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Hello. At least this one isn't too late. Believe me, I did pretty good for just moving and going to school. Man, I swear, they like giving us Grade 11's tons of homework at the beginning of School. Anyway, here is the Chapter, and there is lots of Wonka-Land info for you guys to indulge in! I hope you enjoy!

Warning, this Fan Fiction may contain Movie Spoilers: If you don't like them watch the movie then come back.

Chapter Twelve Summery – Charlie has finally made up his mind. He is going to look for Wonka. But, sometimes the best-laid plans may seemingly turn out for the worse, or will they? Something may have gone wrong, but will it help Charlie more than he really thinks it will?

Chapter 12 – Charlie's Determination

Charlie lay on his bed in his new room, he stared at the ceiling in concentration, with his hands behind his head. The walls were a pale white and were covered with tons of his various drawings, plus every wrapper from every Chocolate Bar he had ever eaten. Which wasn't many. Charlie probably had only twenty or so Chocolate Bars in his life, even though he now lived in the world's most famous Chocolate Factory. Charlie felt that as much as he liked Chocolate, he must savor it for only the best moments, like birthdays or gifts. He never wanted to loose that thrill of biting into a bar of Chocolate and letting that sweet flavor of chocolate roll in his mouth. He never wanted to loose that feeling of ecstasy after he took the first bite.

But, that was not a moment for eating Chocolate. So, Charlie lay motionless on his bed, staring at his, also covered, ceiling. He sighed and turned over, running his fingers against the sheets of the bed absent-mindedly. He had no idea what he should do. He had at first thought of searching out for Willy Wonka in the massive factory. He sighed, no that would be stupid. He had more of a chance to get lost in there than to ever find a single Oompa-Loompa. After that silly idea was in and out of his head, he thought, that he could maybe, just maybe, he could wait for Willy.

But, Charlie seriously doubted that Willy would ever come back. The man was known that when he wanted to retreat, he'd retreat. Wonka could be back within hours, days, or months. Maybe even years, if he tried hard enough. Charlie scowled lightly as he flipped to his back again, staring at the picture he drew of the factory that was pinned to his ceiling. He definitely wouldn't allow that to happen. He knew that if Willy tried to hide for even a week, that he would be out there, searching for Willy Wonka like a mad-child.

Charlie sat up from his bed and looked at the model of the factory, that he had completed over a month before, which sat on his bedside table. He picked it up, and sat in on his lap. He examined the whiteness of its whole. He recalled his Grandfather who dreamily recounted that the day the Factory opened, it was so clean that the gray almost appeared as a glittering white. Charlie wondered why the real factory lost its white luster, and why it was now a deepened gray that nearly clung to being black.

He ran his fingers against the tower of the factory, while wondering to himself whether it was the fact that Wonka had decided to retreat for such a long time. Had Willy lost so much hope for the future, that he totally neglected his factory? Or was it just general forgetfulness on Wonka's part? Charlie placed the factory back down on bedside table. That would be something to ask Willy later.

Charlie swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up; he had finally come to a decision. He would look for Wonka. He didn't want to wait for Willy to come back to him for help. Because, Charlie knew that Wonka wouldn't come back and ask him for help. He had never done it, and he knew that he never would. Charlie opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a large notebook, pencil and eraser. It didn't matter, he wouldn't get lost, because he wouldn't stop until he found Wonka.

He would make a map of all of the rooms he passed and went to. Slowly deducting where he had been, and where he should go next. Charlie scratched his head. First, he needed to think of a place to start. He needed to think like Wonka. He needed to start in a place were Wonka would most likely go.

Charlie opened his door and left his room, thinking to himself idly. He knew that Willy wouldn't be with any of the animals. Why would Wonka want to have animal contact when he didn't want human contact? Charlie wrote down the different rooms where animals appeared and made a side note not to go look there first.

Willy would want to go somewhere where there was not a lot of commotion. Where there were no Oompa-Loompas. And where Wonka could go for pure silence. Charlie sighed, if the Chocolate Hall incident didn't happen there, Willy would have been there. Charlie listed down more rooms where Willy wouldn't be.

Charlie crossed over the Chocolate Waterfall's bridge, and walked towards the door. He would have to find a map of the building. Or at least get an Oompa-Loompa's direction; anything that could shorten his search by a couple of hours.

