Author's Notes: Thanks again for your positive feedback everyone! :) TheIndividualist, thanks again for your very kind words :) MrWonkyWonka, your review actually made me laugh- now that I think of it, maybe the Wonkavator should have crashed into Charlie's school! No more school! You will all find out whether or not Wonka said the last quote from my previous chapter very soon. You are absolutely right Wolfy76398, the suspense is indeed terrible! I hope it'll last... anyways, onto the story! :)

The crowd froze as the wooden door slowly creaked open. Out of the dark factory came Wonka himself, covered in second and third degree burns on the left side of his body. Many holes adorned his velvet purple jacket and his khakis and he slowly limped towards the crowd with his somewhat charred cane. The burned candyman let out a sadistic smile.

Charlie stared at him in horror, wondering how he escaped such a gruesome fate.

"Where are the- oh! I see you, Augustus! Come on Augustus, don't be shy..." he calmly stated as he pointed at the tallest and the eldest of the children with his cane.

Augustus' sweaty face turned pale and he loudly gulped. Mike tightly clung onto Charlie's left arm and pointed his toy gun with his other hand, shaking. Smudge loudly hissed and arched his back once more.

"Do you want to see the rest of my factory?" Wonka pleasantly asked the children, pretending nothing had happened.

He paused and gasped at the sight of Charlie, alive and mostly well.

"C-Charlie Bucket?! No! It can't be! You're dead!" the chocolatier shouted in pure shock.

"You have the right to remain silent! You are under arrest William Wonka!" a police officer shouted from afar.

The young, burly officer rushed towards the candyman, clutching a set of handcuffs.

Wonka glared at the officer and smirked.

"Me? Under arrest? For what, just taking innocent children on an innocent tour to my world renowned chocolate factory? I think not!" the candyman declared as he grabbed his purple handgun.

The gunshot roared the night sky as the purple bullet struck the officer in the leg. The crowd gasped in horror. Mike watched the police officer writhing in agony and bleeding. He looked at his loyal gun and then back to the bloody police officer. The tiny cowboy slowly placed his gun back into his pocket.

Wonka laughed with glee and grabbed the silver handcuffs.

"You can't catch me now!" he declared as he snatched Charlie by the arm and dragged him towards the factory.

"Let go of me!" the blond boy screamed, desperately wrestling out of the candyman's clutches.

"It's a little too late for now, isn't Charlie? You and I are going on a little trip to my one and only Wonkacopter, where I'll make sure you'll actually die this time!" the chocolatier sneered, pointing his gun directly at Charlie's head.

The other three children watched in horror.

"Come on! We can't let him get away! Charlie's saved us plenty of times today!" Mike yelled as he bolted away from the others.

Without any hesitation, Violet, Augustus, and Smudge joined him to rescue Charlie.

"Hey! Hey! Where are you going?! That man is dangerous! He could kill you!" an anchorman shouted as the cameras began to hound the three children.

"Cool it! He's tried to a million of times already captain obvious!" Violet retorted without looking back.

Before the burnt candyman could enter inside, the familiar chorus of singing oompa loompas echoed from inside. The crowd paused in confusion by the singing. Wonka's face turned ashen. Dozens of rebelling oompa loompas slowly marched towards the candyman from both directions.

"No. No! Please, I beg you! Don't do that! You know that the public eye cannot see you under any circumstances!" Wonka frantically pleaded.

The curious media peered inside and the photographers vigorously snapped their cameras at the angry orange-skinned creatures. The anchormen all lost interest in the children and followed the cameras to investigate. The oompa loompas all pounced on the candyman, yelling in their native language. Charlie managed to slip out of the chocolatier's clutches and dashed back towards Mike, Violet and Augustus.

"Oompa Loompas..." a middle-aged policeman muttered to himself as he and his younger partner ran to arrest Wonka.

The children looked at the grizzled officer in surprise.

"You know what an oompa loompa is?" Mike asked.

The officer did not respond as he managed to handcuff Wonka.

"You have the right to remain silent and you are under arrest Mr. Wonka..." he sternly told the candyman.

Wonka's blue eyed widened in shock upon seeing the aging officer.

"Larsson? Is that you?" he questioned.

"Yes Mr. Wonka, it's me. This is what I became after you unjustly fired me and dozens of my former coworkers fifteen years ago for an unspecified reason. You know, I overheard your conversation with Wilkinson about using those poor oompa loompas as slaves. They deserve a better life back at Loompa Land and you deserve to spend the rest of your pathetic life rotting in jail!" Officer Larsson shouted as he shoved the chocolatier into his car.

"You go to hell Larsson! The oompa loompas were a thousand more times productive than you ever were-"

Officer Larsson slammed the car door and the cameras shifted towards an angry and handcuffed Wonka. The children looked on in interest.

"So Mr. policeman, you worked for him?" Mike politely questioned.

"Yes. I was one of his original employees and he hired me opening day back in 1950. Those were awful days, he did not treat us well at all." Officer Larsson sighed.

"I'm sorry. Thank you for finally arresting him!" Violet replied.

"You're quite welcome young lady."

The oompa loompas slowly walked outside the door and loudly cheered, not caring the cameras were fixated on them.

