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Wow... I'm sorry about this. I couldn't update while I was at my Mom's. So, here I am, updating now. Hehe. At least, I had alot of time to think and edit this Chapter. Hehe... I have some idea's for later on now...

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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 Four Summery – The Press is now interested in the interal affairs of the Chocolatier, and some amazing things in the factory are begining to happen. But, beyond all this happyness, there is a coating of worry. Can Wonka solve this problem?

Chapter 4 - Bigger and More Known

One day later, everything was seemingly back to normal. Dr. Gauzeborne had signified that Wonka had two fractures in his upper arm, and one fracture below his elbow. It of course needed to be casted, but Wonka refused to have the little bit of cast go in-between his thumb and fingers. He still liked to have the pleasantries of putting on his rubber gloves, and he did so by jamming the excess bit of plastic under the cast, so all looked normal. The Doctor also noted that Wonka had nearly broken his ankle, but instead sprained it badly. So, the Doctors bound it to keep it from moving, and the urged him to make full use of his cane.

Snow still fell harshly outside, it was getting worse and worse as the days went by, and showed no sign of relenting it's cold onslaught. It was now dawning on three feet, and seemed to get higher by the hour. Never had the factory or the town ever seen such a heavy snowfall. Nearly no one went outside.

Though, snow and injures didn't stop Wonka from making sure that all the trucks could make their ways to the stores and airports. He even fitted all the trucks with snow-ploughs, the day he go back, so they could effortlessly make their way through the ever growing deepness of snow. But, Wonka even knew that it would reach too deep for even the trucks. He sent out the next week's worth of chocolate as fast as he could, and ahead of schedule, just in case.

Wonka sat on his deep-plum-red bed and retied the sling, which held his right arm firmly against his chest. This task was fairly hard because Wonka was a right-handed man, as much as he'd like to be different and left-handed. In fact, Wonka wasn't very skilled with his left hand, so it nearly took an hour of "gosh darnit", "ow", and "weird" before it decided to be tight enough to last till lunchtime.

He sighed in relief that that was finally done, and he picked up his golden shirt clasp off of the table. Clasp in one hand, he tried to fasten it to his shirt, but found that this was an, of course, two-handed job. Two hands, was something Wonka was seriously lacking, so he placed it in his pocket to ask for help later. He instead, placed his hat gingerly on his head. Being very glad that he did not need to hands for that job.

Reaching for his cane, Wonka levered himself off of his bed, and slowly limped his way across the room, and towards his blue themed living room. While he made his way towards the coat rack, he thought to himself that he had given Charlie enough clues and chances to figure out what he was up to. Even though Charlie was a smart boy, he thought, he might have been a little too clever for Charlie to pick it out. So, deciding not to wait any longer, Wonka would have to tell Charlie all about his plans, today.

From his coat rack he decided to pick out his favorite coat. His plum red one, was in all regards his favorite coat. He realized that that colour suited him nicely, and went very well with his eyes. His purple eyes. Even Wonka was astounded now an again to be met in a mirror by a man with purple eyes, and he never figured why he did have them. He supposed his mother had to have had them, as well, that was the only possible reason.

Willy tore his mind away from his purple eyes and slipped his left arm through the coat. His right, however, couldn't go through, so the right sleeve hung limply by his side.

Key in hand, Wonka walked, or rather, limped, into the Glass Elevator and pressed the button labeled "Chocolate Waterfall". The Elevator was indeed, fixed. The moment they had returned from the doctor's Willy made sure that it was the first thing he did, other than have a nice cup of his famous Vanilla-Hot-Coca and fit the trucks with ploughs. After a few test runs, it was deemed safe once more and was placed back into full service

The Elevator glided to a stop, and opened to his pride and joy, the Candy Meadow. But, he only left the elevator to be met by a very distressed looking Charlie Bucket. It was very early in the Morning, and Wonka was rather confused why Charlie was up and about so early in the morning, also to the fact that Charlie looked rather upset.

"Hello my dear Charlie," he said pleasantly, giving him a grin, "what brings you to the Elevator door so early in the morning?"

"This," Charlie said angerly holding up a newspaper to hand it to Willy.

