Disclaimer: Not mine. But Wendy and Frankie are! Woo, I own something! Props to me! Oh, btw, the flattery quote in this chapter belongs to E. L. Konigsburg. I borrowed it from her book From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. So yeah, that quote's not mine either. Rats.

Chapter Two

As Wonka found himself being pulled through the factory by an excited Charlie, he was sucked into yet another flashback of his childhood years when he'd been forced to stay with his own aunt…Aunt Miriam…

Dr. Wonka was away at a dentist's convention, and of course, he did not want to bring his son along. So he phoned his older sister, Miriam, to see if she could watch him for a few days.

"Now Willy," began his father sternly, "you must behave as well for your aunt as you do for me. The usual rules apply, of course. No television, no sweets, and you must remember to do your schoolwork and floss. Have you got that, young man?"

The younger Willy nodded meekly. "Yes, sir."

The doorbell rang. "That will be her! Go get the door, Willy." His father gave him a little push towards the entryway. Willy opened the door and was greeted by a large, rather heavyset woman who looked to be about sixty. She was nearly the carbon copy of his father- short gray hair, glasses, a scowling expression; she even had a small moustache! Aunt Miriam stared down at Willy with a disdainful look.

"Kind of a shrimp, isn't he? Doesn't look like he'll come out to much, you mark my words, Wilbur," she said with a knowing look at the dentist. "What are you waiting for, child, an invitation? Carry my bags inside." Aunt Miriam swept in and settled herself on the couch and began rummaging about in her valise, apparently looking for something. Dr. Wonka looked down at his son.

"You be good for Aunt Miriam now, Willy. I'll see you on Monday." And with those parting words, the dentist grabbed his own bag and went out to the waiting taxi. Willy turned to his aunt, setting her bags down just inside the door.

"Don't just stand there, young man, we've got work to do!" She pulled several textbooks and workbooks out of her bag. "I doubt you learn much at that public school, hmm? Well, I'll soon remedy that! I'm a schoolteacher at Westwood Academy, you know, and we don't slouch on education there. Now sit down, I've got some grammar exercises you can work on."

Willy shuddered. He had done grammar exercises for hours…it was enough to drive a person insane just thinking about it. Hopefully, Charlie's aunt wouldn't be as bad, but one never knew…he took a quick look behind him. The rest of the Bucket clan was following, so no luck going back. Willy didn't particularly want to meet this Wendy person at all, no matter what she was like. It was his factory, after all! What business did she have, crashing a plane on his property? Yeah, he'd go out there and tell her to scram! Yeah…but then Charlie would be upset.

Well, he supposed, if all I have to do is meet this lady…not like I have to invite her in or anything. Just let her say hello to her family, and then send her packing. Yep, I can handle this! Feeling much better for his decision, he squared his shoulders and opened the back doors leading outside the factory.

The sight that met his eyes made him wince. A perfectionist by nature, he hated anything out of place or messy. This…spectacle was both. The nose of the plane was crumpled against the ground, tail end sticking up a great deal more than the front. Smoke was issuing out of the front, and there were bits and pieces of metal littering his usually pristine ground. He was still observing the damage when his ears were suddenly assaulted by a very loud scream.

"SARAH!" He looked in the direction that the scream came from, and saw, popping up from the cab of the airplane, the woman whom he could only assume was Charlie's aunt.

She was rather tall, although this could be attributed to the fact that she was now perched precariously on the left wing of the plane. When she hopped down, he noticed that she was about eye level with him. The second thing he noticed was her hair. It was dark brown and exceedingly curly. It was pulled back into a ponytail, and he got the impression that a lot of brown springs were exploding from the back of her head. Her nose was long, thin, and pointy, and looked distinctly like a beak. She had a very wide, smiling mouth, green eyes, and was very tan. While Willy didn't classify her as pretty, he couldn't deny that she was rather... interesting looking.

"Sarah, I've missed you so much! It's been ages! How have you been?" Willy winced again at her loud, high-pitched squeal and observed amusedly as Mrs. Bucket was swept into a gigantic bear hug.

"Nice…to see…you, too…Wendy," Mrs., Bucket gasped as Wendy stepped back and let her go.

"Sorry, dear. I'm just so happy to see you again!" Wendy turned away from her sister abruptly and knelt down to receive an exuberant Charlie's hug.

