A/N: Yay! I'm starting the sequel! (You'd probably better read the first one, "The Man Who Got Everything He Wanted", first). Now, bare with me. I'm introducing lots of new characters, and it's a little complicated. Thanks!

Disclaimer: (maniacal laugh) HA HA HA! It's mine! All mine! (lawyer whispers in ear) Oh. Yeah. Willy Wonka and Charlie is not mine. And I did not invent the question mark.

"Uh, Mr. Wonka? Mr. Wonka?"

He looked up at Charlie, now fifteen years old. "Yes?"

"It's time for you to teach me more abou the factory," he said, eagerly.

"Oh," he said. He got up from the table, and began walking along with him.

It had been a few years since he had given the factory to Charlie, and he barely did anything except teach him how to manage it and give the biweekly tours around the building. He had plenty of time to let his mind wander.

"Sir, can I ask you something?" Charlie asked.

He smiled gently at him. "You can ask me anything."

The boy sighed. "You just - you just seem kind of depressed and moody sometimes. One moment, your jumping around and singing, and the other, your silent and have this forlorn look on your face. What do you think about all the time?"

Willy thought about Tawny often. But even more often, he thought about his daughter. He wondered what kind of young woman she had become, what she looked like, and if she was anything like Tawny or him. He thought about what she was doing, where she was, and if she was happy.

"Did - did I ever tell you about Tawny? And Wednesday?"

Charlie shook his head.

He sighed, and began to tell him.

Currently, seventeen year old Wednesday was sitting in the principal's office, covered in paint, eggs, and dirt.

She glanced at her thoroughly freaked out best friend, Stanley. She sighed. "You have to admit it was *really* fun."

He scowled at her. "Oh, shut up."

Wednesday's mother, Lindsay, burst in. Her long hair, red as fire, was held up with two chopsticks. She was wearing a long flowing dress and flip- flops.

She immediatly hugged her daughter, not caring if she ruined her clothes. "Oh, are you alright, baby? Has that fascist principal done anything to you yet? Because your uncle is a great lawyer-"

"No!" she burst. She chuckled, nervously, "I'm fine."

She knew no matter what she did, she would never get into trouble with her mother. She believed that there was nothing that was wrong or right, and everything her little baby did was marvelous.

Well, she wasn't actually her baby. She had been raised knowing that her single mother had adopted her. Sometimes she actually felt sorry for kids who weren't like Stanley, because his parents were rich British socilaites and never thought there son was good enough for there standards.

And they despised Wednesday. She always convinced him to do things he wouldn't do in his right mind, not to mention she kept him from cutting his shoulder length light brown hair because she said it was "cute."

*Speaking of his parents,* Wednesday thought as they burst in, both sporting three piece business outfits.

"I can't believe you!" his mother screeched in a British accent the same as Stanley's. She turned to Wednesday. "And you . . . you terrible little bitch! I'm going to-"

"Wednesday Mars, Stanley Turner," the secretary said. "The principal will see you now."

"This is an outrage," Mr. Collins began. "This 'terrorism'-"

"A prank," Wednesday interrupted. "A prank."

"Whatever!" he exclaimed. "It is still a terrible thing. Miss Mars, we would have expelled you already if your uncle didn't pay so much for you to attend this school. But I've had enough. You're out."

Wednesday tried not to seem outwardly upset. But she was. It meant she wouldn't be able to see Stanley as much. And it got worse.

Mr. Collins turned to the boy and his parents. "I know that you were only accomplice, so you get detention for the rest of the year-"

"Hey!" Lindsay burst. "That is sexism! That boy is as much responsible for this so-called *crime* as he is!"

Wednesday rolled her eyes. The next thing she knew, her mother would be standing on the desk and making a big speech about inequality in America.

"Okay, okay," Mr. Collins said. "I'll expell him."

"What?!" his parents' burst.

The principal groaned. "Alright, if he stops dating her, he can continue attending this school."

"What do you mean, dating?" Wednesday exclaimed.

Stanley blushed deeply as his mother ranted. "All he ever talks about is you! Wednesday this, and Wednesday that, and, Oh! She is so pretty and smart and-"

"I think that's enough mother," he interjected.

His father grabbed him by the collar. "You don't disrespect your mother like that! You will never see this girl again, alright?"

There was a silence as everyone waited for his answer. Wednesday's eyes bored into him.

He sighed, and looked down at his hands. "Fine."

She jumped out of her seat and ran out of the room, tears in her eyes.

When they got home, she ran to her room and bawled. Stanley was her best friend, her only person in the entire world. How could he do this to her?

She heard a knocking on her window. She spun around, to see Stanley standing there with some wilting dandy lions in his hands.

She beamed. She quickly replaced it with a scowl. She had to punish him first.

She opened the window. "I don't want to talk to you anymore!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you doing now?"

She started to close the window.

"No!" he exclaimed. "Please forgive me. I've been a stupid bugger."

She faked an aggravated sigh. "Are you really, really sorry?"

"Yes," he said sincerely.

She finally smiled. "Alright, I forgive you." She slipped out the window.

He helped her out, hands on her hips. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Let's go to the chocolate factory," she said. "Oh, and you can take your hands off my hips, now."

They flew off. "Sorry."