On his way back to the factory, Mr Wonka kept looking behind him. He felt different. Almost relieved. Though he was disappointed that things did not work as well as he had hoped, he felt a large weight off his shoulders and proud to have been able to admit his mistakes. Though she was still furious at him, he was glad to see Miss Vicky again. Even if it was for the last time. He did not expect to profess his love for her in front of a complete stranger as well. He certainly felt different than ever before.

"Mr. Wonka! Where have you been?" He looked up to see Charlie run out the door over to the gates. The boy was worried. "I saw you leave and I didn't know where you were going!"

"It's alright, Charlie." Mr. Wonka sighed. "I just needed to take a walk…"

"WILLY... WONKA!"

Suddenly, Charlie heard a familiar voice yelling from somewhere across the street. He looked over to see who it was. His face lit up. "Mr. Wonka! Mr. Wonka! It's Miss Vicky!"

"Oh, dear. She's here." He panicked. "She's gonna kill me! I know it!"

Charlie rolled his eyes. "She's not going to kill you! She's coming over to talk... or scold you! But at least she's here!"

The boy watched her running closer to the factory. He noticed she was may have been sprinting over from a few blocks to catch up to Mr. Wonka. Her dark hair was no longer tied up into a bun as it was now flowing down, somewhat disheveled from all that running.

"Charlie go back inside and just... go get your family!" Willy Wonka saw the boy run inside. Still panicking, he decided to start walking away quickly. Hoping to lead her somewhere else. She did not look any happier as he knew that they had to get into yet another argument. However, he was relieved to know she was running over to speak with him instead of avoiding him.

"Willy Wonka now you've done it!" Miss Vicky bellowed as she was more furious than ever. "I've been fired from my job! I hope you're happy now!" She finally caught up with him but Mr. Wonka just kept on walking.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Vicky." He replied calmly. "I guess it just wasn't meant to be."

"That's all you can say?!" She huffed but then calmed down, walking beside him. "No matter. I'll find another job. Maybe in a grocer or a tailor…"

Mr. Wonka halted and gently took her arm to stop her. Surprised she did not jerk it back this time, he let it go quickly. "You honestly think you'd be truly happy working in those places? Come now, Vicky. I know you better than that."

She faced him, crossing her arms and glaring. "I'd be much happier without you ruining everything like you always do. This is just another one of your games."

"You don't mean that." He frowned and stepped closer to her, leaning in. "Look me in the eye and say that you did not have that elation of feeling the happiest when you made candy… and with me."

Miss Vicky tried to avoid his gaze. Those beautiful, violet eyes were distracting her again and seeing the glorious sun setting behind him did not help. She stuck her nose up in the air in haste. However, Mr. Wonka knew she was trying to avoid the question. He reached into his pocket and took out a heart shaped lollipop still in its wrapper; one of Miss Vicky's Valentine's Day Lovepops. He ripped off the wrapper and in his grip, the small, pink candy began to grow into a large, crimson red heart as it began beating rapidly.

Mr. Wonka's lips curled into a smirk. "If this was just another game and I lied about my feelings for you, how do you explain this? Your mood-pops never lie. You told me that. Annoying how right you were, huh?"

She narrowed her eyes at him and snatched the lollipop away from him. However, it did not change its form as it remained a large, crimson red beating heart. It was impossible. She was still furious at him. How could she still be in love with him? Then she started growing furious at herself. She was supposed to hate him. However, she could no longer lie to herself any longer. She really did miss him and was still in love with him all along. Oh, how disappointed she was in herself.

Tossing the candy away, she turned to walk away but the persistent Mr. Wonka stood in front of her, blocking her path. They were already past his factory and it was getting dark but he had to lead her somewhere else. He began stepping forward, forcing her to walk backwards. He was not going to let her get away this time.

He locked eyes with her and grinned. "Don't lie to me, Vicky." His voice was stern and he could tell Miss Vicky was at full attention. "Let's say I promise I will never see you again or never try to interfere with your work or never try to compete. If you had the chance to make candies again, would you?" He stopped and kept his focus on her.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, finally staring back into his eyes. "I'd love to make candies again, more than anything but I just can't. I'm finished. I'm giving it up, Willy."

"Oh poppycock! The Vicky Adams I know is not a quitter." Mr. Wonka stopped at a gate and smirked. "You can't give it up. From one candy-maker to another, what would I do… with this?" He reached to his side and pulled a rope that sent a sheet falling down, revealing a sign that lit up above the now lit, candy cane gate that read "Miss Vicky's".

Miss Vicky stared at the sign in awe and saw more lights illuminated, revealing a brand new factory behind it. The pink, purple, and red buildings were bright with an array of multicolored smoke coming out of the chimneys. It was much bigger and more beautiful than what she remembered.

She stared at the structures in pure awe. "Willy! What in the world…"

He stepped beside her, gazing at her new factory. "You see, Vicky, for a long time I was so caught up in the competition that I forgot how much I love making candy. Once we started working together, you reminded me how wonderful it really is. What I did was rotten and low. I don't expect your forgiveness. I just want you to be happy again."

She still could not believe what was happening. Overwhelmed with joy she replied. "Oh, Willy! This is too much! How in the world did you do it?!"

"Your robots helped me, of course." He smiled. "They had every blueprint of your factory stored. If you never wanted to make candy again, you should have erased their systems. Hmph!"