"Oh, my most favorite little nephew! I have missed you more than you can imagine, darling," she said emotionally, careful not to crush him this time in her excitement.

Willy, cleverly stepping back into the shadows, watched as Mr. Bucket's hand was shaken enthusiastically. He most definitely did not want to be on the receiving end of a hug from anyone, must less this loopy woman. Willy planned on doing everything he could to stay out of her way.

Unfortunately for Willy, however, Fate did not seem to agree. After Wendy had tearfully greeted her parents and the other two elder folk, she spotted him lurking in the background. Grinning rather insanely (in Willy's opinion), the woman walked over to him.

"Charlie, wherever did you find this treasure?" she said, taking in Wonka's…eccentric look. Willy gripped his cane tighter with both hands. He thought vaguely that he might need to use it to escape the she-beast's clutches.

"Aunt Wendy, that's Willy Wonka. You know, the man who made me his heir and is now letting us live in his factory?" said Charlie, desperately hoping that his aunt wouldn't do anything to scare Mr. Wonka off.

"Oh, of course it is! Really, it's an honor to meet you, sir," she said, hand outstretched to shake his. Wonka backed away slightly, an odd grin on his face. He gave a nervous laugh, and said the first thing that popped into his head, a habit that often got him odd looks and mutterings about men in white jackets.

"Welcome to the merry old land of Oz!"

Wendy chuckled, and her smile, which had faltered a bit when he didn't return the handshake, kicked up a few more notches. Willy thought he might go blind.

"Well then, thank you. If this is Oz, then you must be the Wizard. Only someone with magic in them can make such candy as yours, my dear." Wendy smiled as Wonka puffed his chest out, a smug look on his face. (Flattery is as important a machine as the lever, dear readers. Give it a proper place to rest and it can move the world. Wendy knew this, and used it to her advantage.). When Wonka heard Charlie snickering softly, he deflated a bit and sank back into the shadows, sulking, occasionally shooting Wendy a sour look.

Willy was exceptionally glad when Mrs. Bucket tapped Wendy on the shoulder, directing Wendy's attention away from himself. "Er, Wendy?" ventured Sarah. "Where are you going to be staying while you're in town? I know you sold your house when you had planned to go on your trip around the world, so I was wondering if you had given it any thought?"

A quick look at Wendy's face showed that she actually had not given this any thought at all. "Oh. Um. Good question, Sarah dear. I had originally planned on staying with you, then renting a room somewhere once I had gotten my bearings, but I don't suppose I can still do that now…" Willy was quite happy to hear that.

"No, no, of course you can't," he said to her in a sickeningly sweet voice. "But I'm sure you can find a hotel room somewhere, right? Good! Now, you'd better be off! Ta ta! Auf Wiedersehen!" He gave her a little push towards her wrecked plane.

"Oh, but Mr. Wonka, she can stay in the set of rooms next to mine! You know, Mr. Wonka, the Green Suite? I'm sure Aunt Wendy would appreciate it, and she wouldn't be any trouble at all." Charlie looked at Wonka with pleading eyes. Willy tried to strengthen his resolve, to tell Charlie "No." But his traitor of a mouth betrayed him, and Willy found himself saying, "Sure. Fine. Stay. Whatever."

Stupid mouth! Willy's brain thought. That's why I'M the brain, so I don't go making stupid decisions like that! But his mouth just grinned and stuck his tongue out at him. Luckily, no one noticed as Wendy and Charlie were celebrating.

"Thank you ever so much, Mr. Wonka! This is so much easier than having to find a hotel room this time of night!" Wendy beamed at him.

"Um, Wendy?" said Mr. Bucket. "It's three in the afternoon."

"So it is, so it is," she replied, look completely unperturbed. "My, but time does fly when you're having fun."

Willy hadn't seen anything unusual in this, having often lost track of time in the Inventing Room, but Jacob sent Sarah a look that clearly said, She's YOUR barmy sister, dear.

To which Sarah sent him a look back that read, Don't remind me, Jacob.

