Disclaimer: I don't own this. I don't own this. I don't own this. I don't own this. I don't own this. I don't own this. I don't own this…You get the point.
In this story the family decided that they didn't want to live in the factory but that Charlie would visit them for dinner or whatever.( Mostly cause I don't want them in the factory. ) Book two won't happen here or at least I don't think…who knows. I might improvise, or they'll just go into space…
This story begins about two weeks after Charlie accepts WW's offer. So I suppose it will soon be Christmas! Since I'm going to pretend that the contest was in early December instead of February first. I didn't realize I had made that mistake until after I wrote most of this chapter.
Be cautious if you haven't seen the 2005 movie yet cause who knows what I'll write!
Chapter 2 Christmas Decorations and questions:
They silently walked down the hall and Mr. Wonka threw his overcoat and Golf hat to a couple of the awaiting hands. They entered the chocolate waterfall room and sat under the candy apple tree facing the chocolate waterfall.
Mr. Wonka reached up and grabbed an apple.
"Here have a candy apple! Please do, it's so red and so darn good looking!"
Charlie took the apple and took a bite out of it while Mr. Wonka grabbed an apple for himself.
After he finished Mr. Wonka took out his pocket watch.
"Well its six thirty seven, make sure you go to bed at nine today!"
"Why?"
"Don't you remember? Christmas is approaching! We have to decorate! It'll be our first Christmas together! I've never ever had a child here before so I want this to be the best celebration ever! I'm going to head to the Invention room for a little while! See you!"
"Do you need any help?"
"Nooooo! You can't come 'cause it's a surprise! You'll just have to wait! For now just think about thinking about sugar plums dancing!"
As Mr. Wonka walked away towards the elevator, he heard Mr. Wonka say "So little to do, so much time! Strike that! Reverse it!" and he could have sworn he heard him giggle.
So Charlie was left there pondering on so many questions.
Such as why did he have Mr. Wonka eyes? Did that mean Mr. Wonka was his real father? Wouldn't Mr. Wonka know if he was his real father? But that couldn't be could it? Mr. Wonka stopped coming out oft of the factory after it was closed, so there's was no way that he could be his father, right? Right?
Charlie sighed. This would have to wait until another time. He was getting a headache from all this.
He got up and pressed the button that would bring the elevator to the room and when it arrived in entered and closed the doors. He pulled out a green key that would take him to his the floor where rooms were and put it in the key hole and the elevator zoomed away. He had a whole hall with various rooms in it for himself but there was a door at the end of the hall that led to Mr. Wonka's hall, just in case he needed him. He had yet to use it but he liked to know that Mr. Wonka was close by just in case.
When the elevator stopped he went to the green door that had CB on it in silver letters and unlocked it with the same green key from before. He didn't bother locking it after him when he closed the door behind him, no doubt Mr. Wonka would want to enter in the morning to wake him. His room was green themed; everything in it was a various shade of green. Even the light bulb was green; a very light green of course. Since it was his favorite color he never got sick of it and he was sure Mr. Wonka's own room was all different shades of purple. He changed into his night clothes (green of course), jumped on his bed and burrowed under the covers. Before he went to sleep, there was no doubt in his mind; he was probably going to wake up at three in the morning.
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He woke up to darkness and looking at the glowing green letters of his green clock.
It was three o'clock just like he thought. He walked into his closet (I wish I had a walk in closet…) and decided that since they were Christmas decorating he would were his green and red sweater (Does he only have sweaters? Seriously the boy needs t-shirts!).
'Now what to do…' He thought, it was too early and he didn't want to disturb Mr. Wonka. He remembered Mr. Wonka saying something about a surprise and wondered if it was still in the inventing room. He could go there and if it happened to be there, and he happened to see what it was, it wasn't really his fault was it? But he didn't want to ruin it for Mr. Wonka so he decided to not chance it. He stepped out of his room, planning to just go to the chocolate waterfall room and Mr. Wonka could find him there, and started for the elevator.
"Good morning Charlie!" He heard Mr. Wonka exclaim right behind him and he jumped. "I knew you'd wake up early! Are you exited too!"
"Good morning to you to Mr. Wonka, I didn't think you'd be up this early. Yes I guess I'm excited."
"I always wake up real early near Christmas time! You guess you're excited?"
Charlie sighed. "I can't really be excited when I don't know who my real parents are…"
Mr. Wonka got his uneasy expression and started fidgeting with his cane.
"Eh he…"
"Sorry. Um Decorating?"
"Oh! Yes the decorating! Let's go see what the Oompa Loompa's have done so far in the Chocolate Waterfall room!"
They entered the elevator and Mr. Wonka pressed the appropriate button.
"They wake up early too?"
"Oompa Loompa's barely sleep! In fact the only time I've ever seen one sleep is when I was testing a new candy for Sweet dreams!" Mr. Wonka giggled a little bit. "You get sweet dreams, literally!"
