(Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. At all. So there. ))
I am so sorry for that huge delay. But, I have good excuses. Studying… and Christmas. Anyway, here it is, Chapter 18! So, I really do hope that you enjoy, and that you had a good holiday and a happy new year!
Warning, this Fan Fiction may contain Movie Spoilers: If you don't like them watch the movie then come back.
Chapter Eighteen Summary – Now the plane has stopped, Charlie's asleep, dreaming of happy things. Reporters are waiting impatiently outside. Oh dear, what's going to happen to our favourite chocolatier?
Chapter 18 - Even More Famous
Charlie was sitting in the mist of a vast field of swudge. It was blowing gently in the wind, and there was a clear-blue sky above him. He savored it's warmth with closed eyes and felt the coolness of the swudge-grass beneath him as he lay upon his back in the middle of the massive field.
Charlie felt amazing; it was so nice, so warm, so comfortable. Whatever seemed to have bothered him before was gone now, it was only a whisper of what was now gone. Charlie couldn't feel happier.
A small bleat was heard behind him, and Charlie opened his eyes, flipping over to see where the soft sound had come from. He smiled happily when he saw who and what it was, and he greeted her with open arms.
"Hello Lily," he said to the young sugar-sheep lamb, stroking her wool softly. How are you?"
She bleated cutely again, and licked his cheek.
"Good, huh?" Charlie, gazing down the field, added, "Where's Mr. Wonka?"
Lily turned around and pointed with her nose towards the Elevator shaft in the wall, bleating again.
Charlie felt disappointed. "Oh. Mr. Wonka is busy... isn't he?"
-Why would I? I'm a candy-maker, not a air-engineer.- Willy's voice rang out through the silence.
"Oh Lily, I know he didn't mean it. He's just frustrated... that's all. I'm sure that Mr. Wonka really didn't mean it."
-It is -so- my reason, Mr. Smartypants...- The words cut through the air in a hurtful childish manner.
Charlie chuckled, "Oh Lily, don't worry. Mr. Wonka was just saying what he always does. I know that he means no harm of it."
-Well, you should have thought before opening up your mouth.- Those words stung, and a cold breeze rustled through the grass.
Charlie shivered momentarily with a frown. But, he looked at Lily straight on while saying, "I know he shouldn't have said that. I know. But I also know he didn't mean it. So I won't fret over it. Okay?"
Lily gave a soft smile and nodded, snuggling up to Charlie.
"I'm sure that Mr. Wonka will be back down here to play with us, and everything will be fine."
Just at Charlie's words, the Elevator 'dinged' open, and Willy stepped outside, both arms free of any restriction. Sunny bounded out of seemingly no-where and greeted Wonka with a bleat.
Wonka bent over and picked up Sunny with both of his arms, snuggling her in close. "C'mon Charlie, let's go have some fun with our sugar sheep!"
Charlie rested quietly with his head pressed against his pillow lightly. He felt so content, his mind off somewhere in dreamland and sheep, and he wasn't intending anytime soon to change that routine. Charlie had fallen asleep during the flight about only an hour after the conversation with Wonka and he continued to sleep on, not to wake up once for the entire flight.
"Charlie," a voice seemed to be calling Charlie from the mists of beyond, breaking the images of the fields and valleys. "Charlie... time to get up." But Charlie didn't want to get up... not yet. He would just sleep for five more minutes... Yea, that would be nice...
Willy sighed, sat back down in the chair, and shook Charlie's shoulders lightly with his left hand.
"C'mon, Charlie," he said, "you've got to get up. The plane has landed. People are leaving," Wonka pointed to the people slowly disembarking from the plane. "See?"
Wonka heard Charlie mumble under his breath as he snuggled deeper into the pillow he was clutching onto. "Just ten more minutes Mum... "
Willy was taken aback. Mum... Mum? Wonka returned in annoyance, "Ten more minutes? I'm sorry, but, we don't have that," and he sat up with a hurt expression on his face. A passing stewardess giggled, and he shot her a stern glace in return before turning back to Charlie to continue, "and, I am most certainly not your Mother,"
Charlie's eyes suddenly flickered open and he looked up bleary-eyed at Willy. "Of course you're not my mother," he said sleepily, as he rubbed his eyes. "What ever gave you that silly idea, Mr. Wonka?"
