War of the Wonkas

(A/N: Sorry this first part is short! It's hard to divide this story into parts. Enjoy it!)

One lovely day in Willy Wonka's factory...What do you mean which one? There's more than one?! What kind of world...Sigh. Let's see now, it began on a cool evening in the /chocolate/ haired Wonka. Not the frizzy lemon haired one.

Charlie and Wonka were finishing up their new work, and strolled through the Marshmallow Meadow.

"This is wonderful!" Charlie announced.

Wonka smiled at him and nodded, "It turned out better than I knew it would!"

Charlie laughed, and picked himself a chunk of marshmallow from the ground. He then ripped it in half and gave a piece to Wonka. Wonka happily accepted and both chewed on the gooeyness.

A few minutes later, and Charlie stared into the distance.

"M-Mr. Wonka!" He stuttered, not moving a muscle.

"Huh?" Wonka said, a slight not-realizing-he's-talking tone.

"There's someone over there! It's not an Oompa-Loompa, I'm sure."

Willy then looked to where the boy had been staring. He saw something, too. Whatever it was, he didn't want Charlie to be near it. "I'll go check it out." He said.

Charlie then exclaimed, "No, let me go with you!"

"You can't. Just. I'll be back in a flash, 'kay?" He half smiled, and walked off.

Charlie sighed, and watched him trudge on with his cane.