(And now, I assume most of you can guess how Charlie turned out, but incase you'd still like to see, then this is for you.)
It was almost fifteen minutes before Charlie finally arrived. When Willy spotted him, he was over joyed and called for him so he would see him across the street. "Over here m'boy!" he shouted. Charlied turned around and stared at him, eyes wide with shock. "Little help?" asked Willy, wriggling around pointlessly. Charlie came running and stared at him in shock.
"What are you doing up there?" he asked.
"Human basketball, what's it look like? Help me!" He managed to fit an arm through and extended his hand to Charlie, who took it. "Just pull hard, my dear boy!" Using all his strength, Charlie pulled as hard as he could, grunting slightly until at last... POP! Willy popped right out of it and came crashing none too gracefully to the ground. He seemed to do that a lot lately...
Groaning and rubbing his sore head, he slowly got to his feet. "Thanks," he muttered, and walked with Charlie back to the elevator.
"How did you get up there?" he asked.
"Oh, wait till we get to the factory, Charlie. It's such a long story." And so he did, and after a warm mug of hot cocoa and a serious ice pack, Willy retold the story to Charlie while sitting with him in the candy meadow. Charlie listened with wide eyes (occasionally needing to hide a laugh) and smiled when it was over.
"I don't believe it," he muttered. "All these years and they still haven't learned. Well, most of them anyway." Violet was really the only exception, but it was still a little disappointing to hear. "Are you going to press charges against Mike Teavee?"
"And do what? Call the police and report I was used as a human basketball by a ten foot tall stretchy smartmouth that's thinner than a piece of paper? No way."
"I guess that would be a hard one to explain," muttered Charlie. He sat back and took another long swig of cocoa while watching the fudgey river.
"You know Charlie, when I first saw all five children put together, I thought you all looked like brats. And one by one you proved you were, except for you. I guess we both got off rather lucky, I mean, look where they are now." Charlie had to laugh this time.
"Yeah. I'd rather live in a chocolate factory with four senile grandparents, my parents, and a half crazed candy man than be the owner of a plus plus size company." Willy laughed and held up his mug.
"Here here," he said, and they clacked them together, drinking down every last drop. As they both thought about it, even late that night, they both realized how lucky they both had been to have found each other.
THE END!