Wonka gave a short breath, a sigh of annoyance really, then he grabbed Charlie's wrist and pulled him up and out of the seat and onto his feet. Willy let go of Charlie's wrist and said quickly, "We have to go."
The suddenness of being torn from his seat and stood upright woke Charlie up rather quickly and the images of his dream disappeared from memory and time, leaving Charlie with the feeling that he just had a long sleep.
He glanced around the plane, now fully aware of his surroundings, and the fact that there was nobody there. "I can see that," Charlie said, his brain now fully functional, rubbing his right wrist absentmindedly.
"Good," Wonka said quickly, still rather perturbed that Charlie had called him 'mum,' and that he was dilly-dallying. "Now, let's go. Let's not delay."
Charlie just nodded quickly as he had his bag handed to him by Wonka, saying nothing. He could just see the heat come off of Willy. It was amazing, Wonka's tension had increased ten fold, and Charlie knew that whatever he might have said was definitely not the cause.
As Wonka pulled back the curtain that separated the classes, a stewardess was standing there with a large grin. Willy gave a look of shock he recoiled backward, and breathed in sharply. He definitely did not expect her to be there at all.
Then, Wonka composed his face, and tried to walk around the attendant, but she just sweetly shoved to the side he was trying to go, and looking up at him. Charlie just stopped, and looked around Willy to see what the hold up was.
Wonka gave her a strange look, one of annoyance, then tried to walk on the, now wider, other side of the attendant. But she, just moved in his way again, keeping him from escape.
Willy cleared his throat. "Excuse me," he said, his annoyance with the stewardess now rising evidently out of his voice.
But she just stood there, as sweet as ever, looking up at Willy. Then, she suddenly piped up in that chipper voice, "Sorry that I have to bother you, Mr. Willy Wonka."
Oh gosh, Willy realized with resentment, it's that stewardess from earlier! Wonka forced a grin, and he looked down at her, one eyebrow raised expectantly. I -knew- I couldn't escape her forever!
Willy then said from between his teeth, "Oh... it's no problem." even Charlie could tell that Wonka emphasised 'problem', more he should have put emphasis on 'no'.
The stewardess, however, took no notice to the more-than-obvious hint that she was very annoying and just continued on her merry way, "I have to inform you, that outside they will have a limo waiting for you at the east side of the airport," she took a breath, "and it seems that some friends of yours seem to know you are here so they are going to greet you when you leave the plane."
Willy said nothing, but he nodded with a grin. Charlie was wondering if the same thing was going through Wonka's as was his. Charlie didn't want to be mean, but... What friends? Charlie was sure that Willy didn't have very many, and he was sure that they were definitely not in New York. He wondered, just who was that stewardess talking about?
"That's all?" Willy said, lifting an eyebrow and grinning in expectance, dearly hoping that, indeed, that was all.
"Yes..." she said, and she stepped to the side.
Wonka sighed, but just as he began to step through, she stood in front of him; now holding a clip board in front of her nervously. Obviously, this was the real reason she stopped Willy from leaving.
Wonka sighed again, but not out of relief. "What?"
"Uh... could you... could you," she stammered with her words, "could you... givemeyourautographplease?"
She had said the last part so quickly, that Wonka had not time to catch the words. Only Charlie seemed to have understood what she said. So, Willy turned to Charlie in mild confusion in hopes that he did understand.
"She said, Mr. Wonka, that she'd like to have your autograph."
Wonka's face turned from annoyance and confusion to udder surprise. She wants my... what? Of course, Willy has given out his autograph many-a-time. But that was years ago, way back when he was the talk of the nation. Oh wait... he was the talk of the nation.
Willy quickly changed his expression back to his grin and he said sweetly, "Oh yes! Oh, of course!" Wonka, with his eyes still on the stewardess, pulled out a red pen and clicked it. "Your name?"
"It's Mary."
She then held out the clipboard, and let Willy sign it.
Thank you for the Wonderful plane-ride Mary.
- Willy Wonka
Mary looked back at it, then pressed it to her chest with a large grin, "Oh, thank you! Thank you! I'll never forget it Mr. Willy Wonka!"
She then turned, dashed past him and out of sight.
Wonka just gingerly placed his pen back into his pocket and continued to walk forward with a fairly blank face. Charlie, who really didn't know exactly what to think about the whole situation, just followed his mentor, trailing behind by only a few feet.
