Willy Wonka created his factory to be an extension of himself, he always channeled his creativity into his work, resulting in the most creative tasting sweets known to man, but that also meant when things went south in his life his product suffered as well. Unfortunately, the amazing chocolatier had experience with such phenomena; when Charlie rejected Wonka's first offer to move into the factory to become his apprentice without his family, Wonka spiraled into a period of depression where the quality of his candies suffered because of it. It wasn't until he agreed to allow the entire Bucket family to move into the factory that the quality improved and sales returned to their normal levels, but it showed the amazing chocolatier that his emotional state certainly had an effect on the success of the business. But now that Charlie was his heir and he was as integral to the running of the factory as he was, Wonka feared that Charlie's diminished outlook on life would begin to infect their products as well, like a virus spreading amongst a population. And so, for the sake of his own legacy, Wonka had to find a way to break the spell of doom and gloom that had overcome his heir, unfortunately, he lacked many of the qualities needed to make someone great at giving emotional support, like patience. Now, if the Good Boy's attempt at a relationship with Veruca was symbolic of anything, it would be the fact that he always saw the best in people, and apart from the little brute, Wonka had been the greatest beneficiary of such pure-heartedness. Just like the brat, Wonka had done many questionable things throughout his life, yet Charlie always remained loyal to him, and now the world's greatest candymaker saw it as his duty to repay Charlie for how gracious he had been to him.

Wonka peered his head and eventually half of his body though the gap in the floor to enter into the crawlspace where he found his heir contemplating the failures of his life, but in hopes of getting him into a better mental state, Wonka asked Charlie, "My dear boy, how are you doing? I haven't seen you in a while, it's been like...um...two weeks since you last showed up to work, hehe."

And without even turning his head to face his mentor and best friend, Charlie simply continued to look up towards the celling and uttered a simple response, "Two weeks already, huh? It felt longer."

Not getting much out of his cordial introductory question, Wonka decided to up the ante and probe his heir about his feelings towards his duties, asking, "So, for how long are you planning on staying up here? Your work is beginning to pile up."

While normal Charlie could never leave work with even a single document left unreviewed, his absence at work caused a back log, leaving Wonka to pick up the slack, although he could not get through it all in time before the end of the day. Not only that, but since the once enthusiastic Charlie had been reduced to emotional rubble, all the care and attention he poured into his work had been replaced by sorrow and disillusionment, resulting in him retorting, "Let it pile up, it's not like it matters."

This Charlie was not the caring boy Wonka first met all those years ago and he did not like what he was seeing now, and with that playful yet aggressive banter of his the amazing chocolatier fired back at his loopy heir, "What do you mean it doesn't matter? The business could suffer if you don't get back to work. Who am I going to make taste the new creations I'm not certain of?"

"I thought that was what the Oompa Loompas were for," Charlie sniped back, again without even moving his head to face his master.

Small talk did not seem to get Wonka anywhere with his heir, but that was probably a good thing because he dreaded meaningless banter. So instead, the master chocolatier stopped beating around the bush and lunged in completely at the problem keeping the Good Boy in his room, telling him, "You know, I'm sorry about what happened to you, and while I might not have that much experience in the field of dating, I can tell that you're heartbroken. You think this is end of the world, you feel like you are falling down a dark, endless pit. Hehe, hey, kind of like The Bad Nut."

Unsurprisingly, Charlie started crying when he heard that name, but Wonka did not know what about The Bad Nut made his heir start bawling his eyes out, and even though he was averse to physical contact, the master chocolatier still cared enough for his heir that he conquered his own fears for a moment and carefully maneuvered his right palm over Charlie's shoulder, padded him, and pleaded with him, "Please, Charlie, stop...crying. I know it hurts right now, but I also know you're strong and you'll overcome this, and I know exactly how you'll do that!"

"How?"

"You're still young, to go out to a club or wherever it is the youth meet up these days. The salad shop, maybe?"

The tears stopped rolling out of Charlie's eyes at the same time he was forced to come to terms with Wonka's lack of knowledge on contemporary social life as was to be expected considering his hermit status. But, now as his heir's facial expression changed from one of despair to one of confusion, the master chocolatier took advantage of this shift and tried to clarify what he was advocating for, adding, "My point is, go out and find someone else. There's billions of people out there, Charlie, don't get hung up on one person when things didn't work out between you two."

Despite his vast knowledge about the world's most exotic flavors and the candy-making process, Charlie could tell Wonka could still not grasp how others approached social interaction, especially those with less than desirable social skills like himself, and so he attempted to correct the assumptions his mentor had made during their pep talk, replying, "Even if I could just walk up and talk to a girl without her rejecting me up front, you still don't get it, Wonka. I don't want some other girl, I want her but she doesn't even want to see me again."

"And, what do you plan on doing with your life now, staying in bed until you die?"

What was intended to be a rhetorical question from his mentor unfortunately became a viable option for the mourning Charlie, and without any hesitation at all, he simply responded, "Why not? I already feel dead inside and it's not like I have better prospects on the horizon."

It seemed like Wonka had hit the same brick wall that the rest of the Bucket family encountered when trying to get Charlie out of his bed, he was in a state of depression over his first breakup, and because of his lack of experience he just could not imagine a world where his life was better than it was before the breakup. It immediately became clear to Wonka that if Charlie did not get out of bed after two weeks of smelling like a locker room then no words would do the trick, if he wanted his heir out and about, he would have to do it himself. Without any hesitation from the Good Boy, Wonka stuck his arms under Charlie's body and pulled him out of bed. He did not weigh much, but it was not like Wonka had much upper body strength either. The amazing chocolatier instantly began trembling from carrying a fully grown adult down a narrow ladder, but he knew he had to do it not just for the financial wellbeing of his company, but for the emotional wellbeing of his heir and friend. Wonka pleaded with Mrs. Bucket to open the door, which she immediately obliged, but when she asked where Wonka was taking Charlie he simply told her to stay inside and trust him. As red-clad Oompa Loompas toiled away in the Chocolate room, picking the crops and landscaping the field, Wonka carried the Good Boy across the magnificent room, all the while ignoring all of the amazing products growing in his most prized room and continuing to stare down towards the arteries of the factory, the chocolate river. With each step he took, Wonka thought his arms would give out too early and he would drop Charlie right on the Swudge, fortunately, his minimal body strength lasted long enough to get him and his heir to the edge of the chocolate river, where, without hesitation and a sense of relief afterwards, the amazing chocolatier dropped the Good Boy into the sticky, gooey substance flowing below.

A big bloom of liquid chocolate splashed out of the river the moment Charlie's body impacted the concoction, with some of it even landing on Wonka's shoes. Although concerns for Charlie's emotional wellbeing had to take a seat back to his physical wellbeing in order for his plan to be successful, Wonka had overestimated how fast the Good Boy would react to being thrown into the chocolate river and instead of immediately crawling his way out, the chocolate in the river remained stagnant. Without even as much as a few air bubbles rising to the surface, Wonka began to process the fact he might have made a terrible mistake throwing someone who had lost interest in life into a body of thick liquid.

And with shock overcoming him all the amazing chocolatier could say was, "Oh, my goodness, I'm going to have to send out another five Golden Tickets now."