Looking around, Willy noted that at some point in all the confusion the grandparents had gone back inside, and thought that he should follow their example. He turned to go back in when he heard a very loud, very deep, "WOOF!" right behind him. Willy stopped. Slowly, he turned back around, and was greeted by a very large gray dog placing its paws on his shoulders and giving him a lick on the face. He closed his eyes and stepped back, causing the monster to jump down, then began to scrub his face with a handkerchief, shuddering.

"Dog germs. On my face. Beautiful coat…ruined," he muttered, quite horrified by the ordeal. "Ew." You can say that again, he thought. So he did, with gusto. "Ewww."

"Oh, Frankie!" Wendy grabbed the dog by the scruff of the neck and looked him in the eye. "I told you, we DON'T JUMP ON PEOPLE. Bad dog!" Frankie cowered and groveled at her feet, whimpering. "Down," she commanded, and he obediently lay down on the ground.

"A dog, Charlie! You didn't mention a dog!" Willy wailed, still trying to rid himself of every single germ.

"But I thought you liked dogs, Mr. Wonka," said Charlie. "I mean, you told me how you always wanted one, but your dad would never let you have one."

"Yeah, well, that's different," he said, pouting. "That thing attacked me!"

"Oh, he did not attack you, you big crybaby," said Wendy. "First off, Irish Wolfhounds are very sweet and even-tempered dogs. Frankie is normally well behaved. I expect that he was just excited at meeting new people. I promise you, he won't cause any trouble in you factory. Will you, Frankie?" She gave him a look, and Frankie licked her hand. "See? He'll be an angel," she simpered. "You sweet widdle puppy, Mummy wuves you. You is a good boy, isn't you? Isn't you?"

Willy was taken aback at being called a crybaby, and rather disgusted at the way this lady talked to her dog, but was more concerned with decontaminating himself, and getting one of his Oompa Loompas to clean his beautiful plum coat. He beckoned for Charlie to come over, then whispered in his ear.

"Charlie, I suppose I have to let her stay, but that doesn't mean I have to show her the factory or anything. Take her to her room, if you must, but don't let her near any of my machines, candy-making rooms, or anything else that she or that…thing could mess up, " Satisfied at making sure she couldn't do any harm in the factory, he went back inside. Charlie led Wendy and Frankie to their new home, chattering on about how wonderful it was living in the factory, and how neat it was that she was going to be staying there, too.

Sarah sighed. "Come on then, Jacob. Grab her bags. We might as well make her feel at home." She started after the three. Jacob ran after her, a large suitcase in each hand.

"Well, dear," he said, trying to lighten the mood, "at least it will be interesting. And you're always talking about how Willy needs to socialize with people more…" He trailed off at the look on his wife's face. He sighed, got a tighter hold on the suitcases, and marched on in stony silence.

A/N: I had some trouble writing this chapter, so I'm not sure if it came out very well. Meh. I'm having lots of fun writing it. Please review, guys! They brighten up my day! Also, tell me if you think Wendy is too much of a Mary Sue. I highly doubt it, but what do I know. If you have any suggestions, feel free to tell me! Mad props to my reviewers.  You all get a hug from Willy!

"Hey, I never agreed to that!"

Mwaha! I am the authoress, and you shall do as I say, slave!

Um, sorry. Got a bit carried away there…anywho, onto the reviews!

Willy Wonka's Sweet Sugar Babe: Thanks so much! Lol, nope. He's not. I thought about making him be one after your review, but I don't know what a whangdoodle looks like, and I think the Oompa Loompas would freak.

Wicked Seraphina: Thanks! I'm glad you think so. I didn't plan on him liking her much at first…whoops! I think I gave too much away. Oh well, w/e. Lol, you are right. She will turn out to be rather loopy, and I loved that word so much, I used it in here! 

R. Joy Helvie: Yeah, I was spazzing about that. I even emailed another author in case they knew! But they had just made up the names too, so I thought, what the hell. Thanks, I hope you liked this chapter as much as the beginning!

Super Lizard: Sorry if you think she's a Mary Sue, but thanks for the grammar comment. That means a lot to me.

Chapter 3: I have no idea yet! Dun dun duuuun! Actually, I have a vague idea, but the details will come in time, I hope. Urk.

OH! Anyone who wants to know what any Irish Wolfhound looks like, go to this site (w/o the spaces):

http // www . Puppydogweb . Com / caninebreeds / irishwlfhnd . htm