Hi readers, I'm finally back! I am very sorry for not being active on Fanfiction for quite some time. I've had a very rough two months with college along with some family issues going on at the same time. But hey, it's great to be back! Response time:

LinkWonka88, I'm very glad that you enjoyed this chapter and you shall find out about the Television Room and whether Wonka gets over his disappointment.

Sonny April, well, you're in quite for a treat! (no pun intended) Thanks for the correction about the word 'caked', I've used that word far too often in my fics and you do bring out a very good point about it. Also, I did check out the "Charlie and Mike and the Chocolate Factory" fic after you told me about it. I read it and I actually enjoyed it!

John Hammond, you shall find out very soon and yes, some of the other characters will make appearances throughout the story but I'm not telling who!

Tristan, it's a tad too late to say that! Mike wins the factory in this fic and it's just an AU.

Guest, I'm so glad you've enjoyed this fic and yes, a part of me does think that Mike deserved to win since Charlie and Grandpa Joe stole Fizzy Lifting Drinks.

Now, on to the story! :D

After Mrs. Teevee recovered from her severe motion sickness, Willy led the Teevees outside the factory door, where the large crowd loudly cheered.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Here is the winner of my contest and... my new heir!" the chocolatier announced with fake enthusiasm as the crowd cheered even louder.

Some people were aggressively waved their tiny American flags and a pair of unkept hippies raised a tattered Arizona flag. Mike was at first overwhelmed by the sight of the wild crowd all cheering for him. When he saw his home state's flag and the many TV stations cameras pointing directly at him, Mike let out a huge smile. At that moment, he realized that he finally became a TV star. Willy shakily gave the tiny cowboy his large golden key to the Inventing Room.

The candyman gently placed his hand onto Mike's shoulder and let out a fake smile, struggling to conceal his disappointment. Mike did not mind the anchormen and women from all over the globe interviewing him this time around as he was proud of himself for finally fulfilling his longtime dream. Once all of the media finally left the factory gates, Mike looked at the candyman with a huge smile.

"Hey Mr. Wonka, you're absolutely right! I didn't need to be an actor to be a TV star! The whole world loves me now! I can't wait to move here!" the tiny cowboy happily exclaimed, jumping up and down.

Willy let out another fake smile.

"I'm so glad to hear that." he flatly replied, watching the colorful sunset.

"Mike, could you please stop jumping like a maniac?!" Mrs. Teevee sternly scolded her overjoyed son.

He immediately stopped jumping and rolled his wide blue eyes.

"Come on mom, aren't you happy for me?!" he snapped.

"Of course I am, I just want you to behave!" she replied.

Willy blocked out the Teevees' arguing, still watching the darkening sunset and thinking about Charlie. He could not get the blond boy and his grandfather out of his mind. As the sun had sunk towards the ground, Willy snapped out of his thoughts and gestured the Teevees towards the exit.

"Thank you both for coming and I'm very happy that you will be the heir of my factory. Travel safe and see you both in June." Willy told them as he feebly shook Mike's hand.

"Bye Mr. Wonka!" Mike happily cried as he and his mother walked out of the gates.

As Willy silently watched the pair disappear into the twilight, he heard Mike yell: "VICTORY IS MINE! YEE HAW!" followed by two loud clicking noises from a distance.

The candyman let out a heavy sigh upon hearing the sound of Mike's toy pistol clicking and slowly trudged back into the mysterious chocolate factory, already dreading to just see the Teevees again.

Early the next morning, the Teevees rushed for their flight back home. At the airport, the paparazzi hounded mother and son, aggressively snapping their cameras at them. Mrs. Teevee covered her face with her purse while Mike happily posed for the media, clutching his beloved gun.

"We don't have time for this Mike!" Mrs. Teevee retorted as she yanked her tiny son by the wrist.

Just walking to the terminal seemed like an eternity to Mrs. Teevee as they barely made their five hour flight on time. On the plane, Mike could see his fellow passengers watching him and his mother from afar. He fiddled with his gun and stuffed his face with the free candy from Willy. Mrs. Teevee was relieved when her rowdy son finally fell asleep on the plane and read her favorite Life magazines in peace. When the plane began to descend towards Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, Mike jolted awake.

