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Hi! I'm sorry that this is a day late. Well, the reason is, the last two chapters had templates or huge chunks to build off of, this one however, I had nothin'. So I had to write it all from ground up. Well, it was fun and I hope you enjoyed it. Oh, I bought yesterday Two Wonka posters. One that is alot like the Moive Poster, and another that had Wonka in the TV room. Hehe... It's so cool. I also found in the bottom of my drawer one of my nighties... it had pink fluffy sheep allover it. My sister thought I was crazy when I burst out laughing rolling on the floor. I will also soon, (tomorrow), get a good re-fresh of Wonka in my head, my mother is going to take me to see the Movie with my sister again. Yay! It will be my 3rd time! woot

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Warning: This Fanfiction may contain Movie Spoilers: So, if you don't like them, watch the movie, then come back.

Chapter Three Summery – Wonka and Charlie are stuck in a room without a way to get out. All though, Wonka seems to know a way. Plus, what is this mysterious huge field (I mean... HUGE) doing behind the factory? And what does Wonka have against the Doctor? Is the the Doctor himself... or somthing else?

Chapter 3 - Camera Flashes

The strange steel room loomed over Wonka and Charlie. Wonka turned around, several times, and then laughed awkwardly. It seemed that Willy Wonka had miscalculated one simple thing... the only visible way out of the room was the Elevator and the Elevator was conveniently broken. So, Wonka and Charlie were rather "stuck".

"Mr. Wonka, what's Wrong?" Charlie asked, wiping his face. He turned and looked around the room as well and saw the vacant Elevator Shaft. It reminded him of the fact that the Elevator was broken. "Oh," he said, "Now what do we do?"

"What we do, Charlie, is ruin a little bit of my surprise," said Wonka. His voice had a slight amount of disappointment in it. "Though, I cannot remember where I put it."

Willy then started to make his way across the room, with much help by his cane, and Charlie. He stopped in front of the wall and, nearly pressing his face against it, looked at the wall diligently. Willy knew he had a hidden doorway somewhere, it even led to the outside of the factory. The one problem was, it was hidden, and he forgot where he had put it in the first place.

"Charlie, I want you to help me find a hidden doorway," Wonka said while moving across the wall and staring at a long seam of steel. "Umm, it's a doorway, it should open and close, and it's erm... hidden."

"Mr. Wonka, how do I find it if it's hidden?"

"I dunno, you're a smart little boy, you'll find a way."

For the next ten minutes, Wonka and Charlie looked like idiots as they pressed their faces against the walls, looking for a hidden doorway. The doorway, in fact, was so hidden, that Wonka was starting to doubt its existence entirely. So, after ten minutes of looking, he called the search off.

"Maybe I'm thinking of a different room," Wonka said with light exasperation, "or I'm thinking of what I'm planning to do."

"Planning, sir?"

Wonka looked at Charlie and put on a grin, "nothing, Charlie, nothing." Wonka leant against the wall, "just ignore what I sa-" Click. Creeeeek. "-oof!".

Wonka had indeed found the hidden door, when he leaned himself on the wall, he had mysteriously unlocked and opened it, sending himself towards the snowy ground outside. "-said."

Charlie dashed over to Willy Wonka and helped him up. "It looks like you found it Mr. Wonka."

"Yea," Wonka said, looking around, brushing himself off with his left arm, which was no use, it was snowing very heavily and every time he brushed himself off, new snow would replace it self kindly.

Willy then remembered that they were outside, thus meaning they were closer to the Doctors. He needed to think of some way to get Charlie's mind off of the Doctors.

"It's snowing really hard," Wonka said, looking towards the sky, "I think that we need to inside the front... yea. Wouldn't wanna catch a cold."

"Mr. Wonka," Charlie said, crossing his arms and looking at him with a raised eyebrow, "you're not trying to get out of going to the doctor, are you?"

Willy Wonka laughed nervously and turned away from Charlie, frowning. "No..."

"Come on Mr. Wonka, I think the doctor is more important."

"Nuh uh! Know why? 'Cause they're icky and I don't like them... That's why!" Wonka said, pointing his nose in air and looking down at Charlie with raised eyebrows in a very childish way.

Charlie was going to respond when; he suddenly realized where he was. He never remembered seeing the back of the factory with such a large space behind it. Or rather, he had never been to the back of the factory, Willy Wonka made sure of that. The space behind it was huge, it was at least one-half times bigger than the factory itself. He had to squint to see all the way to the tall fences on the other end.

