((Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. At all. So there. ))

Wow! I am SO sorry for the delay! I have good reasons! I assure you I do! First, I have to get ready to move, second, I have to go to school soon, third, it was my birthday. Since I have -never- (that's right folks) NEVER read the "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" book, my step-mum and dad gave me the book, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" and "Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator." I'm going to my Mum's soon, and I just –might- be getting more Willy Wonka stuff from her!-randomly glomps- I also got a gift certificate for 30$ , so I'm gonna wait till the stores around here carry the Soundtrack so I can buy it.

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

Chapter Ten Summery – Willy Wonka finally opens up the two letters and finds out what the world really wants to do with him. And… hmm… more and more wrong just seems to be happening! Can Willy Wonka handle it? Will this been his final straw.

Chapter 10 – Chocolate Coated

Willy turned the formal letter over in his hand and, with some hesitation, opened it up. This letter was typed, much like the strange unreadable letter, on fancy watermarked paper. Wonka tipped the envelope over and a shiny business card fell out of it.

"What's this?" he said, setting down the letter and picking up the business card.

He turned it over a couple of times before reading it:

Belinda Waters

Daily American Broadcasting System

Phone (838) 1-600 9927

New York City, New York

VBN 679

"Daily American Broadcasting System?" he said aloud. "Interesting. What would they want?"

Mrs. Bucket picked up the letter that Willy Wonka had conveniently left on the table and handed it back to him. "Read this," she said. "It could do some explaining."

He grinned and took it from her, and read it aloud like all the other letters:

Dear Sir,

I am contacting you on behalf of "AMERICA TODAY", the evening news program that's "Dedicated to getting the WHOLE story to Americans". Our Head Anchor, Belinda Waters, would like to interview you and the Bucket family. It's a real opportunity to tell the public your side of the story, regarding allegations of unsafe working conditions at your factory.

If you are interested please contact us using the information on the enclosed business card. While you certainly do not have to agree to an interview, please be aware that people who won a tour of your factory have already agreed to be seen on our program.

Thank you for your consideration. We hope to hear from you shortly.

Yours truly,

The good people at the Daily American Broadcasting System (D.A.B.S.)

c.c. : Belinda Waters

"That's wonderful Mr. Wonka! Now you have a chance to tell everyone, or at least the Americans, what is going on. I'm sure that they'll play in it other countries like Canada and England," Mrs. Bucket said with excitement

Willy frowned. "No. It's not wonderful. In fact, it's worse than just not-wonderful. It's horrible, that's what it is. Absolutely horrible."

Charlie, his mother, and his father looked at Willy with extreme confusion. Why did Wonka seem so upset over the idea of getting interviewed?

"But why?"

Willy placed down the letter. "Surly I don't have to explain, do I?" He reached over, and grabbed his plate of half-eaten bread. Before taking another piece, he said, "Surely you already know." He ripped off tiny square of bread and placed it in his mouth, reading the letter again.

Charlie then remembered the incident at the Doctor's office. Now he understood. Wonka hadn't had multiple-human contact in over fifteen years. In fact, he doubted whether Willy had much multiple-human contact for any great lengths of time before the fifteen year "no-contact". At the doctor's office, he fainted when over a dozen or so people where looking at him. But, this would be broadcasted over the Television. To where there are millions of people watching. Millions of people listening.

"I know it's a lot of people Mr. Wonka, but you need to do this," Mr. Bucket finally said, breaking the silence. "If not for you, then for Charlie."

Wonka looked up from reading his paper. His expression was odd, and he seemed to look younger. As if the twenty-year-younger Wonka appeared to be peeking through. He looked downwards suddenly, and the whites of his eyes could be seen as he thought intently. The Buckets and Charlie couldn't tell whether he was thinking, whether he was concerned, or if it was a combination of both.

Millions. Millions. That was a lot of people. That was a million people! "For Charlie," ran through Willy's head for a couple moments as he thought. Wasn't all this trouble for Charlie? Wasn't all of this... for Charlie? Would, he, Willy Wonka, give up, because of his fear? Lose a chance to save Charlie?