They reached the point where they were to depart from, and a stewardess was holding the door open for them. Wonka was grateful when she didn't make any advances toward him. But, Willy had this inner feeling of dread that only moments later, he would be wishing that she just asked for his autograph.
The moment he placed a foot out of the doorway a loud eruption of talking increased and flashes of cameras suddenly impeded Willy's sight.
Down below the set of stairs were many, many reporters. Along side them were crowds of people, some of whom were obviously candy-goers or fans. The Police was even there to they keep crowds away from the plane and Wonka.
Willy stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn't believe it. Crowds of people and reporters had swarmed to see Charlie and himself. Once Charlie saw what Wonka had stopped to gape at, he couldn't believe it either. How did they manage to find out what flight that Wonka was arriving from?
Willy stood there, numb. He didn't know what to do; he didn't usually get publicity like this. He could only recount a couple of situations that were vaguely familiar to this particular one. One, when he opened up his factory. Two, when he closed down his factory. Three, when the ticket-winners were waiting to go inside his factory. During all of those times, he had been far away from the crowds and reporters, and he soon disappeared into his factory soon after the distant contact. But now, he was going to be walking into the crowd of reporters, rather than escape away from them.
Charlie gave Wonka a little nudge in the side when he stopped moving and the reporters started to give strange looks at one another when all Willy seemed to be doing was standing there looking like an idiot. A very surprised idiot. Some reporters were even writing in their notebooks, and Charlie knew all too well that was not going to be a very good thing at all.
Willy jumped ever so slightly when Charlie nudged him, but soon after realized why Charlie did that in the first place. He shot Charlie a nervous glance before almost robotically turning at the crowd with a large grin plastered across his face. Then, he descended the stairs as if nothing was the matter.
Charlie was astounded at how Wonka was taking the crowd. It was definitely not how he expected the scenario was going to turn out. He assumed that Willy was going to pull some sort of fit and faint. But here he was, handling it like a pro, like he never had a problem with large groups of people or reporters.
Just what was the difference? Why did Willy seem to handle this situation much better than the others? Well, Charlie thought at he followed Wonka down the stairs, it's not entirely a -bad- thing. But, he knew that there had to be a reason. No one could get over something like that in a matter of hours.
"Mr. Wonka! Could I talk to you for a moment?"
"Mr. Wonka, the viewers would like to know..."
"What does it feel like to have one of the largest companies in the world?"
A large group of reporters pounded him with questions the moment Willy Wonka was within range. But he just pressed pass them without as much as a word, only giving a wave whenever someone motioned to him that they would be taking a picture.
When Charlie, who was only a few feet behind Wonka, neared the reporters, they swarmed around him, causing him to stop in his tracks.
"How does it feel to be living with the great chocolateir?"
A question. For him. He answered with a nervous smile. "It's great-" But, Charlie was cut-off before he could finish his sentence.
The reporters shot Charlie more questions, microphones getting placed in front of him.
"Why are you living there?"
"What is it like inside?"
"I don't think I can answer those-" Just as Charlie was to finish his sentence, he was cut-off again.
"You were the finder of the last golden ticket?"
"Yes..."
"And you where also the one that won the special prize at the end?"
"Yes..."
"Could you explain in full what the special prize was?"
"No. I don't think I can answer that right now-"
Charlie was turned around, just to be bombarded with more questions about the factory, about the contest, about his home-life, about Wonka, about his family, about the prize, and so on. Charlie soon tried to walk away as Willy did, to escape, but the reporters didn't part for the little boy as they did for Wonka, oh no... they stayed put and still asked him questions.
"Why did you come with Willy Wonka on this trip? When did you decide to come? Did he make you come? Why are you supporting him? What are you going to do about this whole situation?"
"Because. Almost immediately. No. Because he's my friend. I dunno."
Charlie tried again to leave, but once they found out that answers were fairly easy to get out of the small boy, they turned on him with more and more questions.
Charlie was starting to get distressed, and slightly scared. It was horrible to have a whole group or strangers surround you and demand that you answer every one of their questions. There was a lot of shouting going on as the questions continued; every reporter was trying to get a piece of Charlie.
