Summery: For Charlie's 13th, Mr. Wonka takes him on his first trip to Loompaland; but they never make it. The Glass Elevator brakes leaving Charlie and Mr. Wonka alone in the coldness of a snowy desert; but they're adventure is only beginning.

A/T: Just please ignore possible spelling mistakes, Kay?

Chapter 3

"No need to swear Mr. Wonka, I'm sure we're not that far from civilization."

"Maybe if you stopped talking like my mum for a minute I could think."

Charlie retreated back to his little corner of the Glass Elevator as his mentor paced in the small area which he could.

"I was just saying is all." Charlie crossed his arms, snuggling back into his jacket; it had already been a few seconds and it seemed Mr. Wonka was suffering from cabin fever. But it didn't explain how he had spent most of his life inside. Now and again Mr. Wonka would stop to say something, then shook his head and continued to pace around again. The chocolatier finally stopped pacing and came to a sudden stop, sitting himself right next to Charlie.

"Mr. Wonka?" Charlie asked.

"Y-yeah?"

"How did you get to Loompaland last time?"

Mr. Wonka thought, he took his top hat off and scratched his head, then placed his hat back on his head; he bit his lip as the brim of the hat fitted right on a bump that sat right on the line of the hat.

"Well my dear boy, I guess it all started 17 years ago when I first opened my factory, well, you could say opened; for it was only just built then…."

His mentor's voice seemed to grow cold in Charlie's ears; his could only hear mumbling over a humming noise of which caught his attention more than anything. The black rim (or purple-ish if you think about it) around the young apprentice's right eye caught something in the distance, he quickly turned his head, smiling, and using Mr. Wonka's shoulder for a little better balance he squeezed through the crack; running off into the snow.

As if completely oblivious that Charlie was gone, the chocolatier continued on telling his tale of how he went to Loompaland and finding the Oompa Loompa's, he had told this story many times and the Bucket family were starting to bore of the same story over and over again but it had always been Grandma Georgina's fault, always asking "Who are they" and pointing to an Oompa Loompa who was hard at work trimming the edges of some of the plants near the Bucket house; and this would set Mr. Wonka off.

"….But I guess it'll be alright, Charlie, you and me, alone. I mean, it won't be all that bad…Charlie?" Mr. Wonka waited for an answer, or agreement from the young apprentice, but when he got nothing, he raised his head upright; his top hat falling over his eyes. Mr. Wonka had never been good in the art of 'Using The Great Glass Elevator' it was always bumping and crashing into the side of it, which started a hatred of anything made of glass, mainly windows. But it was the only good way of getting around the factory easily without walking; the boat couldn't take you everywhere.

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Charlie stopped, turning to check if the Glass Elevator was still in sight; it was. He could tell by his mentor's vibrant maroon coat that he'd taken off due to extremely hot weather that reflected off the glass.

Snow rubbed along his eyes and cheeks, he was sure he'd never seen snow like this before. He turned and continued to search for the thing he'd seen before, something started to sing in his head, California Dreamer. Mr. Wonka would sing the tune now and then to keep his mind off things, for if he was in the Inventing Room and ideas would pop inside his head; it wasn't the best song in the world, but at least it had some tune to it.

"I could have been dreaming." He told himself, stopping himself. Something told Charlie that he'd have to go back, but another side of him just wanted to go further. "A few more, then I'll go back."

Before he could make a proper first step, his foot trembled over and he fell face-first into the snow.

"Is it just me or am I starting to get a little more like Mr. Wonka every day?"

He took a long warm breath and raised himself up, pulling his feet back closer to him. He accidentally pulled his hands into the snow, which made it even harder to get up, but once he did, he saw something in the distance.

"Mr. Wonka!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, quickly turning backwards and running straight into the direction of the Glass Elevator.

You could tell this would be one of them 'run Forest run!' type moments. Running towards the Glass Elevator at full speed calling out his mentor's name, the chocolatier looked behind him, this little apprentice in the distance; as he could tell, running - or jogging. He staggered to his feet, almost slipping, waving his hands in the air telling him to stop.

Charlie skidded to a fast stop when he saw Mr. Wonka waving his hands about like a mad man, he quickly shrugged the chocolatier's usual silliness off and went on running; when he finally reached the Glass Elevator, his placed his cold hands on it and started knocking, trying to lead Mr. Wonka outside.

"Mr. W, c'mon." Charlie pleaded, that look to pure respect and innocence in his eyes.

"Don't call me Mr. W." Was all that chocolatier could say.

"Please?"

Mr. Wonka looked deep into Charlie's deep blue eyes, he could tell that the boy was serious, it was still his way of getting used to people, through it was only him and Charlie at the moment, he still was reluctant to do many other things with people, the chocolatier finally let out a hyperactive smile.

A sudden look of hope reached the the apprentice, a returned with a weak and hopeful smile; but it quickly vanished when Mr. Wonka dropped to his feet, it then turned into a frown.

"Mr. Wonka." Charlie drained on each syllable he said, like a young kid hoping his father would buy him that new bike he's always wanted, but now he couldn't get it, that was now possibly the misbehaved Mr. Wonka had ever seen Charlie and he wasn't one to disagree with much.

There was too much so some of the third chapter quotes I put on 'Enter Wonka's Factory' a going on the next chapter. This chapter is dedicated to all of the Wonka cadets at EWF, you gals rock!

I'm sure many of you a familiar with the movie 'Forest Gump' (yeah, "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know which one you're gonna get".) Ya know? Forest goes through the football field and the band is saying "Stop!" or something of that nature.