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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘉𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵

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The crisp snow slowly drifted down through the light breeze that brushed past Charlie's rosy cheeks, as he stood standing at the street corner, watching as one of Wonka's delivery trucks drive by.

It's only been a few days since Wonka's factory appeared to be running and getting back into the business once again, after what had been many years of it being almost completely comatose. Smoke started coming out of the large chimney-like towers, fumes rising high up into the clouds; ever since then Charlie Bucket's curiosity was peaked; what became of the infamous Willy Wonka? What made him decide to start running the factory and bring his candy out into the world once again?

Charlie was lost in thought but was brought back to reality when he heard the ring of the nearby shop's door. He turned and saw just who he was waiting for, his big sister (y/n). Every day when she finished her shift, he would always be waiting for her, and they'd walk home together.

"There's my boy." (Y/n) greeted her brother with a smile, to which Charlie returned and he rushed up to the door where she stood, embracing her firmly. She gave him a gentle pat on the back and both of them began the short walk home.

"More of the trucks just left," Charlie said looking up at his sister, knowing well she'd immediately understand what he meant.

"More? Hmm, looks like he really is making a comeback. Wonder what that's about..." (Y/n) said while she blew warm air into her palms and rubbed her hands together in an attempt to warm her cold fingers.

"Maybe we'll be seeing more of him soon." Charlie gave a bright smile and looked up hopefully at his older sibling.

'Ah this boy', she thought. She loved when he got excited about these sort of things, though they struggled, it was nice to see that this is what made him happy. 'He's got so much spirit', she thought as a smile stretched across her face. She ruffles up his hair, something she's always done to show him that little bit of affection.

"Yeah, well... all in good time, Charlie," she says as she wraps an arm around her little brother's shoulder, and they proceed to walk the rest of the way home.

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A couple of hours later, and the buckets are going about their nightly routine. The grandparents are cozied up in their bed, watching the TV, mom is cooking up the family favorite, cabbage soup, and Charlie is doing his homework while his sister helps him on the occasional problem he gets stuck on. The crooked door then swings open and in comes father Bucket, along with a chilly winter breeze.

"Evening, Buckets!" Your father calls out to everyone.

"Evening!" Everyone says back, welcoming him home.

"Evening, darling. Soup's almost ready." Your mother gives your father a quick peck on the cheek and continues to stir the pot of cabbage soup.

After a moment of turning your attention back to your brother, your father speaks up. "Charlie, I found something I think you'll like..." and he then sets a handful of molded toothpaste caps on the table for you both to see.

Charlie picks up a piece from the pile with the two caps molded together, then happily chimes. "It's exactly what I need!" Now excited, Charlie brought out his model of the Wonka factory that was made entirely of Toothpaste caps and set it on the dining table, while you proceed to close up his textbook.

"What is it, Charlie?" Your grandpa Joe asked.

"Dad found it, just the piece I needed."