He glanced over his shoulder and spotted an Oompa-Loompa using a jackhammer of sorts, drilling into the ground. He diverted his direction, and changed it to where the Oompa-Loompa worked. He stopped in front of it, then knelt down so he could look at it more eye to eye. The Oompa-Loompa spotted him, turned off his machine, took of his earmuffs, then nodded expectantly, waiting for Charlie to speak.

"Umm," Charlie started, "do you know where there is a map to the factory? Or do you know where Mr. Wonka could be right now?"

The Oompa-Loompa thought for a moment, then nodded; smiling towards Charlie.

"To which one? The map, or Mr. Wonka?" Charlie asked.

The Oompa-Loompa drew a square in front of him with his fingers, then he acted like he was tracing a path through it. Charlie then realized that this Oompa-Loompa could understand English. But couldn't speak a word of it. He supposed the small fellow was talking about the map.

"The map?" Charlie confirmed.

The Oompa-Loompa nodded, walked over to Charlie, and tugged on his pants, pointing at a door that was behind the Chocolate Waterfall. Charlie followed the Oompa-Loompa's point and saw the door. "It's there?" he asked, receiving another nod from the still silent Oompa-Loompa.

"Thanks," Charlie said smiling, standing up.

The Oompa-Loompa nodded and placed the earmuffs back over his ears. Charlie walked away as the Oompa-Loompa started working on drilling once again. Charlie made his way towards the door that was behind the massive waterfall. He realized that he had never seen it before, and he sincerely wondered where it went to, and what its purpose was.

He saw that a thin path lead towards the door that was behind the Waterfall. It was barely visible if someone where to look at the Waterfall head-on, but, from the one side, it was clear to anyone that looked upwards at it. Charlie followed the path also noticing that it sloped upwards sharply. He started to trudge his way upwards; the lapping falls of the Waterfall, or Chocolatefall, fell mere feet away from him.

He made it up to the large door that was behind the Chocolate Waterfall. It was large and made out of steel, it seemed to loom over Charlie in its dark vastness. It appeared be old, but well kept, as if it was build a long time ago, but never used. Charlie placed his hand on the large handle and twisted downwards, earning a large echoing releasing noise. The door swung slowly inwards, creaking loudly, reliving itself of all the years of no use.

Charlie walked into the large empty hallway, closing the heavy door behind him. It was not lit very well, other than the pale flicker of dying out lights that lined the hallway. Only a few of them where lit and the end of the hall stepped off into complete darkness. Charlie shuddered, this was defiantly a change compared the Candy Meadow he just came from.

The hall that Charlie entered was like a walk into the factory's past. The cold, hard, steel floor of the hall had a thick layer of dust coating the floors. And the dying lights creaked as they swayed on their rusted chains. The hall was abused and forgotten. Charlie wondered for a vague moment why his idol had abandoned this hall and how long had it been neglected.

Charlie started to walk down the hall, his footsteps echoing loudly on the ground. He squinted into the darkness, looking for the map that he asked the Oompa-Loompa about beforehand. Charlie spotted on the side of the blackened wall, huge sheets of paper, ten in total. Charlie walked over to them and recognized them as being the Factory's maps.

Charlie looked confused as he read them over. These maps were incorrect. He knew that the Factory had more than just ten levels. He was very sure that the factory had more than one hundred levels. But it seemed that these maps were in an age when the factory only had ten levels.

He squinted at the maps, trying to read them in the dark. It seemed that Charlie was in the former hallway that led to the Chocolate brewing rooms, and the candy rooms. Well, the old ones at least. Charlie wondered which rooms were abandoned like the hall, and which were still in use, whether changed or kept the same.

Charlie then decided, whether they were old or not, that the maps could help him, at least a little. It would give him the general idea of a very small part of the factory; it would give him an idea where to start.

He traced his finger over a faded arrow that said helpfully; "You are here".

"Okay," he tapped his finger on the arrow, "I'm here." Charlie traced his finger down and off of the map, "and the Chocolate Waterfall seems to be here. So..."

He squinted closer, trying to see the details of the maps in the darkness of the room. He noticed that a lot of the rooms seemed to be labeled with little keys. He guessed that these were restricted areas, and required keys to get into them. He ran his finger across the maps, and read the names of the rooms. "Offices", "Supply Room", "Kitchen", "Trainee Offices", "Head Office."

Charlie stopped when he read "Head office".

"Mr. Wonka might be there," Charlie said aloud to no one in particular. It was out of the way, and only Willy Wonka would really know about it, "No animals... no Oompa-Loompas..."

