Since he never had kids of his own, Willy Wonka had to rely on a hair-brained scheme he concocted to find an heir, plant a series of tickets for a grand tour of his factory and whatever kid he deemed the most loyal would become his inheritor. Soon after the Wonka Bars with the tickets went out, the amazing chocolatier admitted to himself that the scheme was a disaster, it seemed that with every new Golden Ticket being discovered, it was the worst of humanity that was getting selected to possibly inherit his throne. He only claimed success at the very end when a powerless, naturally-submissive and starving young boy claimed the final Golden Ticket and beat the other children to remain the last guest standing. This boy was everything Wonka needed, he had the imagination to continue his legacy after he left, but he was docile enough that he could still control him while he was alive, and because of that things at the factory were going great, that was until the boy wanted more from life and life responded by kicking him in the groin. The amazing chocolatier's heir was out of it for weeks on end and Wonka thought he could jolt him back to normal by scaring him, and so his next genius plan was to throw him into the lifeblood of the factory, the chocolate river, in order to get him to panic and jump out before he drowned. Unfortunately, the heir did not immediately respond to being thrown into the sweet, warm goo below and quickly sank out of view, sending a chill running down the amazing chocolatier's spine. If his heir had drowned, that meant he would need to find a new heir and he could not possibly hope on finding another heir as loyal, as perfect as the one he had just allowed to perish right below him. But fortunately, he was spared from having to guide another batch of bratty children and their guardians around his factory when at the last moment, out burst his heir from the chocolate river, all drenched in the delectable substance just like Augustus Gloop all those years ago.

But, unlike the chubby German kid, Charlie was able to climb his way out of the chocolate river, sneezing and coughing up melted chocolate that had gotten into his body after he had splashed into the river, all the while screaming at his mentor for what he did to him, "Why did you do that, Wonka?! I could've drowned!"

And, in true Wonka fashion, the amazing chocolatier kept his cool when speaking and calmly replied to his heir's question in a most literal tone, "Don't worry about that, you know the Oompa Loompas in the Chocolate Room are trained to swim in the chocolate river in case they fall in, they're more than prepared to handle a rescue mission."

Forgetting the fact these Oompa Loompas were trained to be lifeguards as well as agricultural workers, and the implications that that had with respect to them letting the aforementioned Augustus get sucked up by a pipe while they broke out into a musical number instead of helping him out of the river, Charlie focused on what Wonka told the first victim and turned it back onto his mentor, retorting, "Wait, I thought you said the chocolate in the river must never come into contact with human hands, let alone a whole human body?"

"Oh, come on, that's just something I said to keep Gloop's fat fanny from drinking the entire river. Again, the Oompa Loompas jumped in during their spontaneous performance to do a synchronized swimming session and I didn't say a word. Think about it, did I ever drain the river after he fell in? And, forget a human body, I have a whole boat permanently stationed in the river for gosh sakes."

There Wonka went again, the heir thought, claiming the Oompa Loompas had no idea what would happen to the Golden Ticket winners during their tour, but Charlie had learned long ago that is was pointless to argue with the amazing chocolatier about all the accidents that occurred in his factory. So instead, he decided to criticize his typically prudish mentor's choice of words, replying, "Don't say fanny, Wonka, you know it means something different this side of the Atlantic."

"From where I stand it's perfectly clean, unlike you."

"And who's fault is that?"

Even with his entire face covered in melted chocolate, Charlie's blue eyes glowed from beyond the brown glaze that covered his body and in a move that looked as if he borrowed from none other than Veruca, he stared angrily at Wonka for throwing him into the chocolate river and then having the audacity to toy with him afterwards. And, while Wonka often failed to read social cues, there was something about an angry Charlie that immediately told him something was terribly wrong. He had shaken Charlie out of his depressed state, but now he had to get him back to his normal, joyful self.

The first step in restoring the heir to his normal state included Wonka pulling out a purple handkerchief with his stylized W monogramed in the middle of the cloth from his vest's pocket and dangling it over the Good Boy, while saying, "Here, my dear boy, wipe your face with this."