"I think that will be enough. Thank you very much," said a voice from behind Charlie, and some of the Reporters fell silent and some suddenly began scribbling in their notebooks.
Then, Charlie felt a tug at the collar of his shirt as he was half-dragged, half-turned around towards the person who was doing it.
Mr. Wonka! Charlie didn't say it, but he was sure glad to see that Wonka had backtracked to save Charlie from those reporters.
Wonka gave Charlie a wink and a smile, and ushered Charlie in front of himself. As they walked, he pulled Charlie in close with his left hand, to be sure that he wasn't going to be the subject of any more questions.
In fact, Willy was rather disgusted that they would jump upon first opportunity to corner Charlie and start asking him hundreds of questions. He knew that young children should never be put in that position. So he kept Charlie close, and walked as quickly as he could to get Charlie out of there.
"Mr. Wonka," a reporter stopped him with a microphone held not only two inches from his face, "could we ask you a few questions?"
Oh. So you ask me permission and not Charlie? He though bitterly, though, with a smile he returned, "No, we have to go, you see? Very busy."
"But- Our viewers have to know! Please?"
"No," with that said, Willy pushed past the reporter, and continued on.
It only took a minute or so to get past the last of the reporters. They didn't have to worry about them following Wonka, because the police were there, and they stopped them from following Willy any farther than they should. This thought made Charlie sigh out-loud in relief; he was very thankful that that was over.
Willy continued on without saying much, only, "They probably will still follow us until we get in our limo and there were definitely be people at the hotel we will be staying at." Wonka then pushed open the door of the airport.
Charlie sighed again, though not of relief. Having this much attention was tiring. Willy frowned, thinking about what happened to Charlie, but said nothing as they walked across the halls of the airport and to the east side of the airport and towards the limo.
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Much better, Willy thought as he rested his head against the black leathery surface of the limo seat. He was glad to be out of there, away from all those people. He knew that he would probably face all of that again, but for now, he'd just push it out of his mind and relax. Something that he really needed to do.
Wonka took a sideways glance at Charlie, to see how he was fairing after that tense and rather disturbing moment. Charlie was looking down, looking at his hands, his mind obviously thinking.
Willy sat up mechanically and looked towards Charlie.
Now it was Wonka's turn to worry. "Charlie, are you all right?"
Charlie turned to Willy with a grin, "I'm fine Mr. Wonka. It's just- it was scary."
"I understand," Wonka said. "I really think that they shouldn't have done that to you. They were taking advantage of the situation, and they knew that you wouldn't have any chance of moving away."
"Why did they do that, Mr. Wonka?"
"Because you are a little boy, Charlie. They know that it is preposterous to surround an adult, because an adult has more power. A little boy, on the other hand, does not. So it was very easy for them to surround and attack you with questions, making it nearly impossible for you to leave," Wonka said disgustedly. "But it's all right now. They're gone."
"Yeah..."
"Sorry if I am interrupting anything, but I need to inform you that we are nearing the Pepper Inn, the hotel that you are going to be staying at," said the driver from over the inter-com.
Wonka clicked the button and replied, "Thanks. Uh, could you tell us if there are any people around the building?"
A pause.
The driver responded, "Yes. There are some groups of people and some reporters. Why, sir?"
"Could you... um... Well, could you find some way around them? Both the young Bucket and I would really appreciate it if we would not be meeting these people today."
Another pause.
"I'll see what I can do."
"Good."
Charlie thought, they have people at the hotel too? How ever did they find out that they were staying at the Pepper Inn? Where did these reporters get this information? Charlie was starting to realize, that some people could be very annoying, and he was hoping that they would be able to evade from talking to the reporters.
"Mr. Wonka?" The driver said after a couple of minutes.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, but I will not be able to avoid the crowd. You'll just have to walk through them. Once again, I'm sorry."
Wonka sighed, something that he and Charlie tended to do a lot recently. "No, no... That's fine. No matter."
Wonka rubbed his temple. "Sorry, Charlie."
"Oh, it's fine. As long as I am near you, everything'll be OK."
Wonka looked forward and straightened his glasses, to be sure that they were still on. "Right."
Charlie looked out the window and saw that they were just pulling up to the Pepper Inn. There were, of course, people and reporters there to get in the way. The car stopped and the driver got out of the limo, and opened the door.
"Come out lad," he motioned to Charlie, who obeyed quickly and climbed out of the limo and stood beside the driver.