And on the front cover it wrote:

Famous Chocolate Factory, dangerous?

The seemingly 'safe' Chocolate Factory of the world renowned Willy Wonka, was questioned yesterday by a group of individuals who lived by the factory itself. They said, after the children of the Golden Ticket came out, they only thought their abnormalities were some sort of price given to the children, or something they did themselves, though, most people doubt this. But, just yesterday, Wonka was seen limping out of the factory towards the town's small clinic. With a reported broken arm and leg. He also was reported to faint after entering the clinic.

Is this factory unsafe?

"I would never think that Wonka had an unsafe factory," said an elderly man who sells Wonka Chocolate's by the bars, "I think that all of you are getting too upset by the matter and don't need to dwell in the affairs of Mr. Wonka."

Regardless of some of his adoring Chocolate fans, one question comes to our minds. Is this factory safe for the young boy Charlie Bucket, who now lives, for unknown reasons, in the great Chocolate Factory?

"I think the authorities need to pull the boy out," a young woman who runs her own chocolate franchise, "if such bad things could happen to the other children and Wonka himself, who knows what will happen to him."

"I think he is safe where he is, there is no need to pull the boy out," Dr. Scott Gauzeborne, the Doctor who treated Wonka says, "Mr. Wonka adores the boy like a brother, and he would never let young Charlie get into any trouble. Why, by the looks of it, Charlie looks a lot healthier than the last time I've seen him. Wonka does an excellent job on safety."

He was later questioned on how Wonka was hurt, he said that the great Wonka "fell", but wouldn't go into details. His reasoning was that "they are in no need, Wonka is a great man."

Still, a small amount of people still think that Wonka's Factory is unsafe for the young Bucket, concerning the construction that has been happening on the back of the factory. Only time will tell on such a dilemma. This newspaper will be sure to write more on the story as it unfolds.

Wonka reread the paper several times, and looked up towards Charlie's upset face. He too now, was rather upset. Pull Charlie out? The nerve.

"The nerve of some people," Wonka finally said, tossing the paper into the Elevator with carelessness, "you'd think that I'd be controlling a saw mill."

"But Mr. Wonka, what if the authorities do pull me out?" Charlie said sadly, looking towards Wonka.

"Well, I don't think that'll happen, for one. They'll need your parents permission, and they'll need to get in," Wonka said grinning, "Even if they do, I'll make this factory as safe as I can, and do everything in my power to get you to come back."

"Really Mr. Wonka?" Charlie said, grinning up towards the grinning man above him.

"Really." He said raising a finger, "now, onto lighter business. I have something to tell you-"

But before Wonka could even tell Charlie what he was going to do, Charlie told Wonka for him, "you're going to make this factory bigger, though... that's all I could figure out."

Wonka dropped his finger, mouth still open. He then laughed a genuine laugh, "I knew you'd get it, Charlie. I was starting to get worried you wouldn't."

Charlie grinned, "Of course Mr. Wonka, I think it will be just as wonderful as the rest of the factory when it's done."

Wonka had nothing to say to that, so he grinned in its stead. He felt something pulling on his heart. He worried, now that there was going to be construction, that the Factory would seem much more unsafe to the public. He needed a way to build the Factory on record time, plus keep them from pulling away his heir.

"Mr. Wonka, do you want to come over for breakfast? I'm sure that it's almost ready." Charlie said hopefully.

Wonka smiled, "of course I would Charlie. But, only on one condition Charlie."

"What's that?"

Wonka leant down and placed his left hand in his pants pocket, and pulled out the large golden 'W'. He laughed nervously, "I couldn't put this on."

Charlie suddenly laughed, and he shook his head, taking the clasp and fastening it to Wonka's shirt. "I was wondering why you didn't have it on," he said, letting go.

"Eh heh heh..."

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"That was wonderful Charlie," said Wonka, as Charlie and himself walked out of the Bucket's house. "It was so gosh-darned good." Wonka grinned happily, he always loved to have Mrs. Bucket's meals. They were so gosh-darned good, as Willy had already said.

Charlie grinned, "I'm glad you like my Mum's cooking Mr. Wonka."

Wonka turned to face Charlie as they walked, "Well of course I do, it's not at all like any cooking that I could do." He smiled thoughtfully, "she's much better than me."