The room was now only recognizable because of the waterfall when they entered. All the trees were now great big pine tree's decorated with gingerbread cookies, multicolored chocolate syrup filled candy bulbs, gold and silver candy floss wreath rapping's (Or whatever there called…), little candy ornaments and a great big candy angel holding a gold star on top. There was vanilla flavored snow all about covering the sugar grass, with more snow floating down from the ceiling, and 3 dimensional cookie reindeer, along with some other candy animals, randomly placed about. There were frozen icing icicles hanging on the ceiling and the frozen icing was also on the walls in swirl patterns and at some points it arched off the wall in a wave kind of way. Most of the original candy things were still there of course, but now there were also gingerbread houses and sugar plum trees. At the end of the bridge, which was also frosted, was a candy cane pole, which Charlie assumed referred to the North Pole. It had a clear ball on the top and once they got to it Mr. Wonka put his hand on it.
"Watch this!" He twisted the ball and the lights went out. Suddenly little lights in many different colors floated in the air illuminating the room.
"There candy fireflies! No need for Christmas lights! Do you like them! Do ya! Do ya!"
"There great, Mr. Wonka!"
"Oh I knew it! I knew you'd like them!"
"Is this the surprise?"
"Nope!"
It was at this point that most Oompa Loompa's started dancing around the biggest pine tree and started singing, while the others jiggled bells to make a catchy tune.
Christmas, Christmas
It's that time of year
For gift giving
It's a time for cheer
I know this year's been weary
The weather has been bleary
But on this day
You get your way
So let your troubles leave you here
Christmas, Christmas
It's that time of year
For gift giving
It's a time for cheer
So grab a glass of eggnog
Avoid that candy hedgehog
Take a seat
Get off your feet
And let you troubles leave you here
(Yes I did make up this song! I am a genius! I used the tune for that song A tricycle for two. The one you may have heard on that cartoon Rugrats. If you haven't ever heard it you can pretty much figure out the tune anyway from just reading it.)
Mr. Wonka stopped swaying and started clapping.
"Wasn't that just delightful!"
They walked over to where there were some fluffy polar bear fur covered chairs surrounding a table that held sweets and sat down.
"Wow! This place looks so different!"
"Yes the Ooompa Loompa's are very thorough workers!"
"Do they decorate this room at Christmas time every year?"
"Not like this! There was never really a reason to decorate this room but with you here there is! This will be the best Christmas ever! The Oompa Loompa's were so happy when I told them to decorate this room! They always been in tropical climate and this is the closest thing to Christmas they have ever had!"
"Were did they get all the ideas from?"
"Well the television room does have its uses. I think there was a Christmas special last night. Only twelve more day's till Christmas!"
Charlie thought about this and also the fact that he had yet to think of what he could get Mr. Wonka that he already couldn't get on his own. Truthfully there was no such thing.
Anything he could ever want he already had or could get right away. Charlie was stumped; he was also disappointed that he didn't/couldn't get anything for Mr. Wonka.
What was he going to do?
"Let's go to the inventing room Charlie and try to create something new!"
"Ok!"
They got into the elevator and headed off the inventing room, new ideas sprouting up in their minds on the way.
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Charlie was dreading dinner time the whole day. He didn't think he was ready to face his mother or father, not after finding out they weren't really his family, it was too scary a prospect now. But the time was fast approaching and any second now-
"Well that's enough for now, don't you think? This needs to sit for a couple of days and then we can add the Wizzle berry juice! We should leave now other wise we'll be late for dinner!"
"D-dinner? Now? But it's so early! I'm sure we can wait a few, er, day's!"
"It's Five forty, and by the time that we get there it will be six and that's dinner time. Don't you wanna go?"
"…ok…"
"If you don't wanna go just tell me, we can just stay here. It's not like we don't have food here and will starve otherwise."
"No we should go…"
"The Oompa Lompa chef's make a good clam chowder and it wouldn't take as long as you think!"
"No we can go."
"Or we can have a nice duck! Since it is after all Christmas time but we don't eat goose in this factory, yet we shouldn't tell the golden geese we had duck either, 'cause duck is a close relative to geese and they'd go all flippy if they knew!"
"Mr. Wonka?"
"Yeeess?"
"We can go."
"Where?"
"…To dinner?"
"Oh good! But you should try the clam chowder sometime! It's to die for!"
"Sure…"
They entered the elevator and Mr. Wonka pressed the button.
"So is the duck! It died for it!"
"Uh huh…"
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They arrived late since Mr. Wonka was spotted easier since he didn't bother with a disguise this time and they had to hide in an alley for five minutes until the crowd past by.
When they entered Charlie was immediately pulled into a hug by his dad.
"Oh Charlie! When your mother told me she told you and you ran, I was worried you wouldn't come! I'm glad you did!"
"Yeah, eh, can you let go now? I can't breath!"
Mr. Bucket let him go and they sat down at the table. It was quiet the first ten minutes of eating. No on really knew what to say. Even Grandma Georgina stayed quiet. You could tell all the silence was getting to Mr. Wonka since his gloves made that crunching sound whenever he nervously flexed his hands. Charlie decided he should spare Mr. Wonka the panic attack and ask what he had been wondering since he found out he was adopted.