"Mr. Wonka... what does this big space do?" Charlie said, still squinting into the distance and thinking, Wow - another factory - could fit here. I wonder, is this part of Mr. Wonka's plans?

"Oh... this? Er, it's extra space. Just incase, you know?" Wonka said grinning nervously, "you never know when you need a huge space. Always need to be prepared."

"Oh," Charlie said, not sure whether to believe Willy or not. Willy Wonka is a strange man. Sometimes he would say something utterly ridiculous, but it would turn out to be the truth, and others, he would say something very serious, and be lying inside out. Sometimes... he would just say something for the heck of saying it, this made it very hard to tell whether Willy Wonka was serious or not.

"I see," Charlie continued.

Charlie then had a magnificent idea. He would trick the information out of Wonka. He felt that Wonka's minor lack of modesty would give all the information Charlie needed. "Oh, I see," Charlie repeated, placing his hands behind his back, and looked over the empty space with a slightly judging look. "That's it?"

Wonka turned around, "What do you mean, 'that's it'?" Wonka bent over to Charlie's height and looked at him with questioning.

"Well," Charlie said, starting to walk around a little, "I don't see the point in having such a large field, for just... 'Safety reasons'... or to be 'prepared'. It's a rather waste of space, is it not? All of this is… Well, it's rather... inefficient."

"Inefficient? Let me tell you, little boy, that I am never inefficient, and in fact, this space is actually being used for-" Wonka stopped, then glared at Charlie.

"Yes?" Charlie leaned in closer to Wonka with an expectant face, "yes?"

Wonka then started laugh and ruffled Charlie's hair. "I knew why I picked you! You are oh so smart, and oh so clever. But, not as clever as me, I daresay." He laughed again, "You almost tricked me."

Wonka was in wonder of Charlie, never had he seen a boy, at Charlie's age, think up a way to get information out of him. Well, never had he seen any body get even close to what Charlie managed. This 'little boy' was quick, and he made a mental note to keep up his guard around Charlie.

Charlie frowned and Wonka could hear him mutter, in a very Wonkaish way, "Gosh Darnit." This only caused Wonka to grin wider.

Wind picked up a large amount of snowflakes and it blew sideways into Willy and Charlie's faces. Charlie covered his face, and Wonka pulled down his hat. They both then started to walk. Charlie took it up as his duty to help Wonka to do so, by letting Wonka support his weight on Charlie, as well as the cane.

"Let's go inside, and have a nice cup of my famous Vanilla-Hot-Coca," Willy said, as another cold blast hit is face.

"As much fun it would be, you need to see a doctor."

"Ew."

"Not that again."

"What do you want me to say? Something more creative? Okay, how about... Gross, or vile, or disgusting, not-in-my-lifetime, or I'd-rather-die, or-"

"I get the idea."

"Good."

"We're still going."

"Darn it."

While they walked around the factory, Charlie put much of his energy into persuading the Chocolatier to go to the Doctors. He tried everything, to making him feel better, to it being warmer inside. 'I can do that myself.' and 'it's warmer in the factory... remember?', were his responses. So, as they walked, Charlie felt confused of what to say.

Then it hit him, not literally, but you get the idea. "They're not like dentists," he started, "after you visit them, they give you candy."

Wonka stopped and turned his gaze down towards Charlie, "candy?"

"Yea," Charlie said, with an amount of added dreaminess, then he looked serious. "But, not very good candy."

They started to walk again, "really?"

"Yea, they don't have anyone to suggest what to give."

Wonka continued to walk, with help by Charlie, and thought this over. He looked down at Charlie, wondering whether this was another little ploy to trick him to doing something he didn't want to do. But, then again... Charlie did look serious about the matter. He was his apprentice and Wonka did tell him to find ways to make candy better...

"Fine," Wonka said with a small hint of defeat, scrunching up his face, "I'll go to your stupid... Doctor."

Charlie grinned happily up at Wonka, and Willy suddenly had the smallest feeling that he had been tricked by the small boy.

Willy Wonka and Charlie, after a good fifteen minutes of walking made it to the front gates. Charlie looked up at Wonka, and Willy sighed, taking out his keys and opening the door.

Wonka felt nervous the moment the gates behind him closed, and were locked again. As he walked with Charlie down the street, he felt a strange coolness wash through him and it wasn't the snow. He saw people stare and gasp pointing at him. He, knowing, that they were wondering what happened to the 'famous Willy Wonka'.