Wonka had already opened the door and emerged on the other side, straightening his top hat.
"Well," he said as he turned to Charlie, "let's get this show on the road!"
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They did it. They got past all of the reporters without much trouble. It actually wasn't nearly as bad as they thought it was going to be. The reporters weren't there to question Charlie or Wonka. In fact, after a couple of minutes they both suspected that they weren't reporters at all. They were only people set up to take pictures of both Wonka and Charlie.
The other people were just fans of Wonka Chocolates, and they just stood their distance, admiring Wonka from a-far. Both Charlie and Wonka found that their second run through the crowds was very easy.
Now they had to get to their room.
"Umm... I'm Willy Wonka, and you have a room reserved for me?" Wonka nervously asked as he spoke to the woman behind the front desk.
She smiled. "Of course."
She turned around momentarily and pulled a key off of a key rack and handed it to Willy.
"Here," she said, "this is the key to your room. It's on the sixth floor, room 601. OK?"
"Okay..." Wonka said, and he examined the key closely. "Um... hey... what does this number mean... 22639?"
"Oh, that. Nothing. I guess it was just the number of the key when they were all made. I really don't know why it isn't 601 like the room it's meant for. But... oh well," she gave a soft sigh then smiled.
Wonka gave a grin. "Yeah. I can understand that. Well, thank you very much, I'll see you later."
"Okay... buh-bye!" She gave a short wave before answering the phone that had been ringing for the entire conversation.
It looked like everything, for once, was going to work out nicely for Wonka and Charlie. They would have a chance to be alone and sort out their thoughts.
"C'mon Charlie, let's boogie!" Willy said with excitement as he and Charlie made their way towards the elevator.
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"I never really expected their elevator to be like that," Willy said, disappointed.
"Well," Charlie explained, "it could be the fact that their elevator doesn't have to go upways, downways, or sideways. It's just a normal elevator."
"Where's the fun in that?"
"There isn't."
"Oh. That's no fun at all..."
Charlie couldn't help but think that was very amusing. Wonka was going into the elevator, expecting it to be just like his, to add a touch of 'home' to this hotel. But Willy had forgotten the fact that he was the only one that had a glass elevator that could nearly do anything, and that nobody else had one. The defeat was rather amusing, for Wonka seemed to take it as a small child would if they were suddenly denied their favourite ice cream.
"Ah, here it is," Wonka said, pointing at a door labeled: 'Room 106 (reserved for Willy Wonka and company).'
"'Willy Wonka and Company?' What are they trying to do? Advertise the fact that we're are here?" Wonka frowned and pulled off the paper sign, then unlocked the door. "Maybe that's why they knew it was this hotel. I hope not, and I also hope that nobody comes knocking on our door."
The hotel room in itself was very nice. In fact, it wasn't really a room, it was more-or-less an apartment of sorts. It had all the proper necessities of surviving for the next couple of weeks. For it was, of course, a long-term hotel.
There was a small kitchen, a living room, a bathroom, and a bedroom. You could also say there was a 'dining room' too, but it really was an extension of the kitchen. The whole place, in itself, was fairly small, but not too small, also, not too big. Still, for Charlie it was very big compared to the Bucket's house, but tiny compared to the factory.
Wonka looked at it was his hand on his hip in an examining matter.
"Hmm..."
Charlie turned to Willy, "what is it?"
"Something's missing," Wonka said, looking down the hall with furrowed eyebrows.
Charlie looked around, but he couldn't see anything wrong. "What?"
"No bedroom-"
"Yes there is! Right there, see?"
Wonka shook his head, "no... no... I don't mean that. Yes there is a bedroom. I mean... another one. I was hoping after the phone call that they'd sort this all out." Wonka sighed
"What do you mean?"
Willy began to explain. "You see, Charlie, they thought that only I was coming. At least, that's what I think that's what they thought. Anyway, when I told them that you were coming too, they still couldn't book a place with two bedrooms. They said we'd have to make due with just one. That means one bed too."
"So... they only got one bed?"
"Yes." Willy rubbed his temple. "I guess they either forgot you were coming... or... they couldn't get another bed."
How was he supposed to sort this out? He couldn't share a single bed with Charlie! Outrageous! He would have to put up with different arrangements until he could sort out this problem. An idea hit Willy.
