room. Find her. Find who? Hm am I really that daft? Shell. What shell. I don't have a shell. Only candy has a shell. And I am not candy my dear. Or people would eat me. And that is cannibalism. Very much frowned - Owww!"

A sudden pain in his ankle made Willy stop chattering and hop around on his other foot, black shiny shoes creaking like a Pogo stick with Augustus Gloop atop it. He finally paused as if in deep thought. Looking down, he realized Nancy was tapping her small foot, a deep frown making her look very unhappy. Her arms on her hips made her seem formidable, even though Willy Wonka was three times her size. Willy looked incredulous. "Why-you-you - just kicked me."

Nancy nodded. "Yes. Now go outside those great iron gates and find her before you drive us all mad."

The strange man's shoulders slumped and he sat down heavily. "Nancy, what if I am too late. What if she's gone? What if that evil man has- has - oh, starshine!"

And with those words, the lonely chocolatier began to cry. For the first time in his life, he felt lost and terribly heartbroken.

Nancy crossed her arms oompa-loompa-style and nodded wisely. Willy Wonka had learned to love.

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Torrential rain made it so hard to see that Mr. Bucket could not finish his deliveries. To be safe he took the long road back to the factory, barely able to see anything in the blinding rain. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his big hands hurt, but the steady swiiiiisssshhhhh of water on the road under his tires reminded him how precarious his situation was and commanded his full attention. Squinting against the torrent, he turned right and almost ran into a parked truck. Two men were carrying a large object toward the edge of the bridge. Swerving and speeding past them, he looked back in his rear-view mirror in time to see them pitch whatever it was over the edge, run back to their truck and turn around - driving away as fast as they could. Incredulously, he slammed on the brakes. His truck skidded sideways in the road and he jumped out, leaving the motor running and the door open. "What on earth was that?" he asked himself, turning up his coat collar against the cold rain. As he reached the side of the bridge, he noticed a Wonka Chocolates wrapper laying on the ground. It was recently dropped, as it had not soaked into the pavement. He picked it up between two fingers and looked at it closely. Warning bells were going off in his head. Suddenly, a terrible thought came to him and his eyes widened in fear. "No!" he growled, audibly and ran slipping and sliding down the embankment to the river. He dove into the water, no concern for his own safety.

Willy Wonka sped through the rapidly falling rain, a complete maniac when it came to driving. Poor Nancy was getting thrown every which way as he skidded around corners and across intersections. He was headed up into the old valley where Slugworth chocolates were stationed. The anxious chocolatier was approaching the Smithing River when he saw a truck haphazardly sitting across the road. "Get out of my way, crackerjack!" He exclaimed, slamming on the brakes. His own truck also skidded sideways, just as a very wet Mr. Bucket came scrambling up the bank. He slipped and slid across the bridge and started down the other side.

"What has gotten into that man?" Willy wondered aloud. He climbed out of the delivery truck and sloshed toward the embankment. "I say, Mr. Bucket! What seems to be the matter?" he called out, leaning over the edge. Mr Bucket only paused to say, "They threw her in!" And he dove in to the swollen river again.

There was no explanation needed. Willy, overcome by desperation, yelled "Nancy!" and throwing down his can and hat, he dove into the river as well.

They found her at the same time, the ropes around her wrists snagged on a limb under the water. They worked together to free her and resurfaced, to find Nancy at the shore waiting for them. Quickly, they both sloshed ashore, and laid their burden down carefully on the wet bank. Willy Wonka, a complete basket case, paced back and forth, anxiously rubbing his hands together, looking the complete epitome of a drowned rat as he watched Nancy and Mr. Bucket working on his starshine. His normally kind face was taught with worry, and one could not tell if it was rain or tears running down his face.