Charlie looked up at him with confusion, "You can cook Mr. Wonka?"

Wonka grinned and gave a childish laugh, "Why of course I can Charlie... Why, I had to learn how to cook ever since I -" -WHAM-

The side of Wonka's face collided with the elevator as he spoke, and, like he did usually when this situation arose, he fell, sprawled on the ground. Charlie gasped in surprise, bending over to help the distressed Chocolatier.

"Ow," Willy said rather simply, looking down towards his leg, he looked back up and grabbed Charlie's hand letting him lever himself up. "Thanks Charlie... I really need to watch were I am going."

Charlie pressed the button, and the Elevator doors glided open, Wonka and Charlie stepped eagerly in.

Turning back to Charlie he said, "as I was saying, of course I can cook Charlie, I had to know how to cook since I was little!" Wonka said this in such a matter that it must have been the most obvious thing in the whole entire world.

"But," Wonka continued, "you wouldn't like it at all. Most of my favorite foods come from different places. Very different from your Mom's cooking."

Wonka stopped Charlie from pressing 'Inventing Room,' and he took out his purple key once more, jamming it into the tiny keyhole in the Elevator.

As the Elevator shot upwards, Charlie looked directly up to Wonka's face, "I would love to try some of your cooking Mr. Wonka."

Wonka looked and grinned down towards Charlie, "really? Hmn... Maybe we could arrange something tonight."

Charlie gave Wonka his favorite smile of happiness, "that would be brilliant Wonka!"

"Only if you help me, Charlie."

"Of course Mr. Wonka."

The Elevator stopped smoothly, and opened its doors into Wonka's very blue-themed Living Room. Willy grinned happily and walked inside with Charlie. He felt, as they entered his home, a strange feeling of dread. He couldn't help but worry... What if they took Charlie away? What if I would never see him again? What if... I could never get better, so that my Chocolates would be terrible? What if, I could never get him back? My little brother...

Charlie looked up at Wonka with concern while they walked over to Willy's couch. Wonka's face was contorted into sadness, and he seemed to be thinking very hard about something. Charlie seemed to know right away, the newspaper... Wonka was worrying.

Charlie decided to change the subject, "Mr. Wonka, what are we doing in your home again?" he asked.

Wonka snapped out of his 'daymare' and sat down on the couch with Charlie. "Oh, we are gonna do some rounds around the factory. But, the Oompa-Loompa's usually send things here with important things I need to tend to today."

"Really? What kind of things?"

"Oh, if candies had weird side-effects, if machines broke down, if something has been properly made, or if orders have come in. You know, the usual."

To most people the "usual" would usually mean something very... boring. But, with Willy Wonka, it usually meant something fantastic and amazing. Charlie couldn't wait.

Willy Wonka reached over to the side of the couch that was pressed against the wall. Attached to the wall, was a long clear tube that went through the ceiling, and to catch what it dropped was something that resembled half a bowl. Wonka pulled out three envelopes, each coloured differently than the other.

"Invention," Wonka said and tossed the blue one down on the table. "Breakdown," he tossed the green one on top of that. "My Oompa-Loompa's can handle that for awhile by themselves."

Willy held the pink envelope near his face and he looked at it with confusion. "I wonder what's happening in the Candy Floss Meadow?"

Charlie then remembered his first Elevator ride with Mr. Wonka; Mike Teavee, and Mr. Teavee were also there, and they passed the Candy Floss Room that had pink sheep being sheered by Oompa-Loompa's. He remembered Wonka's statement and nervous grin, "I'd rather not talk about this one..."

"Does it have to do with the Candy Floss Sheep Mr. Wonka?"

"I dunno Charlie," he then added with an exited voice, "let's see!"

He quickly opened up the Envelope and started to read in his head quickly, tracing over the words care fully in his mind. A large wild grin started to pull over his face, and he looked rather exited. He then quickly shot the paper down, looking at Charlie with happiness.

"This is just wonderful Charlie," he started to sound a little higher, "absolutely wonderful!"

Charlie looked at the paper folded on Willy's coffee table, "What is it Mr. Wonka?"