Charlie started to trace a route that he had to go to get to Wonka's head office. It was actually wasn't very far away from where he was at that moment it only down the hall by a couple of doors.

Charlie whirled around and head towards the old Head Office. As he walked, he thought to himself of how he was going to get Willy to open the door if he was in there. If Wonka was in the room, and if he was hiding there, he wouldn't be too open-armed to Charlie disrupting him by pounding on the doors, shouting like a maniac, trying to get him to come out. Charlie decided that he would approach that problem when it decided to arise.

Charlie finally made it up to the door, but nearly missed it completely. The hall seemed to have gotten progressively darker as Charlie walked on, and he found it getting more and more difficult to see the door. But, he did, and he stood in front of the door with apprehension.

Charlie lifted his hand to knock, but lowered it. He was starting to have second thoughts about bothering Willy Wonka. What if Willy really wanted to be alone? What if Wonka didn't want Charlie to bother him? What if... he would just Make Willy Wonka worse?

Charlie shook himself. No, he couldn't think like that. He could, he would, help Wonka. No matter what. No matter, even if Willy tells him to 'go away', or to 'leave him alone'. He lifted his hand again, and knocked slowly, but loudly, on the door.

After a minute or so of no noise coming from inside, Charlie knocked again. "Hello? Mr. Wonka?"

But no noise came. When Charlie went to knock for the third time, the door open inwards, creaking, at the hand of his knocking.

Charlie gripped his fingers around the edge of the doorway, and he peeked his head around the corner. "H-hello? Sorry to bother you Mr. Wonka, but I-" Charlie stopped talking.

There was no sign of life in the room. Charlie walked into it with hesitation. Everything seemed old, gray, and colorless. It seemed to also hold more dust than the great, dark, hall did. Nobody, but Charlie, was in the room, not even Willy Wonka.

Books and papers were strewn out all over the floor, scattered here and there, as if a great tremendous wind had taken them up and blown all over. It seemed that Willy never had cleaned out his old office once he stopped using it. Charlie guessed that Willy hadn't been in that room since he closed down his factory. Everything was just left as it was... fifteen years ago.

Charlie spotted a great large desk with various dust-covered papers and things scattered allover it messily to the right side of him. Charlie picked up of the couple of the papers and tried to read them, but the room was so dark, and the writing was so messy, that he couldn't make out as much as 'the' in the dim light.

He still tried to continue to read the paper when a glint of silver caught his eye. He placed the paper down slowly, and looked at the strange, foreign object that lay only a foot away from him. In fact, it was not only one item, but there seemed to be two.

Charlie reached out and grabbed the closest object. He felt it's smooth curvy surface under his fingers. He turned it over a couple of times in the dim light to see what it was. He realized, after a few revolutions, in the darkness, that it was one of Wonka's old shirt clasps; fashioned after Willy's famous Wonka insignia. The surface may have been smooth and flawless, but it was heavily tarnished, showing that it too was abandoned so many years beforehand. He turned it over a couple more times before pocketing it.

After his first find, Charlie was curious over what the next could be. He grabbed it and a clinking noise followed. Keys. They were keys. Charlie ran his fingers across them. There had to be as many as Willy carried on his cluttered key ring. And that was a lot of keys.

Charlie grinned in spite of himself. Those keys just might open doors to the new parts of the factory. Whether they were old or not. He now had a much better chance of finding Wonka using a ring of keys to open locked doors. It was almost inevitable that Willy would have locked himself behind a door somewhere.

Before leaving the room, Charlie grabbed some random things that could be useful in the search for Wonka. An old shoulder bag, it was rather small, but well kept. His pants' pockets were much too small for the large key ring, so, he deposited it instead into the small shoulder bag, along with the old shirt clasp and his notebook and pencil.

Charlie was also lucky enough to find some of Willy's old factory sketches. Sketches to the "new" parts of the factory. After looking them over, he found that they were fairly accurate, and they would serve a great use to Charlie in his search through the massive factory. He placed as many of the diagrams he could find in the small shoulder bag, knowing they would be of use. Along with the drawings, he found maps that were identical to the ones that were on the factory's wall.

The last of the items was a, very surprisingly, small, dull, working flashlight. He clicked it a couple of times before placing it along with his other found belongings.

Charlie turned and left the room, hoping that Willy Wonka would not be offended of Charlie looking through all of his old things. If he was to get upset, Charlie concluded, he would just apologize, place everything back, and never go there unless Wonka permitted him to do so. Then, he'd somehow make it up to Wonka, if he could find the poor fellow.