But it is so many people. No, he couldn't think like that. He had to remember it was for Charlie. All those eyes- Charlie. Remember, Charlie. -All watching. All... accusing. His head swam. What was he to do? The matter was conflicting with his moral and mental mind! His mental didn't want to go; too afraid of all those people. His moral wanted to do it for Charlie, in spite of the fact that he was terrified of small groups of people, let alone large groups of them. What should I do?

What would I have done? Before all of this? Before I closed down my factory? His eyebrows furrowed deeper, I would have done it anyway. No, I -will- do it anyway. If not for me... then for Charlie. Anything for my little brother. But... I'm too scared...

Willy looked up and grinned, "I... I'll think about it." His smile faded slightly as he said, in yet a lower voice, "I just don't know yet."

Wonka turned his attention away from the conversation and towards the last letter; doing anything he could to change the subject.

It was much like the last letter; in fact, it looked exactly like the last one, except the return address was different. He sighed deeply and opened up the envelope. Wonka grabbed the last sheet of paper and began to read it out loud:

Dear Mr. Willy Wonka

We are contacting you on the behalf of the famous late night television show, FRIDAY EVENING LIVE. Our host, William Karleson, would like to do an interview of you on TV concerning the past problems concerning your factory. FRIDAY EVENING LIVE is a great television show to let out -your- message to our viewers in the United States and Canada.

Willy stopped reading for a moment and scoffed, "This sounds familiar..."

Mrs. Bucket grinned for a moment. "Yes it does, and it sounds like good news as well. Now, finish reading it."

We would also like to ask that the contest winner, Charlie Bucket, could also come for the interview, as he is involved with this just as much as you are.

If you are interested, just send another letter to the return address of this letter. We do hope that you consider this offer, and take this chance to tell the world your thoughts and opinions.

From the FRIDAY EVENING LIVE in New York.

Willy threw the second letter down and sighed deeply with annoyance. It seemed that everybody wanted to get a piece of him; everyone wanted to talk to him. But did he want to do it? He had two good chances staring him in the face, but was he too scared to take them? Wonka sighed again and glanced down at the letters bitterly, wondering whether he should accept them or not.

"I'm going," Charlie suddenly said.

"What?"

"Both of those letters said that they wanted me to be along as well. If you won't go, I'll have to go. Mr. Wonka, this is a really good chance for us to tell lots of people our side of the story. So, I'm going."

Willy turned to Charlie, looking nervous and confused. "You're going? Alone?" The look he was giving Charlie was the one he gave when Charlie first refused to live in his factory. That look of utter shock and confusion, trying to figure out why it was happening.

Charlie nodded. "Only if you're not."

Charlie wouldn't go alone. Would he? No, New York was much too dangerous for a boy like Charlie. He could get lost and... More lost. It was much too unsafe. Someone would have to go with him. Someone...

"What about your Mum and Dad?" Wonka asked, turning to Mr. and Mrs. Bucket hopefully, and with a rather large expecting grin.

But much to the disappointment of Willy, Mr. and Mrs. Bucket shook their heads. "No, we would not be able to go. The grandparents need to stay here, and both of us need to take care of them."

Wonka continued to grin fakely; great, they wouldn't be going. That might just mean that he'd have to go. "Oh. I see," Willy said.

Then it hit him. He grinned again. "Well, how about your grandfather Charlie?" Wonka turned to face Charlie. "He could go with you. He came to the factory right?"

"I don't think he could handle the trip Mr. Wonka. The trip to the factory was risking it a bit. I think that he should just stay here."

Wonka sighed, frowned, placing his left hand on his temple in a thinking motion. Why? Why? This wasn't fair. He didn't want to go, but Charlie did. But, if he didn't go, Charlie would. So, Charlie would naturally be all alone in New York, and Willy was smart enough to know that New York was much more unsafe than his factory. He couldn't allow it.

