What the Chocolate!

By: Willy Wonka's Woman or Wonky

Author's Note: I'm back with this humor filled one shot. Well, at least I hope it's humor filled…aw well! On with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this fic.

Charlie hummed as he walked down the long hallway that led to his boss's room. His father had sent Charlie to find his mother who had been helping Mr. Wonka for a while. As Charlie approached the room of the amazing chocolatier, he heard low voices coming from inside.

"I'm sorry Mr. Wonka but my husband is expecting me-,"

"Can't you forget him for just a second? I need you to do this one little thing for me." Charlie raised an eyebrow, curious as to what Mr. Wonka wanted his mother to do.

"I really have to go-,"

"Oh, please Mrs. Bucket. I enjoy your company very much. I can really talk to you."

"Mr. Wonka please!" There was a sound of fabric being ripped and the crash of something falling to the floor. "Mr. Wonka my shirt ripped."

"Oh, I am sorry. I'll have an Oompa Loompa fix it later. Just help me right now." There was some rustling and then a gasp.

"Mr. Wonka! It's so big! Will it fit?"

"With a little forcing? Yes. And please, call me Willy." There were a few slamming noises and then a slight yelp.

"Willy! I'm bleeding can we stop?"

"Not yet! It's almost in just a little more!" Charlie's eyes widened as he heard what was going on. He decided to listen a little longer, trying to deny what he was hearing.

"Willy, I really think we should stop-,"

"Nonsense! We're doing wonderful! It fits perfectly. See?"

"But Mr. Wonka, it's starting to hurt."

"Oh, it can't be that bad! Let me take a look." There were a few seconds of silence and then, "It's not that bad. Just wipe it off and let's get back ot work."

"Well...I guess so...but I really feel bad."

"Why?"

"Well, I was supposed to do something with my husband today."

"He'll understand..." There was a sigh that sounded somewhat contented. Charlie's face twisted into a look of pure horror. His mother was...enjoying this!

"Mrs. Bucket, don't struggle. I'll take it out and then maybe if I jam it back in quickly-,"

"No, no, no! Never force it! That'll only make it worse!"

"Well-,"

Charlie had had enough. He threw the door open with his eyes shut and yelled, "Ok, Mr. Wonka! Step away from my mother! She's married you know!"

"Charlie Andrew Bucket! What's gotten into you!" Charlie opened his eyes to see his mother holding a small cut on her arm that was bleeding and to see Willy pushing a box securely into his closet.

"I thought that…you and him were…sorry!" Charlie stuttered in embarrassment and then turned and ran down the hall. Willy and Mrs. Bucket simply looked at each other and shrugged.

"Now, let's get that cut cleaned up. Who knew a little corner of a box could make a cut bleed so badly!" Willy said cheerfully as he led Mrs. Bucket to the bathroom.

"Yes…I wonder what's gotten into Charlie though. I think he thought we were doing something wrong."

"Oh, well, you know kids."

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Until next time!