Willy seemed to either have ignored Charlie, or didn't hear him in the first place. He stood up quickly and grabbed his cane, already heading towards the glass Elevator. It seemed, that something very good must of happened, or Willy Wouldn't have left so quickly. Charlie got up as well, following Willy into the Glass Elevator.

"Mr. Wonka, What is it?"

Wonka looked down as if Charlie appeared "Oh Yes, something absolutely wonderful has happened. I can't explain now, I think it would be better if you see." He looked up again, smiling madly.

Willy pressed the button labeled "Candy Floss Room", and he leant slightly against the backing of the Elevator. His mind currently off of whatever was bugging him before. Charlie felt relieved, Willy didn't seem to be troubled anymore. Whatever was happening must be really important and good, to make Wonka smile like that.

The Elevator glided and stopped in a great room that had bits of pink here and there. On the other side, Charlie could see another doorway that had "Candy Floss Meadow", on top of it. He guessed that this is where he kept all of the neat Cotton Candy Sheep Wonka had.

Wonka and Charlie stepped out of the Elevator, and they made their way towards the Candy Floss Meadow. Wonka walked over, and opened the door. Behind it was a large, flat, Candy Meadow that was covered in only sugar grass. Walking around it were what seemed to be hundreds of sheep. Pink sheep.

A group of three Oompa-Loompas came over, and Wonka knelt down, as one of them whispered in his ear. "Really? Magnificent!" He stood up again and faced Charlie, "these Oompa-Loompas are gonna show us something really neat!"

Charlie looked down to see a Oompa-Loompa tug on his pant leg, leading him, this reminded him of the time when Mrs. Gloop was being lead to the fudge room to see if she could save her son. He felt, inwardly relived, that this was not the case at all. They were going to show him something really neat and cool.

He stopped and stared at the sight before him. There was one of the Pink sheep lying down, and in the arms of a couple of Oompa-Loompa's were tiny little newborn lambs, all wrapped up in blankets. Charlie saw that the lambs were not pink like their parents, but one was yellow and the other was green.

Wonka looked as if he was just given a million-pound prize, "Oh, bring them over here! Bring them over here!"

The Oompa-Loompas came over and Wonka ushered him to sit down, as did he. One of the Oompa-Loompa's handed Wonka one of the bundles, and the other handed the other one to Charlie. Charlie looked over and saw Wonka open the blanket and coo, stroking the little baby lamb inside. Charlie could swear he heard, "the cutest thing ever," and "aren't you just adorable."

Charlie looked down into his own bundle, and saw, that he was holding the little green lamb. He knew why Wonka seemed to be loving them to death. They were remarkably cute, and Charlie stroked his tiny head with a couple of his fingers. The baby bleated cutely and licked them in return, earning a giggle from Charlie, even it's tongue was green.

Wonka looked up from petting the other, and explained to Charlie, "you see, these are the first ever sheep to be born in my factory. The first ever ones, yep." He looked back down at the yellow one he was holding at started to pet it again, still talking, "I just love sheep. They are my favorite animals. When I heard that my favorite sheep in particular was going to have little babies, I was so happy. And now they are here!" He looked up again towards Charlie, the lamb sucking on his gloved finger. "What do you think Charlie?"

"I think they are wonderful, and cute," he stroked his own more, grinning down at it. "They are so soft. I expected them to feel sticky, like Cotton Candy."

"No, this sheep's fur is exactly like cotton. But, since they are Sugar Sheep, it is eatable. I find it is much tastier that normal Cotton Candy, and it doesn't go all sticky when wet. Although, it still melts a little." Wonka pulled out of his coat pocket a closed clear bag with some pink fluff in it. "Here, try some."

One arm cradling the lamb, Charlie lent over and took the bag from Willy Wonka and opened it. He took a bit of the fluff and stuck it in his mouth. It tasted wonderful it wasn't like normal Cotton Candy at all. It was soft in his mouth, and it melted kindly on his tongue. It was absolutely delicious.

"This is really good," Charlie finally said, when the Candy Floss finally melted away from his mouth.

"Thought you like it," Wonka said. Then, Charlie noticed Willy's signature grin of mischief. It seemed that this was not only to show Charlie the sheep. Wonka had something else in mind.