"I know," Wonka exclaimed, jabbing his finger in the air in realization.
"What?"
"One of us will sleep on the couch," Willy pointed at the three-seater that was positioned against the wall. "At least, until I get this bed thing sorted out."
Charlie grinned. "All right, I'll sleep on the couch."
"Nuh-uh!"
"Why not?"
"Cause... I said so."
"That's not a good reason."
Willy looked like he was going to sigh, when his face lit up. "I have a brilliant idea!"
"What?"
"How about this: When it is close to bedtime, we both sit on the couch, then whoever falls asleep on the couch first gets carried off to the bed, and the other sleeps on the couch. Kay?"
Charlie thought this over quickly. It seemed fair enough, though it did seem like an odd idea. "Okay." Then, he shook Willy's hand in confirmation of the idea.
"Good," Willy said with a grin. "Now, let's get our stuff together."
Their luggage had been brought up just before they did, which was probably planned by the companies of AMERICA TODAY and FRIDAY EVENING LIVE, but Wonka and Charlie didn't mind too much. Wonka's reason: Charlie didn't have to help. Charlie's reason: Wonka didn't have to over-exert himself.
So they went on their merry way carefully un-packing some things, and organizing for easy access later. That is, until Charlie caught on to Willy's 'brilliant idea'.
"Hey... wait!" Charlie suddenly exclaimed, dropping his shirt back in the suitcase and looking at Willy with his hands on his hips.
Wonka was hanging up one of his coats in a closet when Charlie suddenly made the outburst, and poked his head around the corner. "What?"
"I can't carry you!"
Willy looked confused. "Why, whatever do you mean, dear Charlie?"
"You said that whoever falls asleep first gets carried to the bed. But the problem is, I can't carry you at all. So, you'd sleep on the couch even if you fell asleep first."
Wonka have a very poorly acted surprised look. "Oh my... I never saw it that way..."
"-And... you can probably carry me, so... that means, you'd still be sleeping on the couch; because you'd carry me off to bed."
Willy just smiled, bent over, and grabbed another coat, then began to hang it up. "Oh well," he said with his grin hidden from behind the closet door, "I guess that we will have to go on with that plan anyways... You can't break a handshake. Especially a chocolatier's handshake. Oh no, that would be a horrible thing to do."
His grin grew wider. "So, I guess that means that you'll have to sleep in the bed no matter what."
Charlie looked at Wonka with slight annoyance. But not at Willy. Charlie was annoyed with himself. How could he not see that it was Wonka's plan all along? He should have thought it out much more clearly. Oh well, he knew he couldn't deny it now. Willy worked so hard on his plan, Charlie at least thought he did, and he didn't want to spoil Wonka's amusement.
"Fine. But I know that you were planning it the whole time," Charlie said with a grin and crossed arms.
He heard a clatter of a coat hanger being hung, and a snug little giggle from behind the closet. "Why ever would you think that?"
Charlie approached the closet. "Because you're Willy Wonka."
"I am, aren't I?" he returned with a sly grin.
Authors Thoughts – This chapter was oh-so fun to write, even though I discarded 3000 words in the process. But, never-the-less… it was fun. I really hate some reporters now because of this. Stoopid reporters… -grr- Yes, yes… much fun (like usual.) I hope you enjoy!
Wonka-Land Info – More stuff will be in the next chap.
Plane # - Aha! Two people got it. Yup, it means gum. Smart Peoples. I wonder if I did anymore of that kind of thing… -shifty eyes-
Charlie's Dream – No, Lily don't have that personality. Charlie just as her representing the doubt and the reason in his mind. She's just helping him think things though. You gotta love dreams.
Pepper In – I just love the name of this hotel. Yes, it is a long-term hotel, or more or less, a short-term apartment. It's pretty high-class, so both Wonka and Charlie would be comfortable.
Sleeping Arrangements – Just how will they sort it out? –hmm-
Chapter Eighteen Preview – What's going to happen now? Willy and Charlie have some free time on their hands. What's better than exploring New Yorks shops? Boy, will this be fun.
About the Reviews – Merci pour les reviews mes amies!
My Beta-Reader – I thank my beta-er so much, plus, I thank her for saying that this was one of her top favorites too.
Important Note: Please Review. I want to 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.).