(A/N: Hehehe! I just got the CATCF soundtrack! Mwa! I heart it!)

Where was he? Not Venturing outside the factory for so long had given him the disadvantage of not knowing where anything was. He did know that he was at least a half hour away from the factory... but that was about it. And the dull thunder was beginning to announce that the rain was ready to fall again. This made things a little more frustrating, and he decided to find a phone and call for a ride home. The only store open was a gaming store across the street. He shrugged, not knowing where else to go, and went over to it, opening the door and stepping inside.

"Oh, sorry sir, but we're closing now," said a voice. He turned and saw a young man standing there behind the cash register.

"I'm sorry. Please, do you have a phone I can use? It's kind of an emergency."

"Sure," he said, and pushed the phone across the counter so it was closer to him. Willy noticed his hand was oddly thin, like paper almost, but he shrugged, deciding not to ask, and dialed the number. "You know, it's kinda dumb to be walking around in this kind of weather without an umbrella."

"Excuse me, but I'm stuck on this level," said a voice. There was a little boy across the room, playing a demo game, and struggling with the level he was on.

"Please! A retard could figure that out!" The man stood up (Willy hadn't known he was sitting before) and came to an alarming height of what had to be at least nine or ten feet! Willy stood there gaping, not expecting this at all, but then, he had seen a lot of strange things today. "Gimme that!" snapped the man, snatching the controller. "You kill this man first, otherwise he'll nail you, then you run to the gate, crack the code by dividing the gate number by its square root, and then you turn to kill to others while the gate is opening. It's amazing you even got to this level!" He did all this in thirty seconds, and handed the controller back to the boy. "Go home, get a brain, and then come back so you won't waste my time!"

Touchy, Willy thought, and finished dialing the number. There was ringing... ringing... ringing... a quack... "Oops," he muttered. "Another duck got caught on the phone line again... hehe." Ringing...

"Hello?"

"Charlie, is that you? Splendid! Listen, I need a ride home... Where am I? Uh... one moment." He placed his hand over the reciever and turned to the tall skinny man. "What's the address to this place?"

"21 Jumpstreet," came his answer in a very 'well duh!' tone.

"21 Jumpstreet. And please make haste." He hung up and knew it was only a matter of time before Charlie would show up. Let's see, he thought. So far I've run into three of them, one of them is on the way, that just leaves... "NO!" he said a little too loud, causing the tall skinny man to turn.

"What are you looking at?"

"You're... one of them!" he cried, pointing a finger at him and backing away.

"What?"

"The ticket winners who came and caused choas in my factory! You're Mike Teavee!" At this the man narrowed his eyes and his expression (if it was possible) became more unfriendly, almost worse than Veruca's.

"You're Willy Wonka! You're the idiot who did this to me!"

"Oh... yeah..." he muttered. I'm gonna die! his head was screaming. In a few minutes he would turn green, grow massive and scary muscels, growl, his clothes -except for the pants- would fall to shreds, and then he'd tear into him like a monkey in a cupcake! Oh, just thinking about it made him feel winded.

"Perhaps my new game might interest you," said Mike in a menacing voice. "I designed it myself! It's called Candy Man Hunter." He gestured to the screen where the little boy was playing, and Wonka watched in horror as random candy men appeared, running around while a man holding a gun shot them down.

"Prodnose!" he cried, watching the little cartoon character get destroyed rather grotesquely. "Grandma Sees!" A little old lady bit the dust. "Slugworth? Wait... I don't like him. GUN 'EM DOWN!" Then the screen turned to a rather ugly character with warts on his face, large buckteeth and a top hat. "Hey!" cried Willy. "I don't look like that!"

"The game's been selling millions world wide."

Willy gulped and turned. "Well... good fer you, then. I guess I'll get going..."

"Oh no you don't!" shouted Mike. He had been able to escape death from Veruca, but unfortunately he was no match for the long stretchy arms of Mike Teavee. In one swift motion he was snatched up from the floor by his collar and dragged outside. Screaming was pointless now, and he could only wait for death now. "You know what I did for the rest of the school year, Mr. Wonka?"

"Learned boring stuff?" he offered in a squeaky voice.

"I took up basketball! And guess what, I was the best slam dunker on the team!" He crossed the street, still carrying Willy, and marched over to the basketball court. When Willy saw this he yelped, knowing what was coming.

"I'm not one of your balls!" he cried. "I don't bounce very well..."

"No, but I'm not gonna bounce you." Before Willy knew what was happening, Mike flung him up in the air, holding him over his head. "He shoots!" shouted Mike, and threw Willy down into the hoop. "He scores!" Now, as many of you readers may have guessed, Willy was not the right size, and only ended up going halfway through the net, dangling upside down with a monster of a headache. Mike left him there like that and he sighed. Should have left him a midget.

(Do not fear, do not fret, it's not the end just yet)
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