If there was something about Charlie that helped him win the special prize during the tour of Wonka's factory, directly or indirectly, it would have been the fact that he was the only one of the five Golden Ticket winners who did not piss off, annoy or disgust the amazing chocolatier conducting the tour. But, to be honest, Charlie grew to suspect the reason why he and Wonka were able to get along was not because he knew his place, kept quiet and never contributed anything to the greater mission of the factory, but because he never criticized Wonka's eccentricities like the other kids and their parents did during the tour. Now, while this was mostly attributed to Charlie being raised to have good manners and it would be inappropriate of him to interfere with someone else's harmless choices, there was a part of him that came to suspect that he might have had much more in common with the reclusive candymaker than even he would like to admit. Not just was Charlie too much of a goodie-goodie to make friends in school, his fascination with the behemoth factory in his neighborhood went a little too far, even with those kids who never forgot to stop by a corner store on their way home from school in order to buy one of Willy Wonka's internationally acclaimed candies. The Good Boy did have an odd way of expressing himself and combined with his awkward personality it formed the perfect storm, creating a social outcast, someone excluded from many of the activities his peers engaged in during their time off. However, it also created the perfect candidate for the person who would eventually become Willy Wonka's apprentice, because if the amazing chocolatier chose Charlie, then he would have someone at his side who he could spend every day with without him judging him for his unorthodox approach to all facets of life because he too knew what it was like to feel misunderstood.

Now, Willy Wonka had always been an odd yet creative fellow, but even he needed help sometimes, and that was something his heir had discovered the hard way. As Charlie recanted the moment when his teenage-self got into Wonka's personal belongings, he revealed everything he knew to Veruca, admitting, "It turns out the candies in that tin box are made from the sap of the bong-bong tree, the kind of trees the Oompa Loompas used to build their homes on top of back in Loompaland, and...um...it turns out that sap has a special property. The thing is, that sap helps open your mind and unleash your imagination, it makes you see and hear things. Later on, Mr. Wonka told me he takes some whenever he has creative block."

The thought of Good Boy Charlie tripping balls on hallucinogenic candies put a smile on Veruca's weary face, what was even funnier was that the heir used to be the kid who would get all neurotic at the sight of classmates smoking god-knows-what behind a school building and then proceed to lecture them about their choices and rat them out to a teacher, despite knowing full-well the perpetrators would beat him up the next day and throw him into a trash can. However, this revelation also served as more ammunition in her crusade against Willy Wonka, for only a terrible person would leave drugs out in the open where a kid could reach them, and she voiced that frustration, saying, "I guess it makes sense he would have that stuff lying around, how else would he have come up with everything in that factory of his? It would explain why he acted so weird when we met him. For all we know, he popped down some of those sweets before giving us the tour."

While he'd never thought about that being a possibility, and despite knowing full well Wonka was an oddball every waking second, Charlie could not dismiss the idea that the master chocolatier had taken a bong-bong sap candy before the tour all those years ago as a rumor based in no truth. All he could attest to was his own experience with the hallucinogenic candy, which he recanted to Veruca in a similar fashion to how she told him about her experience at the Miss Universe pageant. What happened initially after was that Charlie noticed the candy had no distinct flavor, but he'd prefer to focus his attention on sucking it down to the core than continue reading a report on their current business model with respect to their chain of distribution into Iran. It took him about twenty minutes to finish the candy, but it only took a few more minutes after that for the effects to kick in. At first, all Charlie felt was peace, he sat in his chair with only his thoughts of this wonderous chocolate factory he found himself in keeping him company. His mind then switched to Wonka, and his parents, and his grandparents, all of the people he was closest to, his family. Charlie felt all warm inside and extremely at ease, basking in the glory of being surrounded by those he loved in a place straight out of the most imaginative child's imagination and he didn't want it to end; that was, until he began to hear what sounded like a girl whimpering.

Charlie looked around the room by poking his head around, thus extenuating his chin which had begun to descend and protrude out now that he was knee deep in puberty, and found nothing that could be causing the sound. He got up and started looking under both desks, behind every file cabinet and shelf, and everywhere in between as he tried to find the source of this disturbing sound, but he had no luck, and even worse, the screams got louder and more pronounced as time passed. With his greasy hands on the glass that encased the office, Charlie looked out and watched how every other moving part inside the factory went on with their regular day as the boy thought his mind was about to explode. With his pupils noticeably dilated, Charlie noticed a lot easier how his sweat drenched his bowl cut brown hair and ran down his forehead while he weaved his fingers through the hair on the side of his head as he placed his hands over his ears in hopes of blocking the sound's entrance into his body, but it was no use, the girl's screams only got clearer, and so did the dialogue that accompanied it.

