Little Willy

By: Willy Wonka's Woman or Wonky

Author's Notes:

Tim Fortune: Did you really not know who it was! I thought everyone was going to know!

Yikes: Spell check, rule, right! I'll use it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fic or whatever. Damn! It's like a merry-go-round! That exactly what I said two chapters ago. And one chapter ago...

Chapter 3

A Big Little Problem

Lizzy turned around and gasped at who was before her. It was...a little boy who looked just like her father. (A/N: Imagine him as an adult Willy Wonka only, like, 7 years old.)

"D-dad?" Lizzy stuttered.

"I don't know who dad is but my name's Willy!" The little boy exclaimed with a giggle. He was wearing the same clothes, hat, and was carrying the same cane he was just about 5 times shorter than his adult self. Apparently his clothes shrunk with him.

"What happened to you!"

"Huh? Nothing! I'm fine!"

"But you're, like, seven!"

"HEY! I'm seven and a half!" Lizzy began panicking. She didn't know what to do.

"Charlie," she said to herself. "CHARLIE!" Dragging her miniaturized father behind her, Lizzy stepped into the glass elevator and was soon at the Buckets' home. She banged on the door a few times until Mr. Bucket answered.

"Lizzy? It's four o' clock in the morning," Mr. Bucket said groggily.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Bucket but I need to speak with Charlie."

"What is it Lizzy?" Charlie asked, coming to the door and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Lizzy turned around to show them Willy but he wasn't there.

"Oh no! Willy! Where are you!" Lizzy suddenly spotted him at the chocolate river, trying to get a taste of it. "NO!" She ran over and grabbed him before he could fall in. Willy struggled a bit but his eyes lit up when he saw the giant candy mushrooms. Lizzy let him go when she realized he didn't want the chocolate anymore. "William Wonka don't ever do that again! You of all people should know that the chocolate river should never be touched by human hands." Just as Lizzy finished scolding the young Willy, Charlie strolled out of the shack, dressed and awake.

"Lizzy, is that who I think it is?" Charlie asked, looking at the little boy who was eating everything in sight.

"Who do you think it is?"

"Willy?"

Lizzy then said, mocking a game show host, "Our survey says...'WILLY'!" Charlie chuckled and pulled Willy away from the candy.

"What do you think happened?"

"A Natural Disaster."

"Oh, yeah, that...what do we do?"

"Look after him and hope it wears off?" Charlie nodded and the two walked over to the little boy who was now reaching for a candy apple on a tree. "Dad-uh-Willy? Don't you want to do something else?"

"NO!" Willy yelled and kicked Lizzy in the shin.

"OW! Damn!" Lizzy croaked, falling to her knees. Charlie ended up having to chase Willy around the room. Once he was caught Charlie and Lizzy hopped into the elevator and pressed a few buttons. But to their dismay, so did Willy. Every button Willy could reach was pushed, and that was about 20 plus the 3 or 4 Charlie and Lizzy had pushed. After being jerked around for nearly 15 minutes, Charlie and Lizzy began to feel sick. "Ok, Willy! Stop it right now!"

"No, no, no!"

"If you don't stop pressing buttons you don't get dessert after dinner," Charlie said. Willy folded his arms and stuck out his bottom lip, pouting.

"How did you know that would make him stop Charlie?"

"I just know how little kids think."

"Oh...I don't."

"Nonsense! It's easy. You can practice on Willy." They stopped in the Invention Room and hopped out of the elevator. Willy immediately began messing with buttons and climbing on the machines.

"Willy, don't do that or-or-or you'll get no TV for a week." Lizzy scolded.

"AW! That's not fair." Willy whined, stopping what he was doing and pouting again. Charlie smiled and nodded at Lizzy's threat. The two teenagers walked over to the Natural Disaster machine and began tinkering with it. Cleaning it, tightening bolts, adding and removing parts. Then they tried to figure out what would reverse Willy's…problem.

"Well, what did it in the first place?" Lizzy asked.

"It was a mixture of cherry and I think…maybe blueberry. Then it exploded and purple smoke was everywhere. Willy must have inhaled it and passed out and then the reaction must have made him a kid," Charlie said.

"But why didn't it affect you too?"

"I don't know…" Lizzy sighed and went back to work on the machine, Charlie doing the same, both working in silence. Lizzy reached for the wrench but gasped when she felt someone grab her hand. She looked down and saw Charlie's hand holding hers. "Uh-oops…sorry. I'll just let you use it first."

"Eh heh…thanks." The two went back to work and in a couple hours had the machine working again. "That ought to do it!" Lizzy patted the machine and Charlie turned it on. Standing back as the machine kicked into gear, the teenagers stared at it in awe. "Now, we need to figure out the flavor combination that will get Willy back to his normal self." Lizzy looked back at Willy who was jumping around, obviously on a sugar craze. "Who gave you candy?"

"An Oompa Loompa…" Willy said shamefully. Lizzy rolled her eyes and took Willy's hand.

"Charlie, could you work on the candy while I watch Willy?"

"Sure. Have fun."

"Yeah right…"

"I want a piggy back ride! I want a piggy back ride! I WANT A PIGGY BACK RIDE!" yelled Willy as he tugged on Lizzy's hair.

"What did I ever do to disserve this?" Lizzy asked herself as she sighed and blew her black bangs out of her hazel eyes. "Ugh! Will you shut up!" She suddenly regretted saying this as Willy's eyes welled up with tears. "Oh no, please don't cry. I didn't mean to-," But it was too late. Willy plopped on the ground and began wailing. Lizzy only sighed again, trying to think when the torment would end. And that's how it started. For the next week Charlie worked on the candy and Lizzy watched her, now more than ever, childish father.

Lizzy's feelings towards this young Willy were about to change though. One night a large thunder storm hit. High winds blew, thunder rumbled, and lighting flashed. Lizzy was in bed when she heard a quiet knock on the door. She opened the door and looked down. There was Willy in an over sized T-shirt and pajama pants, holding a teddy bear on one arm and his pillow in the other.

"What is it Willy?" Lizzy mumbled sleepily.

"I can't sleep. The storm is scary."

"It can't hurt you Willy now go back to sleep." Before she could shut the door on him, he grabbed her by the leg and wouldn't let go. "Alright…I'll tell you a story." Willy smiled and hopped onto Lizzy's bed. "Once upon a time, there was a candy maker. His candy was so wonderful that everyone called him the Candyman. His chocolate bars were sold world wide but he wasn't happy. You see, this man's daughter didn't see the greatness in chocolate that he did. So he decided to make the best candy bar ever. With the help of his heir Char-uh-Chester they made the most delicious candy bar in the entire universe! When the chocolatier gave it to his daughter, she loved it. She felt like she could act like a kid again. And so-," Lizzy stopped as she heard steady breathing, signaling that Willy was asleep. Lizzy sighed and carried the boy to his room. When she turned to leave she ran into Charlie in the doorway. "Oh…uh-hello Charlie."

"I still haven't figured anything out yet…"

"Oh, well, better luck tomorrow." Lizzy tried to leave but Charlie stood in her way. "Good night Charlie," Lizzy said firmly but he stepped in her way. "What are you doing?" He didn't answer, he simply pulled her into his arms in a warm embrace "Charlie…" Lizzy pushed him away and walked away, leaving Charlie confused and hurt.

WOOT! Chapter 3! I'm really on a roll with this story! WEEEEEE! Well, R&R like usual and stuff. Heh heh!

After a while crocodile!