Wonka sighed deeply, and smacked his hand on the table in frustration. "Fine. I'll go. Only because Charlie is going, and he can't go alone."

Charlie grinned widely, "Thanks, Mr. Wonka."

Wonka averted his eyes and mumbled under his breath, "Don't sound so happy." He sighed again with annoyance, and shoved another piece of bread in his mouth, still looking away from Charlie.

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Willy and Charlie were walking down one of the halls of the massive factory. Of course, like any other day, there were many things to do, and much to tend to in the enormous factory. It seemed that this day was one of the slow days in the factory; not much new was happening or not-happening. Only a few things were wrong here and there, and only a few things needed to be seen and done.

Wonka stopped in front of a large circular door. It looked like all the other doors, except it seemed to not have a name. Willy pulled out a large silver key and jammed it into the lock, and the door opened silently.

In front of them was a large room. Oompa-Loompas were dashing around this way and that, laying out rolls of Swudge grass, and others seemed to be, strangely enough, breaking a hole in the wall. Charlie started to take things like this as normal, for very odd things happened in the factory, and if he were to be shocked at every strange thing that happened, he would get very tired out and have not nearly enough energy to experience the other things.

"This room," Willy said as he walked through the doorway, "was the testing room for one of my favorite inventions."

Charlie followed Wonka inside, gazing at the strange actions of the Oompa-Loompas. "What kind of candies, Mr. Wonka?"

Willy grinned as he shut the door behind Charlie. "My famous 'Square Candies that look Round'. I am quite proud of them."

"Oh, those. They are really neat," Charlie said. "But, why are we in here?"

Willy looked down towards Charlie and said with a grin. "Because, this room is going to be opened with the next. To make a large field you see. We need to test those kites, Charlie." Wonka straightened back up, "I just need to check that the renovations are going smoothly."

Charlie looked at the construction. He realized that when Wonka wanted to test things, he made sure that things were tested properly. Such as, if they were to make little Strawberry kites, they would have to test it in a real field. Not some strange air chamber, because that was most un-real. Children wouldn't be flying them in an air chamber.

Wonka walked over to one of the Oompa-Loompa's that was unrolling the Swuge Grass, knelt down, and started to talk with his left hand in Loompaish using some very strange symbols, gestures and noises. They "talked" for a couple of minutes, ending it with a simple gesture, then Wonka straightened up, turning to Charlie with a large toothy grin.

"Good. Looks like everything is in order."

Charlie approached Willy, "Mr. Wonka, are we really going to make the Little Strawberry Kites?"

"Huh?" Wonka turned around and faced Charlie. "Oh! Of course we are, it was a brilliant idea after all. Boy, was it a good idea, Charlie!"

"Thank you Mr. Wonka, I'm just surprised that you are going to use it," Charlie said with a grin, looking upwards at Willy. "I didn't think it was nearly as good as your other candy ideas."

Wonka looked confused for a moment. "Why wouldn't I use it? It is just as good of an idea as my 'Square Candies that Look Round' and my 'Everlasting Gobstoppers'."

Charlie looked down at the floor. "It's not that great... it's only my first invention," Charlie said quietly, embarrassed because he was being complimented so readily by Willy. "I mean... you've been doing it for years Mr. Wonka."

"My dear Charlie, years have nothing to do with candy making. It has to do with this," Willy said as he tapped Charlie's head. "That's all. As long as you keep a wide imagination, you can do anything."

"Now," Wonka began again, turning around to face the door. "Let's continue. We have much to do."

Charlie just nodded and followed Wonka out of the new "Strawberry Kite" room. They turned a corner and walked down a large very blue hall. Willy seemed to be humming, not really thinking about anything at all. In his left hand, he was twirling the key ring around his fingers and using his cane at the same time with the same hand. How he seemed to be managing both things at once confused Charlie.

He realized that since Wonka had agreed to go with him to New York and to the interviews, Willy had done nothing and said nothing about them. He didn't even sit down and write a response letter to either of them. He feared that Wonka thought that totally ignoring to respond to the letters would make the problem go away.

