Sorry that my chapters are a bit short... Don't worry, they'll get much longer. )

Disclaimer: Willy Wonka/ Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (c) Their respective owners

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The Bucket's Vacation…So…Bored…

Willy Wonka sat on a chair, staring out a window on one of the tallest floors of his factory. His top hat was lying on his knee and his fingers drummed the roof of it in a rhythmic pattern. It was the only noise in the room and his hand was resting his chin, about to die of this slow, miserable death of one of the most common killers in the known world.

Boredom.

"…Sometimes…," His voice was muffled from his thin, white glove, "…I really…really don't like being the owner of this factory…. It's like a prison here…" He tapped his fingers faster, annoyed.

With one great, shouting sigh, he slouched over, putting his hands down to dangle hopelessly in the air and his head bent down, "It's not fair…!" he sighed, "I can't go anywhere… I'm trapped like a rat here!" Willy brought himself up, straightening his position and spinning his top hat with one finger, "Charlie's a lucky boy… He and his family can go on vacations! However, I must stay here and watch my beloved factory… It's such a burden sometimes…"

Oh, of course. Charlie Bucket and his large family: his mother, his father and his four grandparents, they can come and go as they please! Since they lived here.

It was almost four years since Charlie won his Golden Ticket and Mr. Wonka had somewhat enjoyed it at first, then soon began to thoroughly sink in until he was no longer so tense and antisocial. He has been teaching (and still continues to do so) Charlie everything he knows about chocolate, the recipes, and pretty much everything he knows—which is quite a bit, mind you—cramming the young boy with hundreds of ingredients to the 'Never Melting Ice Cream', 'Chewing Gun That Never Looses It Flavor', and, of course the most troublesome, 'Three-Course Dinner Gum'. Mr. Wonka is going to drop that project one of these days! Too many flaws with that candy, He thought with a scowl.

Willy slowly rolled his shoulders back, allowing his arms to sag to the side of him and his neck to rest oddly on the back of the chair and his cinnamon-hair flowing down. He put his top hat on his face with a groan, "Bored….," He mumbled, folding his arms, re-thinking the events:

Charlie and his family had decided to take a four-month-long vacation to someplace called The Caribbean. He said it was much warmer there this time of the year and it would be a nice trip… Wide, open beaches. Friendly people and great food… Then again……, Willy thought, How in the heck did his grandparents got out of bed! I mean…Doesn't 'bedridden' mean, you don't get out? At all? This only made him more and more upset, tapping his foot on the ground. He was right back where he started.

Alone.

But this time, he really didn't like it! Not one bit, he didn't! Besides the Oompa Loompa's, he was the only one and seeing the same people over and over again can get to someone. Willy wondered why Charlie even left—oh that's right! His parents thought he was working a tad too hard and he needed a break like what you get at school these days. But true be true, Willy did admit he was pushing Charlie a bit too hard, but this is a Chocolate Factory for crying out loud! What is there not to do? Hundreds of doors, an elevator that can take you anywhere, an entire room made of candy! Not only that, Willy Wonka needed some new ideas.

'It'll be good for you, Mr. Wonka,' Charlie had said, 'I think you might need a break as well, don't you think?'

"Ha-ha…," Willy sarcastically laughed under his hat, "I'd like to but OOOH Nooo….," He said rather annoyingly, "I have to stay here. I'm my beloved factory. Alone." He shifted his hat on top of his head, jerked his chin down to his chest and looked very grumpy indeed, now slumping in his seat and crossing his legs over one another, his eyes barely visible under the rim of his hat. Willy jerked his jaw back and forth, jumping a foot from side to side, "…Bored… I hate… Being… Bored…" He growled with sealed teeth. It would be nice to even talk to someone! Well… Without the use of wild hand gestures or strange noises to communicate with anyway…. He sat up on his chair with a groan and resumed his original position, staring out the window. But then, he noticed something…

The sky started to get grayer… Clouds were forming… And steam was clinging to the window from his breath. Willy looked at the sky and saw little, teeny tiny balls of cotton slowly and delicately falling from their nests that were the clouds…

It was snowing!

"Hmm…," Willy said thoughtfully, watching the cotton-balls fall down one by one as they quickly grew in numbers, "Great. Now I'll be bored and cold." He complained.

The Chocolatier gently rested his head on the window, staring down at the ground and watching the grey, stony road slowly began to be covered in a frosty layer of cold ice. Willy thought he himself was being covered in the cold blanket, considering he wasn't moving much. He also watched his breath instantly become steam when it touched the window. With this, Willy started to amuse himself by puffing on the window, creating his own little canvas, and drawing little pictures with his finger.

"This isn't so bad…," he said, drawing the shape of a cheery on the steam, "…at least I'm not… That bored." Willy Wonka then frowned deeply, "But I'm still a bit lonesome…" He sighed, drawing the shape of a ice cream cone, "…I really need art lessons…"

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