Charlie immediately grabbed the piece of cloth from his mentor's face and wiped away the hardening chocolate from his face and hands for safe measure, luckily this caring gesture somewhat eased the strong emotions the heir felt for his mentor, giving Wonka enough leeway to begin dispensing some much needed life advice to his heir, "You know, it might help you move on if you knew that I know exactly how you're feeling. I know what it's like to have things end with the love of your life."

Willy Wonka was a complex man, Charlie knew this, but this revelation was a bit too much for him to accept at face value, and the heir made his skepticism of this turn of events known by responding, "What are you talking about, Wonka? You never told me you had a love interest."

"Oh yes, I did, years before you were even born, around the time I opened the first Wonka store on Cherry Street. Leslie Wright, oh how I thought I had finally found someone who understood me and cared for the same interests. If I needed someone to accompany me on trips to businesses to buy my ingredients in bulk, Leslie was there, if I needed someone to taste test my latest creation, Leslie was there, heck, if I just wanted to talk, Leslie was there. Those were some of the happiest years of my life, but alas things didn't turn out like I had dreamt. We decided mutually to end the relationship then and there, and that, Charlie, is the only decision I ever made that I've regretted and I've done so every day of my life since then."

The amazing chocolatier's story was truly moving on it's own right, but it didn't seem to help Charlie since in Wonka's case Leslie didn't break up with him, they both agreed to separate. Nevertheless, the heir was still intrigued by this never-before revealed part of his mentor's past and wished to learn more about the events that led to such a tragic outcome, and so he asked, "But, why did you two separate if you were so happy together? What happened between you two?"

In true Wonka fashion, the amazing chocolatier did not just refuse to answer the question directly, he also covered everything under a veneer of mystery and intrigue, as such when he described the main obstacle that kept him and his beloved apart, "Well, Charlie, it's not that anything happened between us, per se. It's just that things were...different back then. The world's a much more open-minded place now."

The confused look on his heir's face after attempting to comprehend the near cryptic message was enough to make Wonka shift the conversation away from himself and back to the Good Boy where he tried to pass on an important life lesson, claiming, "What I'm trying to say, Charlie, is that you should learn from my mistakes and not stay fixated on someone you can't be with. If you don't want to change the path you are on right now, then you are doomed to make the same mistakes I did."

So, there was it, the secret to a happy life post-heart-wrenching breakup was going out into the world and finding someone new. But, even though the solution appeared to be simple, Charlie's memory of Veruca was just too strong to forget and move on as Wonka advised, and so he quickly came to the logical conclusion of his conundrum, and exclaimed, "Oh, dear God, I'm going to die alone!"

"With that defeatist attitude, of course you will. I'm just trying to make you realize that every other young man throughout the history of humanity has gone through what you're going through right now. I know you also struggle with the feeling that you're too different for this world, but now you being dumped makes you no different than anybody else, remember that."

But no matter how encouraging Wonka's words were, Charlie could not find the strength to move on, the memory of Veruca weighed him down so much that he had to admit he was not strong enough, saying, "But, Wonka, I don't know if I can move on. I put so much emotional energy into the relationship and having it stripped from me now makes me feel incomplete, like a failure."

Even after being shaken out of his depressive state, the Good Boy was still shackled to the breakup that was holding him back, luckily, Wonka had just the solution for that, and so he mentioned, "I think I have a solution, I talk to someone when I'm feeling down in the dumps, and I mean really talk, like deep conversations. I'll call them down here, but first go take a shower, shave yourself and put on some nice clean clothes. Then meet me in the main corridor after that. That's an order from your boss."

Without much hesitation, Charlie got off the Swudge and did as he was told. There was something peaceful about returning to his obedient self that he enjoyed the feeling of, he no longer felt useless, he felt productive and needed. But little did Charlie know that he was about to go on a journey through his mind and learn the truth about why he felt the way he did.