That would make that "problem" go away, but it wouldn't help their current problem with the press and the public. In fact, he was sure that if they did not go, it would worsen the situation. People would think he was trying to avoid the problem. Well... he was. But doing that wouldn't help their own problem one bit; it would only make people more and more against Willy Wonka and his glorious factory.

Charlie sped up so that he was walking along side Willy. He looked up and said, "Mr. Wonka, are you going to write the return letters yet?"

Wonka turned to face Charlie, still walking. "What letters?"

"You know, the interview ones."

Willy seemed to be walking faster, for Charlie was starting to take larger strides and was having trouble to trying to keep up with Willy Wonka.

"Oh. Those..." Wonka didn't look back at Charlie, but continued to look towards where he was going.

"You know, they don't know you are going unless you send them a return letter."

"Well, they seem rather inefficient. If I were them, I would know if I wanted to go or not," replied Wonka, still looking forward.

Charlie laughed. "It doesn't really work that way, Mr. Wonka."

"I don't see what's funny," Wonka said, sounding rather childishly hurt and annoyed at the same time.

Charlie sighed. "I still think you should send the letters."

Charlie was now doing a mid-jog, trying to at least just stay along side of Wonka, but was still trailing behind. Willy seemed to going very fast, with the appearance of walking. This told Charlie that Willy Wonka was getting annoyed with the whole situation, and didn't wish to talk about it any longer than he had to. Which of course meant that talking about it in general was more than he needed to talk about it.

"Fine," Wonka sounded unusually mad and annoyed. "I'll send the return letters..."

Willy stopped abruptly, and Charlie rammed into the back of him, obviously not expecting his companion to stop. Wonka tensed and breathed in sharply, not really appreciating the sudden and rather harsh, contact with Charlie.

"Sorry Mr. Wonka."

Charlie looked over to see why Wonka had stopped; a whole group of Oompa-Loompas was dashing towards them. One of them in particular was waving a sheet of paper above its head wildly.

Gracious for the interruption of the past conversation, Willy exclaimed happily, "Oh! What is it?" Wonka took the paper from the Oompa-Loompa, reading it over thoroughly.

Charlie waited for several moments as Willy read, watching as Wonka's face turned from one of relief to concern.

Willy frowned in disappointment as he said, in a much different tone, "Oh my... oh dear. Again?"

The Oompa-Loompa nodded and tugged on the fabric of Willy's pants, urging for him to come along.

"Sorry. I have to go, Charlie. Something very important has arisen," Wonka said rather hurriedly. He started to walk quickly towards the Elevator across the hall with the tugging Oompa-Loompa.

"Mr. Wonka, what's wrong?" Charlie said, catching up with Willy.

"It seems that one of my Chocolate Intake pipes have plugged, and that specific pipe happens to go where I make my favorite chocolate: my Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight bars! Today is the day when the order is to be filled, oh, we cannot have delay!"

Charlie continued to dash. "Can I come and help too?"

"Of course you can come. But I don't know if you can help," Wonka said while focusing towards the elevator.

Wonka and Charlie made it to the Elevator in only a couple of minutes and they entered the elevator quickly and rather silently. Charlie looked over at Willy as Wonka pressed the button "Chocolate Waterfall" and saw how Wonka seemed genuinely concerned. Charlie started to worry as he turned his gaze away from Wonka; so much had happened. So many bad things. Why?

First, he had been clumsy and Willy had broken his arm and twisted his leg because of him. Second, Willy Wonka had to face horrible people staring at him at the doctor's office and fainted in the process. That too Charlie felt was his fault. Third, Wonka had read a nasty newspaper that said that Charlie would have to leave the Factory forever. And as if it couldn't get any worse, Wonka received so much hate mail. Now, one of the Chocolate Tanks had broken down. He was sure that this was all too much in too little time for the Great Chocolatier.

The Great Glass Elevator jolted to a stop and the door opened harshly, revealing the great Candy Meadow and Chocolate Waterfall. Willy left the Elevator as soon as the doors were partially open. So quickly, that it took Charlie several seconds to realize that Wonka had left the vicinity of the Elevator entirely.