"Officer, how are they gonna get back to Loompa Land?" Charlie asked.

"Once that bastard is behind bars, I'll arrange a special flight for all of them to return to their rightful home. From what I heard, it's quite a peaceful little tropical island that is in the middle of the Pacific Ocean." Officer Larsson kindly told the children.

Charlie let out a huge smile, knowing that peace was now finally restored for the oompa loompas. As the police investigated the factory, all five children were interviewed by many anchormen and officers before they were sent to the hospital for their minor injuries several hours later. Veruca was the last to be dismissed due to her possible involvement of Wonka and Wilkinson's failed plot. The spoilt girl told the officers that she was unaware of what the candyman's true intention and she left the scene without any punishment.

After a nurse stitched up the laceration he received from the falling machines in the Inventing Room, he sat in the nearly empty hospital foyer with the other children except for Veruca, who decided to go back into her luxury hotel room to take a bath. The four children refused to leave until they saw their respective guardians. Charlie looked at the clock, which read 6:35 AM. He saw the pitch black starry sky slowly turning blue through a huge window as Smudge curled up on his lap, sound asleep. None of the children showed any signs of exhaustion with their traumatic experience and their guardians' conditions hanging over their heads. Augustus looked at his broken leg which was now wrapped in a white cast as he fiddled with one of his crutches.

"I wanna see my mom now." Mike mumbled, accidentally touching his newly stitched laceration on his face.

"I know, we all kinda want to see our parents too!" Violet impatiently replied as she rose from her spot and marched towards the receptionist.

"Hey! Can we see our parents now?! We've been waiting for too long!" she shouted at the bored receptionist.

"Visiting hours do not start until 8 AM and you know that," the receptionist robotically replied.

"I don't care! You have no idea the hell we just went through! Did you hear about it on the news? Anywhere?!" Violet hissed.

The receptionist sighed.

"Very well then. This will be the only exception based on the circumstances you all went through, Miss Beauregarde. You and the others can go see your guardians, all of them are reported in good condition as of now." she responded in a monotone voice.

The children cheered and happily walked deeper into the hospital, eager to finally see their guardians. A young nurse who was easily in her mid to late twenties led them into a long dark hallway. She suddenly paused and knocked on one of the doors.

"Sam? Someone's here to see you!" she politely told Mr. Beauregarde.

The nurse smiled at Violet and nodded to her.

Violet let out a huge smile and dashed into the small room.

"DAD!" she screamed in joy.

Charlie peeked in to see Mr. Beauregarde, who looked pale and lethargic. He weakly smiled at his daughter.

"Oh baby! Are you alright?" he cried, hugging her back.

"Yeah! Are you okay dad?" Violet responded.

Charlie smiled as he watched father and daughter tightly embracing each other, who were both crying with tears of joy.

He saw the nurse tap Augustus by the shoulder and she led him into his mother's room.

"Mama!" he cried as he nearly fell facedown on the floor, letting go of his crutches.

Mrs. Gloop let out a huge smile as she and her son happily talked to one another in German.

The nurse led Charlie and Mike to the next two rooms and knocked both doors. She gestured Mike into the room to their left. The tiny cowboy darted into his mother's small room.

"MOM! I'M OK!" he cried as Mrs. Teevee slowly looked up to see her son, who was covered in bruises and stitches.

"Mike! Thank goodness you're alright! What happened to your face?" she asked as mother and son tightly embraced each other.

The tiny cowboy did not notice the morning news softly playing on the aging TV in front of his mother's bed.

The nurse softly tapped Charlie on the shoulder and sweetly smiled at him.

"Your grandfather is ready to see you."

Charlie immediately ran into the small room where Grandpa Joe lay in his small bed. He looked up at his grandson and smiled.

"Charlie?" he groggily asked.

"Grandpa!" Charlie cried as he embraced Grandpa Joe.

"Oh Charlie! Thank heavens you're alright! I was worried sick about you! Your mother's going to be so thrilled!" Grandpa Joe cried as he hugged Charlie back. Like the Beauregardes, grandfather and grandson found themselves both joyfully crying.

"I was so worried about you too grandpa!" Charlie sniffled.

Grandpa Joe let out a hearty laugh.

"Ah Charlie, you don't need to worry about me, I'm perfectly fine now..."

Smudge meowed from below.

"Where did this little fellow came from and why do I smell chocolate?" Grandpa Joe asked, looking at the tiny cocoa cat.

"Oh, this is Smudge! He is one of Wonka's cocoa cats. Wonka made the cats smell like chocolate and have chocolate DNA in their blood. He was such a huge help when we escaped the factory! You can pet him, he's very friendly!" Charlie explained as he gently picked up a purring Smudge.

Grandpa Joe pet the chocolate-scented cat, who rubbed against his hand.

"He is a friendly little fellow and he does smell like chocolate indeed!" he remarked as his grandson tightly hugged him once more.

The blond boy did not have a single care in the world now that he was safe from Wonka and reunited with his beloved grandfather at last. The sky slowly grew lighter mixed with bright orange hues as the first sliver of the sun emerged, thus marking the beginning of a new, golden day.

Note, this is not the final chapter, the next one will be. So stay tuned! :)