Mr. Wonka... Charlie thought, while sighing heavily. Charlie pulled out the small flashlight, turned it on, pointing it into foreboding darkness of the hall.

The hall appeared endless at first, because the lack of properly working lights; but now that Charlie had the flashlight in hand, he saw that the hall ended in a great spiraling staircase that lead above and below.

This was the perfect place to start his search. Wonka was surly going to go somewhere that no one else would think he would go. And this, Charlie thought, was exactly where he would go if he were Wonka. The only thing was, was the fact that he now needed to decide whether Willy would have gone up or down the staircase.

As he approached it, Charlie pulled out the maps and looked at them under the dull glow of the flashlight, trying to make his decision.

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Charlie had chosen to go up the staircase after a few minutes of examining the maps and sketches. He found that the upper level was locked, and thanks to his keys, he managed to get in. The staircase lead to the normal every-day factory. Charlie realized, that the only things that remained of the old factory was the "Main Office" and the strange abandoned hallway, everything else had be rebuilt into the legend that worked and ran to that very day.

Charlie had been wandering and searching through the factory for hours on end. Since Charlie couldn't find a clock anywhere, he could only guess what time it was; there weren't even any windows, so he could tell the time by the outside either.

The worst of it all was, Charlie was lost. Very, very lost. The only thing he knew, was the fact that he was still in the factory. He was starting to grow wary of looking through rooms and trying to find Wonka for hours and hours on end. Charlie had also stopped looking at the sketches, for they were now useless... whatever part of the factory he was in, wasn't on the little scraps of paper that where one Wonka's plans for the amazing factory.

He tried to ask passing Oompa-Loompa's which way it was to the Chocolate Waterfall. But, all he got in return was a couple of strange gestures and some strange noises. They may have understood English, in many cases they didn't, but they sure in heck didn't know how to speak a word of it in return. After they had finished "directing" Charlie, they abandoned him and went back to their tasks that they had stopped doing to gesture to Charlie.

But, that was all two hours ago. All of the Oompa-Loompa's had gone off to wherever they sleep, which left Charlie alone in the massive sleeping factory. Alone and, worst of all, lost. Not even the Glass Elevator could help; whenever he found an Elevator call button, he pressed it in dire hope that Willy Wonka had removed the override trigger, but every time, he was met with the same sickening disappointment: It still wouldn't come.

Even though the factory sought out to defeat Charlie, he refused to give up his search for his idol. He demanded to himself to not give up until he found Willy or, he collapsed from exhaustion and fatigue. So, he lumbered on through the halls, searching for the famous Chocolatier, so determined to see him... no matter what.

Charlie turned another corner, leading into yet another massive hall. He gazed upwards at the ceiling. The ceiling had to be at least five stories high, and was lined with massive florescent lights that hung in rows with thousands of others. Charlie knew one thing; it wasn't midnight yet. Wonka had programmed his entire factory to turn off precisely at twelve o'clock midnight sharp on Friday nights. How Willy managed this great designing feat, Charlie never knew, but he was glad it could at least help him tell the general gist of the time.

Charlie passed a door; the only one that seemed to be in the entire hallway. He stopped, and looked at it with question. He shrugged, Wonka could be in there. It had a higher chance than all the others did, for they where now all ruled out. What could Charlie loose? He was already lost, it was not like he could loose himself any farther than he already was.

First, as he did with all the other rooms, he tried to twist the large handle downwards. Charlie had long since, hours before, lost the patience to knock on the door and wait for Willy to make a response. He guessed that Wonka wouldn't make any noise of recognition, so he just skipped to the door-opening part.

Locked. Charlie sighed and took out the ring of keys. He started to rifle through them. Not all of the doors would open to Charlie though. It seemed that Willy had only kept lest than half of the keys from the past factory. But, there was at least a twenty-five percent chance that the keys would work.

Ten keys later, the door unlocked with a forgiving 'click'. Charlie couldn't help but grin; that was the first door that he had managed to get to open in the past hour. He pulled on the handle and the large, but light, door swung open on its oiled hinges.

Closing the door behind him, Charlie saw that the room was massive, a reoccurring theme in Wonka's Factory, incidentally, Willy liked to think big. Very big. The room was also brightly lit, very much in the same way as the "Television Room" was. The room was also cold, but it wasn't freezer cold, it was more of a refrigerator cold. Charlie squinted in the brightness of the room, feeling his way across the wall till his fingers met a pair of goggles resting on a goggle rack.