Charlie gazed across the field and towards the quick-paced figure of Wonka semi-limping, semi-dashing across the field. He looked ahead of Willy and saw one of the Chocolate-Intake pipes being drawn out of the Chocolate.

Charlie looked back at Wonka and started to follow him, leaving the Elevator himself. From the view that Charlie had of Wonka, Willy looked rather distressed and disappointed.

That was very, very true. Willy was very distressed and disappointed. The past three days had had one thing after another pile onto his shoulders. Now, there was something wrong with the factory itself. What else could get wrong? He supposed that nothing else could wrong. If it did, well... he would have to deal with that later.

The Oompa-Loompa stopped him and pointed upwards. Ah, the problem. There was the Whipple-Scrumptious intake pipe. The Oompa-Looma's had pulled it out of the Chocolate River and lifted it above the grass for closer inspection. The pipe was half drawn out, and was hanging uselessly. The tank was filled with hundreds of gallons, thought it looked only half way full.

Charlie finally caught up with Willy and looked upwards at the pipe and tank. "Is that the problem, Mr. Wonka?"

"Yup. Sure is," Wonka said, still looking up, shading his eyes with a gloved hand from the bright lights above. "I wonder why it has stuck. It's just messin' with my noggin on why." His words were childish, but his voice was annoyed and almost serious.

Charlie looked down towards Willy and said, "What if there is a piece of un-melted chocolate in the pipe? That could be blocking it up."

"You know what? That is a very good guess. I bet that is what really happened," Wonka said, still gazing upwards, then he walked over so he was directly underneath the in-take pipe.

He stood there for several moments with furrowed eyebrows before exclaiming, "You know what? You are right! I can see it!"

Charlie stayed where he was. "Really, Mr. Wonka? How will we get it out?"

"Good question. I wonder..." Willy then added, to the Oompa-Loompa's, "Lower it about ten feet, kay? I need a better look."

The Tank lowered ten feet quickly with a loud mechanical grinding noise. The end of the pipe was resting away from Willy's head by about only a couple of feet. Willy looked through the pipe up at the obstruction, which was now twenty feet away, trying to figure out how to remove the little chocolately problem.

"Hmn. Now what can I do to remove the little booger?"

Charlie, the Oompa-Loompa's or Willy Wonka never expected what was going to happen next. A low groaning noise emitted from the Chocolate Tank, followed by a loud cracking noise. Both of these noises were not happily greeted by Wonka.

Almost right after the noise, Wonka watched the thin chocolate obstruction crack and break away. He had no time to move, no time to get away. Hundreds of gallons of hot, melted chocolate poured all over of Willy Wonka, covering him from head to foot.

Charlie could only watch as his idol was starting to become one of his own creations. Charlie couldn't think of anything to do. All he could do was worry about what would happen after the chocolate stopped pouring all over Willy.

A few seconds later, the last spouts of Chocolate finally stopped falling, and when they did, Charlie was immediately at the distressed Chocolatier's side. Willy wasn't hurt; in fact, he was perfectly fine. Except he was soaked to the bone with chocolate; hot, gooey chocolate.

Charlie knew that Willy wasn't hurt. But what he thought was hurt was Willy's pride. So many things had happened, and now this? He expected Wonka to smash into a millions pieces.

"Mr. Wonka, are you alright?"

Wonka said nothing; he just looked downwards at his now Chocolate covered self, saying absolutely nothing. Charlie couldn't tell whether Willy was going to have a nervous break down or if Wonka was just going to fall apart in front of him, and Willy being deathly silent didn't help Charlie's thoughts one single bit. Wonka pulled his glove into a tight fist, and Charlie could see his jaw grind.

Charlie knelt down beside Wonka, not caring that his navy pants were getting soaked in chocolate. He placed a hand on Willy's left shoulder and repeated, "Mr. Wonka, are you alright?"