"Charlie..." Wonka said with a smile, "do you like her?"

"Hmn?"

"Do you like her?" he repeated pointing down towards the Green Lamb in Charlie's arms.

Charlie looked down towards the adorable lamb in his arms, and then back to Wonka, "how could I not like her?"

"Good. Then she's yours."

"What?"

Wonka grinned at Charlie, "yup, she can be your sheep. Just yours. You can do whatever you want with her. But, she'll have to live here with all the other sheep for a little while. Other than that, she's all yours."

"M-mine?" Charlie looked down at the cute lamb again. Wonka had given her to him, this adorable tiny lamb. He didn't know what to say.

Wonka frowned, "you don't like her."

"N-no! I love her, this great present! It's just, I'm a little overwhelmed." He managed to say, looking towards Wonka.

"Oh. Well, you better name her, can't have a Sheep without a name your know. Very disrespectful." He slightly lifted the yellow one he was holding and said very proudly, "I named mine Sunny."

"Oh, Okay..." Charlie thought hard. What was a good name for a Green Sugar Sheep? Well, he didn't think that books had baby names for Green Sugar Sheep specifically, so he traced his mind. Well, she's green, he thought, and, she is really cute. Hmm... how about Barley? No... it sounds too, herb-like. Lily? Yea. I like that… It's a good name.

How about Lily?" Charlie finally said, looking up at Willy.

"Perfect! Sunny and Lily the two new Sugar Sheep!" Wonka said happily, grinning again.

He turned and called over a couple Oompa-Loompas with his strange call. They came over and relived Wonka and Charlie of the little Lambs. As much as Charlie would love to have kept on hugging onto Lily. He was sure that Wonka felt the same was about Sunny. But, they did have work to do.

Wonka stood up, holding onto his cane, "Well Charlie, as much as I'd like to stay, we have to get on with other business."

Charlie nodded and stood up, following Wonka back into the glass Elevator in the other room.

They stepped inside and Wonka re-inserted the key to go back to his room. Charlie looked up a Willy, he did very often because Willy Wonka was much taller than he was, and asked, "they were cute weren't they?"

Wonka smiled back down at Charlie as the Elevator shot upwards, "Yes, yes they are Charlie. I bet their flavors will be very unique when they get older. Green and Yellow... Hmn."

The whole way up towards, and sometimes sideways, Wonka's home, Charlie thought of the good times that were ahead of him. He could see himself petting Lily in the middle of the field with Willy Wonka and Sunny. It would be absolutely fabulous. But... he then remembered the newspaper, and it seemed to stamp out the dream like it was nothing. He could get pulled out. He looked back towards Willy and grinned for a brief moment, Wonka wouldn't allow it. Charlie knew that.

The doors slid open and Charlie stepped inside. As he walked in, he didn't notice, or rather, didn't pay attention to, a pair of slippers sitting near the Elevator. He stepped on one accidentally, and fell backwards onto the floor with a harsh -thump-.

Willy Wonka walked over quickly, and knelt down by and close to Charlie's head. "Are you Okay Charlie?" He asked, face full of concern.

Charlie laughed when he saw the upside down Wonka, "yes Mr. Wonka. I'm alright."

Then, rather suddenly, Wonka nearly bent down low enough for his face to touch Charlie's. Wonka seemed to be examining his face rather intently, with furrowed eyebrows.

"M-Mr. Wonka?"

Wonka stood up, and looked rather confused, thinking off into the distance. Charlie stood up as well, staring at Willy with confusion.

"Mr. Wonka?"

"Weird, never expected that at all... I guess you are like me more than I thought you are."

"What…?"

Authors Thoughts– This was fun to write, and I'm glad I have it over with. I can't wait to start typing the next chapter tomorrow. Yuppers... much about strangeness...

Wonkaland Info - Not much... but the sheep. I wonder, their flavors need to be exotic. Not Lemon or Mint. What do you think?

Chapter Five Preview – What did Wonka mean by "I guess you are like me more than I thought you are."? And what does the press have against Wonka? You might find out in the next chapter.

To the Past Reviewers: Thankyou all so much. I love you all -gives you Cotton Candy)

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