"Doctor, she's resisting violently," a man's voice called out, taking deep breaths as if he was exerting all of the force he had.

That was when a young woman's voice, a confident and almost familiar-sounding voice, came in, and ordered, "Strap all of her limbs down, now!"

"Let go of mehhh!" Another familiar female voice, only this time of a younger girl with a rather nasal quality to it who Charlie heard whimpering and crying out before, blurted out, slurring her words.

All of a sudden the voices Charlie was listening to changed, now he listened to what sounded like a middle-aged woman, saying, "So, you finally sent her to Shock Therapy? Not that she doesn't deserve it..."

"She's not stable enough to be on out and about," responded the voice of a man in a gentile tone and sounding significantly older than the previous woman.

The voices then switched back to the girl, who panicked and screamed, "Don't put that thing on me! Get it away from me!"

Charlie could sense the girl's frustration and fear, but even stranger was that he began to feel something press on his head. It was almost as if a headband made of metal rung around his head and clamped down at the level of his temple. With the pressure only growing on his head, the voice switched over to the elderly man again, who now claimed, "She needs to be recalibrated."

The heir then heard what sounded like an electrical current zapping followed by sharp pains on and around the area of his head where he felt the invisible metal band tightening. The pain felt like having a thousand knives being stabbed into the side of your head, it was so debilitating that Charlie began to squat and frustratingly pulled on the hair on the side of his head in hopes he could remove whatever was causing him so much pain. It turned out there was nothing Charlie could do to stop the pain, he had to squat there and take it as the elderly man's voice returned to his ears, and proclaimed in the most egomaniacal tone he'd ever heard, "...for the survival and propagation of my family!"

The zapping sound eventually stopped and the pain that accompanied it soon resided, and at this point, Charlie was pleading to pass out so he would no longer have to live with this pain. As he began to stand up, he was in complete alignment with the girl he heard cry out who was being put through so much pain, and agreed completely with the sentiment she cried out, "Why, Daddy?! What did I do to deserve this?!"

While Charlie thought the world was unraveling at the seams that very moment, everyone else at the factory was going on with their day as if nothing strange was happening. One such person was Charlie's mentor and the founder of the great factory he lived in, Willy Wonka, who had just gotten back from visiting one of the other rooms, and pronounced ever so cheerfully as he stepped back into the office, "My dear boy, I'm back. Turns out you can use Hornswogglers saliva as an industrial degreaser. Hehe, gross."

The smile on Wonka's face soon turned to one of confusion as his heir didn't immediately jump up and down to get him to explain yet another groundbreaking discovery he made, instead the amazing chocolatier watched as The Lucky Boy stood frozen and stared out into the factory, leading him to ask in a concerned tone, "Charlie, are you okay?"

Charlie didn't respond to Wonka's question; all he could do was start twitching his curled-up hands he let hang off his sides and continue staring out the glass. Wonka was beyond worried now for his heir, he didn't know what was going on, until he looked over at his desk and realized he had left a collection of personal items out in the open. Guilt came over Wonka after he started to connect the dots, but to receive confirmation about his hypothesis, he leaned over and asked Charlie, "Did you eat one of the candies from the box on my desk?"

The heir did turn around after hearing Wonka's voice, but not to respond to the amazing chocolatier's question, instead he informed him of what it was he was hearing, whispering, "Mr. Wonka, listen, the girl, she's suffering. We have to help her."

"We have to help her!" Charlie screamed as he ran with full force towards the door leading out of the office in hopes of finding the screaming girl in another room of the factory.

Without hesitation, Wonka threw himself onto Charlie and tackled him to the ground, for his own safety he couldn't let him leave the office and start wandering around the factory. As his heir twitched and tried to wiggle his way out of his mentor's grasp, Wonka began moving Charlie closer to his desk where his hand could reach the top and press a button on his desk phone, and then started screaming frantically, "Please, send help! I need a doctor up here immediately! There's a case of bong-bong sap poisoning in my office!"

It took a few minutes for two Oompa Loompas, a doctor named Perry and a nurse named Kelly, to get to the office where they found their boss struggling to keep the winner of the special prize under control. The only thing they could do was inject Charlie with tranquilizers and knock him out until the hallucinogenic ran its course, plus, they would need to keep him in the office and away from others since Wonka wanted nobody else to know about this. If Charlie's parents discovered Wonka had drugs lying around the office where a curious teen could get his hands on them, they would undoubtedly pack up their belongings and leave the factory at once, and take his heir along with them, leaving Wonka with nothing.