With the goggles now on his face, he glanced across the room to see what it was and if Wonka was there too. Willy wasn't there, but all around the edges of the massively huge, and bright, room, were giant tubs of ice cream. There had to be about sixty in total; and directly opposite of the door, separating the sixty in half, was another door.

Charlie began to walk around the room, curious of the flavors of ice cream that the vats could be holding.

"Chocolate," he read in his head, pointing absently with his left hand at the tub he walked by. "Mint, Vanilla, Strawberry, Cherry, Bubble gum, Raspberry, Caramel, Butterscotch, Coffee, French Vanilla, Fudge, Blueberry, Mandarin, Black Berry, Orange, Apple, Grape, Banana, Peanut Butter, Cotton Candy, Candy Floss," Charlie stopped, and for a brief moment wondered what the difference between Cotton Candy and Candy Floss was.

Charlie started to walk again, and continued to read the labels, "Pineapple, Cacao Bean, Walnut, Sprinkle, Cheesecake, Pie, Maple, Honeysuckle, Honey Dew."

Charlie finally made it to the door across the room. He was amazed that Willy had managed to think up so many flavors of Ice cream. Charlie gazed up at the door, and it read; "Vats 61-120 – Ice cream Room 2." He stared in awe. One-hundred-and-Twenty flavors of Ice cream?

Charlie decided to forget the other door and continue on reading the Ice ream labels until he found the door he entered. Then, he'd leave.

"Honey, Lemon, Lime, Cashew, Spearmint, Cinnamon, Citrus, Lollipop, Sherbet, Wine, Ale, Gin, Brandy, Marshmallow, Sugar, Spice, Oatmeal, Peanut, Hazel Nut, Salmon Berry, Kiwi, Brown Sugar, Golden Sugar, Wafer, Brownie, Candy Cane, Candy, Ice Cream, Toothpaste, Pucker," and last, but not least, there was a sign posted on the wall... "Vats 61-120 in Ice cream Room 2"

Charlie had finished passing all of the vats and reached the door, coming right back to where he started. Before opening the door, Charlie thought to remember this room for further investigation on the different flavors of Ice cream and what other flavors Wonka had invented. But, that would have to be for another time. He had to find Willy Wonka. He just had to, and a room filled with ice cream was not going to delay Charlie of his search for the Chocolatier.

He gripped his hand on the lever and tried to pull downwards, so he could leave the room and continue his frantic search for Willy. But, it didn't budge. Charlie tried again, but, alas, the silly lever refused to move an inch.

He started to breathe quicker, what if he got locked in the room with all of the ice cream? He was sure that he didn't lock it when he closed the door. But, to be sure, he grabbed his key ring and tried to unlock the door. No matter what Charlie did, no matter how Charlie did it; the door wouldn't open.

He pounded on the door several times with his fists called out: "Help!" Charlie cried, hoping that there was maybe an Oompa-Loompa that was late going to bed. "I'm stuck in the Ice cream Room!"

"Anyone! I'm in the Ice cream Room! Help!"

"In Here!"

Charlie started to get worried and desperate and his pounding quickened as he used both fists wildly, trying to make the most noise he could, hoping that someone, anyone heard him.

"Can anyone hear me? I'm stuck in the Ice cream room! I need help!"

"Help!"

But, no matter how much he pounded, how much he shouted, nobody heard him. Not even an Oompa-Loompa passed by to hear his desperate cries. Soon, Charlie had to give up, his voice was starting to give out, and his fists where starting to become raw from the constant pounding on the door.

Charlie slumped to the floor, rubbing the sides of his palms. Now what was he supposed to do? The door wouldn't open, he tried calling for help, and he was locked in a room filled with... ice cream...

Suddenly, the lights dimmed and flickered out. Leaving Charlie in complete darkness.

…And it was midnight. Meaning, no lights anymore until at least 5:00am. Charlie sighed deeply, and took off his goggles. He reached in his leather pouch and pulled out the flashlight, turning it on. He suddenly had this feeling that he had failed horribly. He had failed Wonka in two ways; He didn't find Willy, and he managed to loose himself in the massive chocolate factory, which wouldn't help Wonka at all; Would it?.