He heard mutterings, and he cringed, he swore that he saw a camera flash...

-FLASH-... -FLASH-FLASH- Camera's took pictures of young Willy and his father.

A reporter stood up to them, and pushed Willy aside, talking to Dr. Wonka, "Mr. Wonka... What is it like to be the one of the first Dentists in this area to invent a smaller form of braces?"

"Well, I noticed that some people couldn't afford the bigger ones... and I thought 'smaller ones are better than none at all!' "

Willy Wonka glowered as his father spoke, his father had managed to find a way to straighten teeth without the use of too much headgear.

"And what about your son? Are you going to give him the smaller ones?"

Willy looked up at his father hopefully, he really did want to look like much more normal boy. Not some... metal monster.

"No. These are far more efficient than the smaller ones. The smaller they are the cheaper they may be, but also the less the job it will make. I want my son to get the -best-" He grabbed onto Willy's shoulders, grinning down at him expectantly, "isn't that right Willy?"

"Yes father..."

More reporters crowded around Willy and Dr. Wonka.

"Mr. Wonka..."

"Mr. Wonka?"

"Mr. Wonka?" Charlie said, looking up at Willy, who had stopped dead in the street. "Mr. Wonka? Are you alright?"

Willy shook himself, and glanced around, "y-yea, sorry, I was just remembering..."

Another camera flash, and Wonka jumped. "Charlie, let's just go."

Charlie nodded, and continued to help Wonka with making his way to the Doctors. He felt, that he needed to get Wonka up and away from those nasty reporters, out of the cold, and to the Doctor as quick as he could.

"Finally," Charlie sighed, and he let go of Wonka to open the door for him, "we're here."

Wonka limped only up to the doorway and stopped, not wanting to venture any father than that. The waiting room was starch white, and the chairs were white as well. Even the pictures on the wall were plain and boring, using light shades of pastels. The counter, which was also white, had a young woman sitting there typing madly on the computer and she too, was wearing white.

Wonka looked very out of place there, and Charlie had to push him a little just so he could close the door behind him.

"Ch-Charlie, maybe we should... just go... I don't think they need any candy advice or anything..." Wonka eyed to room nervously, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Mr. Wonka..." Charlie said, looking at him with his hands on his hips. "We are here, so you might as well get looked at."

The woman at the computer looked up briefly then turned back to her work. It was only a couple seconds later did she realize that there was a injured Willy Wonka standing at the doorway. She double took. Standing up, she rushed over to Wonka and Charlie.

"Mr. Wonka, what brings you here?" she said, looking at him, noting mentally the way his carried his right arm and leg.

"I was just looking," Wonka looked around the room as if he was inspecting it, "well, everything seems in order, so... goodbye!" Wonka tried to make his get away, turning around sharply to leave.

Charlie stopped Wonka from going, and turned him back around to facing the Clerk.

"Mr. Wonka has fallen down a very long way, and I think he has broken his arm, and injured his leg. Could I get a Doctor to check on him immediately?" Charlie explained quickly, and said it with a note of urgency in his voice.

"Right away sir," she said, referring more to Wonka than Charlie. She then dashed down the small white hall, and into a room.

Wonka grinned in nervous way as they stood there, his eyes darted around the room, and he looked at the other sick and/or injured people. His face crinkled to one of disgust, and he shifted slightly to the left, and turned his face away from them. He also started to hum nervously, and inwardly hoped that no one would notice him.

"It's Willy Wonka," said a young boy pointing, "look Mum! It's Willy Wonka! Right here!"

The mother looked up towards Willy and grinned, then turned to face her son, "Yes James, though, I wonder... Nobody has ever seen him outside his factory."

"Really Mum? I must be special!"

Wonka turned away from the two having the conversation, he was starting to get lightheaded again, he never did like large crowds... Made him very nervous. He started to hum louder now, trying to keep his mind off of the mutterings from the people pointing and gaping at him.

Wonka bent down, starting to feel dizzy, "Charlie, where is this Doctor?"

Charlie shrugged, "I dunno, sometimes it takes awhile."

"I thought you said right away," Wonka said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I did, but it still takes awhile. He has to probably finish up with another patient." Charlie looked closer at Willy Wonka, he could tell that Wonka wasn't enjoying the mass publicity and he was also starting to look paler than normal.