"Hey mom, are we landing now?" he asked as Mrs. Teevee groggily nodded.

Walking through the airport was even more difficult than the first time around with many cameramen, anchormen, and cheering locals following the newly famous pair. Much to Mike's dismay, Mrs. Teevee declined all of the last minute interview requests, eager to go home.

The Teevees finally made it out of the airport and quickly leapt into the family's olive green Jeep Cherokee. Mr. Teevee let out a huge smile.

"You did it son, I'm so proud of you!" he exclaimed with pure joy and tightly hugged his son.

"I did! And guess what, I'm a TV Star!" Mike added as he put on his seatbelt.

"That's my boy. Don't forget to say hi to your baby brother!" Mr. Teevee replied.

Mike turned to see his two year old brother Robbie staring at him and loudly sucking his thumb in his baby seat. The tiny toddler closely resembled Mike's two year old self, with the exception of his light red hair.

"Was Robbie good while we were gone?" Mrs. Teevee asked.

"He sure was! He gave me no trouble at all." her husband responded as he glanced back at his two sons.

"HEY! THAT'S MINE!" Mike shrieked as Robbie snatched his beloved toy pistol out from his pockets.

The red-haired toddler struggled to find the pistol's trigger. Before he could pull it, Mrs. Teevee grabbed it from him and gave it back to Mike.

"No, no sweetie. You're too little to have one. Maybe in a couple of years." she calmly told her youngest son as he burst into tears.

"Shut up Robbie!" Mike hissed, plugging his fingers deep into his ears.

"Mike! Don't make things worse!" Mrs. Teevee yelled as Mike fell silent.

The family arrived to Marble Falls three hours later. The small town was oddly deserted when they first entered.

"This is weird," Mike remarked, looking at his seemingly empty hometown.

Only a handful of cars were parked downtown and the lone person to be seen was an elderly woman walking her chihuahua. As the Teevees drove into their subdivision, they eyed a long string of cars parked alongside the road.

"Hey! Are they all here for me?" Mike eagerly asked.

Even more cars were parked by their small white Spanish style house. The family could see dozens of their neighbors gathered in their front yard.

"I think you're right son!" Mr. Teevee happily announced as they struggled to find a place to park their car.

After they finally found a spot, Mike leapt out of the car and dashed towards his house.

"MIKE!" all of his neighbors screamed as they all swarmed towards the tiny cowboy with hugs.

"I made this cake just for you sweetie!" a middle-aged woman praised as she displayed a large homemade cake which read: "CONGRATS MIKE" in blue icing.

"Wow, this is so great!" Mike cried with pure joy.

The tiny cowboy enjoyed every moment of his surprise party as more guests arrived and crammed into the small Teevee residence. As he sat on his usual spot on the sofa, watching another rerun of his favorite show on TV and finishing up his second slice of cake, someone shouted: "HOWDY PARTNER!"

Mike turned to see his three best friends from school: Billy, Maggie, and Fishface.

All of the children were clad in cowboy costumes, as when they played cowboys and indians in Mike's living room.

"Howdy Billy! Maggie! Fishface!" Mike yelped with excitement, thrilled that all of his best friends came to support him.

"Hey! Don't call me that!" Fishface snapped as he bit his lip.

As his nickname implied, Fishface had unusually wide blue eyes and a small mouth that at times resembled a fish's mouth.

"Relax Dave, you know he's just yanking your chain!" Maggie coaxed as she tightly hugged her now famous friend.

"I can't believe ya actually won the contest! I'm so happy for ya! I knew you could do it!" Billy praised.

"Really?" Mike asked with a huge smile.

"Me too! But, will you come visit us since you're moving to Wonka's?" Maggie questioned with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Mike's smile immediately faded.

"I hope so, but it'll be hard. You know how expensive airplane rides can get!"

"So, do you know when you're heading out?" Dave added.

"In June but I don't know exactly when. My mom's gonna take care of that with Mr. Wonka." Mike responded, pondering his future.

"I see. But, in the meantime, let's play bandits!" Billy suggested, hypnotized by the television.

Mike's slightly freckled face lit up.

"Yeah! Let's do it but, wait till commercial break! Here comes the best part!" Mike yelped as he and his three friends all fixated on every detail of the intense shootout that was depicted on the television.