"Did you know anyone that disappeared or died around the time that you found me?"
Every one the table seemed to take a collective sigh of relief that the tense silence was finally broken and Mr. Wonka stopped flexing is hands.
"I've been waiting for you to ask that. We believe that your mother was a woman by the name of Rachel Blackrose. She was the daughter of a local doctor, Victor Blackrose. Anyway she disappeared for almost ten months, they were several people looking for her, and no one ever found her until…"
"Until what?"
"Well, Victor Blackrose still hadn't given up looking for, apparently once in a while she was seen around town at some points, not longer then a few seconds really and from afar, so at that point no one knew if she was pregnant or not. So one day her friend Jasmine VanMerota was at the docks when…well…"
"They found her dead there?"
"Yes. An autopsy was performed that said she had died from blood loss, they figured she had gotten pregnant and the baby had died, but by then they couldn't really tell if she had had a baby or not because she was already so…dead…but the timing is right."
"Why didn't you ever tell Victor Blackrose?"
"He left as soon as they found her. Had her buried out in Pinewood. Her friend moved away after that too. There was no way to contact him."
"If you could have contacted him, would you have?"
"I very much doubt it. I can't have children of my own. You were our only chance at having a child."
"Well that just leaves the question of who's my biological father."
It seemed that everyone's gaze flickered to Mr. Wonka, who at this point was adjusting his gloves so they were more comfortable.
"Mr. Wonka," Mrs. Bucket began. "Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did, but you can ask another."
"What were you doing approximately twelve years and ten months ago?"
"It's a seeeeecreeeeet! Why?"
"Well…Charlie has your eyes…"
"And if you look hard enough, he kind of resembles you too. But he probably looks more like his biological mother." Said Mr. Bucket.
"What you think he's my brother? Ew! I don't want to think about what my father does in his spare time! Eeeeewwww!" Mr.Wonka said with a look of disgust. (Sorry had to add that in. LOL)
"No, we think you might be his biological father."
"It can't be though. I didn't leave the factory, let alone go into the town in those first years after I closed the factory to humans. At least I don't remember that, and I have a good memory, so I would remember that." Mr. Wonka looked at them and gasped. "You don't think I would just leave somebody with my hair do you?"
"Well, I figured you just didn't know."
"'Cause I wouldn't! If Charlie was my hair he would have been up at the factory all these years and he would probably know that place almost as well as me!" Mr. Wonka declared. "Right now he's not ready for certain rooms. First he has to understand the rules and way's of a Chocolateir and then maybe after….Oh you're tricky! I can't tell you that! Uh uh!"
"We don't think that Mr. Wonka, you're not the type."
"Good!"
"Well I guess I'll never know who my father is…" said Charlie sadly.
"Don't be sad Charlie!" Mr. Wonka said, sad that Charlie was sad. "You-"
"No! My son's right! He's does kind of look like you!" Said Grandpa George. "I think you should take a blood test!"
"Eh he…"
"You don't have to Mr. Wonka don't worry." Charlie said reassuringly.
"Shush Charlie!" said Grandpa George. "If there's a chance that he is your father then there should be a blood test."
"Now Pops…" Mr. Bucket said (like in the movie.)
"Don't be such a nancy Wonka! In my day we gave blood all the time for those who still had to stay out at war! Besides Charlie is going to do it! They need his blood as well as yours to find out if he's your son and if Charlie can do it so can you!"
"Who's Nancy?" asked Mr. Wonka. "Well if Charlie does it then I guess I can too…"
"Well if you're sure…" Said Charlie.
"…"
"Well we should go today. I will take a couple of day's to get the results so we should get it done as soon as possible."
"Eh, you mean, go to the hospital where…sick people are?"
"Um…yeah?"
"Uh Uh! I'm not going anywhere near that disease infested building!"
"It's a hospital! It's sterile!"
"That's just what they want you to think! Haven't you ever noticed that people get sicker in hospitals?"
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"Mommy, when are you going home?"
"I don't know sweetie…"
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"Most of the time that's just because they give up and whatever they have starts to spread, like with cancer."
"Listen to yourself. MOST of the time. What about the rest of the time? That's because of the hospitals!"
"Look maybe we don't have to go to the hospital. Isn't there like a clinic or something?"
"Yeah, but that's in the next town Charlie." Said Mr. Bucket.
"Well I guess a clinic is better then a hospital…If it's in the next town we'll just take the Wonkavator!"
Mr. Wonka pulled out a remote control and pressed some buttons.
"Come on Charlie! The Wonkavator should be here any second now!"
"I think Catherine and I should go to! You know, moral support." Said Mr. Bucket.
"I'll be fine dad!" Charlie said reassuringly.
"I meant for us. We need the moral support. The lord knows the fact that you found out almost caused me a panic attack. I don't think either of us can wait however long it will take you."
"Whatever." Said Mr. Wonka."
They got into the elevator when it landed outside of the shack, ignoring the town's people nearby, and took off.