A strange noise emitted from Willy and, rather suddenly, Wonka burst out laughing. He fell onto his back and held one of his sides with his left hand, laughing. It wasn't insane laughter either; it wasn't as if he broke. His laugher rang out in the halls of mirth and amusement. Charlie sat there, rather confused of what to do. Here he expected to see a Wonka that had the final straw, but here he was, rolling on the ground, covered in chocolate, laughing like the world didn't matter.

Charlie started to grin. Right now, the world didn't matter. He started to chuckle lightly as Wonka continued to laugh. Though the Oompa-Loompa's didn't join in the laughter, they all wore expressions of happiness and relief, grinning happily at the laughing Chocolatier. Happy that he finally laughed a true, honest-to-goodness laugh. Happy that for one single moment, the world weighed nothing atop Willy's shoulders.

The scene would have looked very interesting and strange if you were a passerby just walking past. Willy was dripping chocolate, brown from head to foot, and nothing was left uncovered. The only things that were not covered in Chocolate were the glint of his teeth as he laughed, and the twinkle of his deep purple eyes.

Slowly, and after a few minutes, Willy started to calm down and his laughter turned to short bursts of strange breathing. He giggled and he turned on his side, facing Charlie. "S-sorry Ch-Charlie..." He held his chocolate-coated glove over his mouth as another round of giggles shot through him. "I-I don't know wh-what got over me... It was just so... so funny."

Charlie grinned, but said nothing as Willy continued. "D-did you see that Charlie?" He pointed up at the pipe, "I-I was asking for it. St-standing underneath it l-like that. I-I was s-so stupid! I-it cracked and spilled all over me!" He rolled over onto his back and gazed up at the tank. "Sometimes... I crack myself up."

Charlie stood up and held a hand out for Willy. Wonka grinned, still chuckling, and took Charlie's hand with his own chocolately one.

Whatever the rest of the day was going to throw at them, whether it was trudging through writing horrible return letters, or dealing with more nasty newspapers, Charlie knew that somehow, the day would work out fine. No matter what. As long as he was there with him... and as long as they never forgot the Chocolatey Cliché Catastrophe. As long as they knew it would work out in the end.

Willy was still giggling as Charlie helped him walk towards the Bucket home; Charlie was grinning in such a way that Wonka would be proud.

Just so happy to hear him laugh.

Authors Thoughts – This Chapter took a long time to type, not only because of all of the stuff I needed to do, because I had to plan the next couple of Chapters so I could continue writing the Chapter. My favorite part was when Wonka was laughing because he was covered in Chocolate. I mean, during his giggling scene I was giggling myself. I had to stop writing so I didn't laugh out loud.

Wonkaland Info –.

Swudge Grass – Yup. I will no-longer call it Sugar Grass. Since I READ the book already, he calls it Swudge. So, I shall call it Swudge.

Whipple-Scrumtious Fudgemallow Delight – I thought that It would be Willy's favorite chocolate. Why else would he put Plum-Red on the package, and put the Golden ticket in it?

Business Card – By Me

Letter # 1 – IDOL HANDS

Letter # 2 – Me

Lilly and Sunny?- don't worry… They'll appear again!

Business Card - DON'T phone that number, I randomized it. Same with the zip. Please, I don't want you to pester poor innocent people. Nah. I just kidding. I don't think those exist!

Chapter Eleven Preview – Now for the return letters, something Willy really hates to do… And a bath. I really nice, long bath. And they need to Prepare to go to New York!

To the Past Reviewers: Thankyou so very much! I can't to hear more from you! I really like it when you guys tell me your favorite parts! It tells me when I'm doing something right!

Quill In Hand – THANKYOU so much! (she is also Wolfgurl…) I really love you! gives you mountains of Lily and Sunny's Sugar Wool)

Important Note: Please Review. I wanna know if any of you liked it. Plus, I may feel like updating faster if I know that people actually read what I write. (No flames... I'll only feed them to Gloop, although, I don't think even he likes flames. I think I'll dip them into Chocolate first.).