Wonka turned his gaze away from Charlie, and he saw almost everyone looking at him now, they would turn now and again to mutter something to whoever was sitting beside them. He turned his stare away from them, and saw that people were gathering at the windows, pointing and staring at him. Again, the dizziness started to overwhelm Wonka, and he looked down.

"Charlie..." Wonka half wined, his head starting to spin. "I'm not feeling too great now..."

Charlie looked up at him with concern, "maybe you should sit down Mr. Wonka," motioning for him to sit down in the chair beside him.

"Kay..." Wonka said, turning paler, blobs of colour and light started to blur his vision.

Wonka opened his eyes, and found he was staring into the face of a Fifty-Year-old man wearing all white. He shouted with surprise and sat upright abruptly, nearly falling off of the table he was laying on.

"Mr. Wonka, calm down," said the man, who pushed Willy back down again.

Wonka then realized that he wasn't in the waiting room anymore, he seemed to be lying on an examination table. He thought for a moment, how did I manage to get here so quickly? He looked up at the man that was holding him down. He was tall and he resembled his father to a terrifying degree. He even wore glasses that were nearly identical... and his beard... creepy. Even the man's voice had a 'no-foolishness' sound, just like his fathers.

Wonka shivered, and took the man's hand off of his chest, saying with light annoyance and disgust, "don't touch." Wiping his hand on his green coat afterwards.

"Mr. Wonka, do you know where you are?" The man asked, still towering above him.

"No. But I am not where I was before," Wonka stated, being rather annoyed with such a stupid question, "and I don't know how I got here, and I don't know where here actually is. So, no.."

The man, who Wonka finally guessed as the Doctor, raised his eyebrow. "I see. You fainted Mr. Wonka. In my waiting room."

"Really? Did I?" he asked laughing half-heartedly, suddenly remembering the horrid feeling of people watching and staring at him, he shuttered, remembering them.

The Doctor pointed to Charlie who was sitting on a chair near the examination table, "This young lad here told me that you had fallen. Where did you fall Mr. Wonka?"

Wonka thought for a moment, then stated with a grin, "I don't remember."

"You don't... remember?"

"Nope."

"Well then. How far did you fall?"

"I dunno, far."

Charlie started to giggle slightly, Mr. Wonka always held very strange conversations with people, and to listen to them is very entertaining indeed. But, he felt sorry for the man so he then said for Wonka, "I think it was about three-stories."

"Three-stories? That is a very long way to fall," the Doctor said, writing something on a clipboard he had in his hand. "You're lucky you weren't killed."

"A lot of people have been saying that."

"Really?" The Doctor then started to sit Willy Wonka up, and leant him against the wall. "I think we should check the extent of your injures and treat them."

"You use really big words... don't you?" Wonka suddenly said with a wide childish grin.

"Yes Mr. Wonka," said the Doctor, sighing with annoyance wondering why this man became so famous. He was like a child that never had, and never will grow up, and this particular Doctor didn't like children very much at all. He turned to Charlie, "I think you should leave while I check Mr. Wonka."

"B-but... I want him to be here," Wonka wined, looking at the Doctor with big eyes.

Charlie smiled as he opened the door to leave, "No worries Mr. Wonka, if anything happens, I'll be outside of the door."

Wonka made this weird whining noise like dog and looked at Charlie with pleading.

"Sorry Mr. Wonka... Doctor's orders."

"Fine," Willy tried to cross his arms with annoyance. But then, he pulled back, "owwie..."

Authors Thoughts– Well, this was fun to write, and I enjoyed writing Wonka alot. Yeah, I know... alot of talking in this one... but, I felt we needed it. The next one will be proberally more... discriptive. My personal favorite lines in this one are: "Nuh uh! Know why? 'Cause they're icky and I don't like them... That's why!" - Wonka and "You use really big words... don't you?" - also Wonka. There are more... but I'll let you find them.

Wonkaland Info - I didn't add much in the way of Wonkaland 'cept for the huge field. I feel, that you don't need anymore clues to figure out what Wonka is up to anymore. So, re-read if you really have to find out what. By the way, the Doctor's name is "Dr. Scott Gauzeborne", so if you hear that name, he's who I'm refering too.

Chapter Four Preview – Wonka is at the factory again and treated still ready to continue to show Charlie around. Charlie then realized that mabye Wonka was telling him what he was doing all along, but in a very subtle way. So, it's up to Charlie (and you) to find out what Wonka has been planning.

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