The spark was back in her eyes as she pressed the blue button on the intercom and the smooth voice sounded. "Welcome home, Miss Vicky."

The gates opened and the first thing she saw was a snowy courtyard like she remembered. The pathway leading to the magenta doors was a row of ice sculptures of trees, flowers, angels, dinosaurs, and a girl dancing. Miss Vicky's face grew pink recognizing the last sculpture of a familiar kissing couple. It was one of her and Willy Wonka. Suddenly, a man peaked from behind it dressed in a suit of leather black belts and his hands were made of scissors.

"Thank you, Edward!" Mr. Wonka smiled. "They look great!" The strange man glanced at Mr. Wonka and grinned at Miss Vicky before scurrying away.

Lost for words, Miss Vicky looked around and stared at the large, old magenta door. It was same door from her family's factory only it was reconstructed and stood even more beautiful than ever. "You've even rebuilt the door…" She placed her palm on it, feeling the familiar texture of the wood. She turned around and smiled at Mr. Wonka.

"Come on!" Mr. Wonka giggled in delight. "We can't very well see inside the factory from out here!" He opened the door for her and led her in to give her the tour.

It was all how she remembered it. Her father's and her relatives' portraits were fully restored and hung back on the wall in the main hallway. Every floor, room, and machine was back in business. To Miss Vicky's astonishment, she found not only two of her robots but several more of them working again. Everything was running perfectly and she could not wait to get started on new ideas right away.

They stepped outside her new factory and gazed at it. It had to be just a dream. It was too good to be true. Her thoughts got the best of her as her lips turned into a small pout. "Willy, if this is some silly ploy to make me forgive you…" She glanced up at him as her pout turned into a smirk. "Then it's working. This is unbelievable!"

She sighed and glanced around again before taking a step closer to him. "And I'm sorry about everything too. I should have shown you more appreciation for your hospitality. I have to admit, I rather enjoyed torturing you all those years. I'm just as bad as those kids that visited your factory last year... except Charlie, of course. He's a complete angel. But now I understand why you felt you had to take it that far."

"And I still regret it…" He frowned. "And you're not as bad as those rotten kids. You were worse. I was actually terrified of you." Mr. Wonka looked at her seriously but then began giggling as Miss Vicky could not help but join in. They laughed for a few moments until Mr. Wonka stopped to stare into her eyes again. He continued. "Could we please start over and go back to making candy again?"

"Of course." She glanced around again, still overwhelmed. "But Willy, you didn't need to do all this! This is more than what I had ever hoped for. Why all this for me?"

He leaned in closer as his lips were inches away from hers. "It's because I love you, silly! Hee hee!"

They laughed and then she leaned into give him a soft kiss. If this was not a sign of forgiveness, Mr. Wonka did not know what it was. He gladly returned the kiss, holding her into a loving embrace.

"Aw, gross! Not again!" It was Charlie walking over with his parents and grandparents following behind him. The kissing candy-makers pulled away from each other and began to chuckle. The boy ran over to Miss Vicky to give her a hug. He knew that she could not stay away for long especially when he knew the big surprise Mr. Wonka had for her.

Once they caught a glimpse of Miss Vicky's new factory, they started at it in awe. Mrs. Bucket's eyes were beginning to well up as she discovered the sweet thing Willy Wonka has done for Miss Vicky. Everyone was praising Mr. Wonka for all the work he has done and all embraced Miss Vicky to welcome her back.

She grinned as she linked her arm with Mr. Wonka's gazing at her amazing new factory. He looked down at her, grinning proudly. "So what do you think?!" He asked.

Suddenly, Miss Vicky frowned, shaking her head in disapproval. This expression was not comforting to Willy Wonka, after all the work he did.

"It won't do, Willy." She replied seriously.

"What do you mean!?" He asked in bewilderment and in anger. "I thought that's how you wanted it and I worked so hard on it and everything's perfectly placed and... and … I don't believe you!"

She sighed. "Willy, how are we possibly going to make candies together when our factories are too far apart?" Then she grinned. "I can't do it again without you. Your factory must be extended into mine."

Mr. Wonka's face lit up and smiled brightly. Then he paused, raising a brow in deep thought. "I don't know Miss Vicky Adams, I would have to consult my assistant." He looked over at Charlie who wore the biggest smile as he nodded enthusiastically.

"Very well. How about a company merger?" Mr. Wonka cleared his throat. "You and me… joint venture… joint enterprise… us intertwined? Two become one... "

Before Willy Wonka could go on, his words were suddenly muffled by Miss Vicky's lips. This time, Charlie did not mind seeing them in yet another passionate lip lock. Once they pulled away, Mr. Wonka smiled his brightest. Charlie and his family looked over at the candy-makers in a joyous fit of laughter. His mother, in Mr. Bucket's arms, was blowing her nose as tears came falling from her eyes.

Miss Vicky pulled away and smirked. "I think that's a splendid idea but under one condition, Willy."

"Anything!" He grinned.

"Would you do the cocoa bean worship dance for me?"

And so, the feud of gum and chocolate has far become a thing of the past and Charlie Bucket has helped achieve it so. But Willy Wonka has achieved something even better, something he never bothered looking for... Love. And one thing was absolutely certain... he really did the cocoa bean worship dance.

THE END

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