Author's Note: Firstly, huge, huge, HUGE thanks to The Weaving Wheel for ideas for this chapter! I was totally and utterly, one hundred per cent stuck, and I'll be in your debt forever for allowing me to complete it!
Secondly, er…actually I don't have a second point. So just…enjoy! Thanks to all who reviewed!

Every day he woke up praying that it was all a nightmare. Just a mistake. He couldn't have won that tour and inherited a chocolate factory. A chocolate factory! Of all things! Yet, here he was, same as every other day, leafing through page after page of accounts, calculating expenditure and profit.
"How's it goin' there, Mike?" Wonka asked. He seemed to have relaxed into the new system a lot more readily than Mike had.
"Not good, Wonka." (Mike still wasn't on first-name terms) "For some reason you've spent over twenty thousand dollars on caramel, whilst only getting a third of that money back on selling it."
"Yeah, but I just get so darn addicted to that stuff!"
Mike sighed, "But it's losing us precious money! You'll be bankrupt within the next eight months if you carry on like this!"
"Well, what do you propose?"
"A new invention," Mike said immediately, "Something totally innovative and fresh. Something everyone wants at a high price, that we can make at a low price."
Wonka thought hard for a moment, then snapped his fingers, "By golly, I've got it! Chewy Strawberry Fudgetastic Fingers!"
"No!" Mike snapped, "No candy."
"Mike, if you hadn't noticed," Wonka said slowly, "I'm a candy-maker."
Mike got up from the desk he had been sitting at for nine hours and paced around, partly to stretch his legs, but mainly so he could think properly, "I think we need something very different. Everybody knows you make candy, which is why it's becoming less and less of a boom every time you bring out a new kind. You should consider lending a part of this factory to making something completely different."
"Like what?" Wonka sounded intrigued.
"Well, I haven't thought it all the way through," Mike lied, "But maybe, I don't know, something like…video games?"
Wonka eyed Mike suspiciously but let him continue.
"Just think about it," Mike explained hurriedly, "We could start rumours about a new Wonka brand. People start to wonder if you've come up with another flavour, or another topping, or another candy bar. That's how it always is. Keep it a total secret until the last second when we reveal that it's not candy at all, but a video game!"
"Sounds good," Wonka said, but he sounded solemn and unenthusiastic, "I'll put it on my 'to do' list."
"Hey, if you wanna get out of this mess," Mike said, waving the account papers at him, "We've gotta get right on this project."
Wonka sighed, "But…candy is my life!"
"Well it's not mine, I can assure you," Mike muttered, "Let's get going on this."
At that moment, Mr. Teavee walked through the door, "Mike, your mother and I were wondering if you wanted to go see a movie tonight," he saw Wonka look hopeful and hastily added, "Just the three of us."
Since moving to the factory, Mike and his parents had become much closer through their mutual hatred of Wonka (Mrs. Teavee constantly tried to take a liking to him, but constantly failed). Now they spent a lot more time together, away from the factory whenever possible.
"Sorry, Dad," Mike replied, "We've got a lot of work to do if we want to keep this business afloat."
"Okay," Mr. Teavee said, "Maybe another night."
Mike nodded and Mr. Teavee left.

"You know, you should really go out with your family once in a while," Wonka said brightly, "It'd do you some good."
Mike's breathing rate increased drastically and he gave a cold glare to the deranged chocolatier, "Maybe I would," he said angrily, through gritted teeth, "If I could."
Wonka mouthed wordlessly before hesitantly saying, "So, a video game, huh?"
"Yes," said Mike dully breathing deeply to calm himself down.
"Got any ideas?"
Mike eyed the folders full of plans on his desk that he did not want Wonka to see, "One or two."
"Well, you know what, I think I'm just gonna leave it all to you," Wonka said with a quiver in his voice, "It's more your area anyway."
"What?" Mike exclaimed, in mock anger, "And make me do everything? Plot, graphics, advertising? Everything?"
"Uh…yeah!" Wonka said with a forced smile, "I'll stick to what I know."
"What, wasting money?"
Wonka gave a high-pitched giggle that made Mike wince. Luckily Wonka left before Mike got the chance to manhandle him out the door. He strode over to it, locked it and leaned against it breathing a sigh of relief.
For the rest of the night Mike worked solidly, designing and testing on his laptop, making notes in the many, many folders that were scattered over the desk and drinking coffee after coffee after coffee until his eyes couldn't physically stay open on their own any more. He packed away all his stuff and made sure to lock it all up so Wonka couldn't get at it. If he found out the true intention of the video game, Wonka would never let him go. Or worse, demote him to candy-tester.
Rubbing his sore eyes, Mike stepped out of his office and into the Inventing Room. Apart from the Television Room, this was his favourite place in the factory. As long as those damn Oompa-Loompas left him alone, he could quite happily spend the day wandering around admiring the technology, and he often did. Upon checking that the Oompa-Loompas hadn't left it unscrewed like last time, Mike tentatively put his foot on the bottom rung of the ladder that led to the walkway that ran around the ceiling of the Inventing Room. He climbed to the top and edged along the walkway; although not the largest of 14-year-old boys, Mike was still about twice the size of an Oompa-Loompa, so he had to be careful walking along the suspended, unbarriered, very narrow metal grating. He got to his favourite spot and eased himself into a sitting position, staring around at the fantastic machinery that was just under his feet. Twirling his ankles around in circles, he swung the walkway gently and smiled to himself. He had no clue why he was smiling. He had nothing to be happy about. Maybe he was finally going mad; half a year cooped up in the factory had sent him off the rails. He was doing math, which was a sort of consolation prize, but he'd much rather be in a school setting. And able to switch on a computer game whenever he wanted (though his eye doctor had told him he didn't have to wear his contact lenses as often any more).
He got so lost in his thoughts, Mike didn't notice the Oompa-Loompa step up to the Toffee-Flavourer and switch on the steam. A high-pitched whistle snapped him out of his daze, and he saw the Oompa-Loompa walking away. He knew what was going to happen.
"Hey!" he yelled, "Get back here and shut off that machine!"
But the Oompa-Loompa just kept on walking. They had a tendency to only obey Wonka's orders and ignore Mike completely. Only one of them ever did anything he said, and that was because he was easily bribed.
This one, however, (and Mike nicknamed him 'Ratbastard' for it) did not do what Mike said. He just left the machine to billow out steam. Within seconds Mike couldn't see more than a few centimetres in front of him and he was drenched. He fumbled his way back along the walkway and slid down the ladder. His jeans felt heavy, his t-shirt was clinging to his body and his hair had gone mentally curly. Running a hand through it grumpily, he made his way to the exit, ordering one of the Oompa-Loompas to get the boat for him.