Why did I decide to do this? I knew that I was going to get lost, I -knew- that this would happen. But why? Why did I do this? Charlie lent against the door, and wrapped his arms around his knees, following the flashlight's beam with his eyes. Why did he do that? Why did he go look for Wonka if it was inevitable that he was just going to get lost in process?

Because, Charlie reasoned, Because I just can't leave my best friend, my idol… my... big brother, alone. Even if I was going to get lost... I -had- to look, no matter what. Charlie glanced around the room, but, now -I'm- alone.

He grabbed the flashlight, and turned it off with frustration; angry with himself. He could at least get some sleep. It was not like he was going to go anywhere in particular.

As he lowered himself on the cool floor, curing himself in a ball, trying to get comfy. He started to find himself becoming heavy with sleep and fatigue. It seemed that he was much more tired hat he originally thought. All of the wandering through the factory searching for Wonka put him in over-drive, never noticing that he was completely exhausted.

Charlie's eyes fluttered shut, and he grew limp as sleep finally took hold of the exhausted boy and freed him of the large room and his troubles. But, in the back of his mind as he slept was the lingering worry that he'd never see Wonka again... no matter what he did.

So Charlie slept on, his dreaming form waiting to be found.

Authors Thoughts – I am half-sorry that this chapter is so depressing. Why only half? Because the next Chapter is gonna be… -coughs- I can't tell you. No matter how much I want to. Well, I'm sorry that it didn't update so quickly, it would have been updated earlier, but I scrapped the first 2000 words I wrote of this Chapter, which might be used for later on. So, I in-essence wrote over 6000 words. I really had a lot of fun creating the factory some more, and any and maybe all information on the new rooms/flavors will be in the Wonka-Land Info.

Wonka-Land Info – This thing is extremely fun to write.

The abandoned part of the Factory – Well, Wonka either didn't remember or didn't want to re-do the hall and the main office. Was it pain of memory, or just forgetfulness as Charlie thought?

The Tarnished Wonka Insignia – Yup, Willy's old "W". It looks exactly like Wonka's current "W", except it's… older…. And …. Tarnished. Same reasons as above? I wonder if Charlie is going to receive a golden "C"

The Ring of Keys – Why do a quarter of the keys still work? Well, it was not like anyone else had a copy, so why not? Charlie was very lucky to find the ring of keys, and I don't think Wonka really remembered leaving them in his old "Main Office."

12:00 Limit – Yup. I believe on nights not before weekends, the lights would turn off around 1:00 – 2:00. The factory and the Oompa-Loompa's with night shift need a rest every week. Also, weekdays are faster for Wonka than Weekends, because he tries to get far ahead in his candy making.

Ice cream Room – This room is filled with Never-Melting Ice Cream. I feel, and decided, that the Ice Cream needs to be kept at refrigerator temperature rather than freezer. So, don't worry about Charlie freezing in his sleep. It might be very chilly. Why is it bright? "You could leave it in the sun for hours and it wouldn't go runny." Well, I know it has to do with heat of the sun… not the light, but Wonka doesn't want it to bleach with light either.

Ice Cream Room 2 – Vats 61-120 – These are mixed flavors like Rocky Road, and Chocolate Mint, and Cherry Cheesecake. While the room Charlie were solid flavors.

Ice Cream Flavors – Wonka and I had a lot of fun with this. I'll give you a list of the Flavors: Chocolate, Mint, Vanilla, Strawberry, Cherry, Bubble gum, Raspberry, Caramel, Butterscotch, Coffee, French Vanilla, Fudge, Blueberry, Mandarin, Black Berry, Orange, Apple, Grape, Banana, Peanut Butter, Cotton Candy, Candy Floss, Pineapple, Cacao Bean, Walnut, Sprinkle, Cheesecake, Pie, Maple, Honeysuckle, Honey Dew, Honey, Lemon, Lime, Cashew, Spearmint, Cinnamon, Citrus, Lollipop, Sherbet, Wine, Ale, Gin, Brandy, Marshmallow, Sugar, Spice, Oatmeal, Peanut, Hazel Nut, Salmon Berry, Kiwi, Brown Sugar, Golden Sugar, Wafer, Brownie, Candy Cane, Candy, Ice Cream, Toothpaste and Pucker. (Can you spot the Misfits or oddities?)

Chapter Thirteen Preview – Charlie had fallen asleep in the Ice Cream room. But, he feels heavy… heavy with sleep? No… Charlie was sure that he had a long sleep, and why are the lights dimmed?

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