The Wonkavator was slowly lowering towards the ground. Grandpa Joe was internally celebrating as Charlie hugged Wonka a third time. It was a much quicker one as the boy let the chocolatier go. The Wonkavator finally touched ground creating a slight tremble in the process. Charlie's eyes were still full of happiness and wonder as he exited the Wonkavator with Grandpa Joe by his side and Willy Wonka behind them. The three sets of shoes made shuffling sounds against many types of floors as the new trio proceeded to leave the chocolate factory. As they were passing by, all the Oompa Loompas gave thumbs up to Charlie and his grandpa with huge smiles of respect, excitement, and gratitude. 

Grandpa Joe's expression was still of shock even when Willy Wonka followed along with him and Charlie, for the chocolatier desired to see the boy's simple home. The boy appeared to look nervous as they were inching closer and closer to the small house. Once they were there, his whole body started shaking. He didn't want Mr. Wonka to hate him for the home he's lived in his whole life. The boy knew Wonka wouldn't, but the inner butterflies were still alive and kicking. He held onto his grandpa's sleeve as he glanced up at the chocolatier and waited for the man's reaction.

Wonka's face was at first filled with an unknown expression only because he was in deep thought. He noticed how close he felt he was towards the boy already. They've only known each other for a day! Perhaps when the whimsical man took a glance at Charlie's home, his heart clenched with intense sadness and countless other emotions. When the chocolatier was finished analyzing the whole place, he spun around to face the hesitant duo, then he said with a smile that sprung plentiful warmth, "Charlie, my dear boy, what is the matter? Has my offer scared you out of your wits?"

Charlie's bottom lip trembled as his grasp tightened on his grandpa's sleeve so much that it had caused the old man to jerk his arm away. "N-No, definitely not, Mr. Wonka. I am beyond ecstatic to realize that you've chosen me out of all people, but I... I feel as if you really don't want to hire me."

Grandpa Joe's eyes flashed with alarm and concern.

"Why do you think that, Charlie?" Wonka's eyes shone real worry.

"My family and I are poor. We have been poor for at least 20 years. I don't think we're capable enough to help you the way we should, Mr. Wonka." Charlie played with his hands and kept his gaze lowered.

Willy leaned to his knee, then placed a hand on the troubled boy's shoulder. "You have passed the test for a very good reason, Charlie. You have a pure heart full of pure empathy and pure imagination. You know when it should be appropriately implemented into a situation. You may bear recklessness, but you are still a kid. You are also poor. Therefore, we have helped each other with that test. Why stop now? My factory and business will help your family's money problem disappear and it all will skyrocket if you let me help you to help me help you. D'accord? Va bene? Okay?"

Charlie smiled bright. "Yes, Mr. Wonka. You are right. I should be more optimistic. It would help my family a lot."

"It would also help you, Charlie. This will be the chance of your lifetime. If you are to avoid this now, then you may not come across this kind of choice ever again for as long as you shall live. Think twice, then believe if you are ready to work with me. You have the whole night to decide whether you are mentally, physically, or any other kind of fit to work at my factory alongside me. I will wait patiently for you tomorrow. As for now, Bonne nuit. Gute Nacht. Buona notte. And goodnight, Charlie." Wonka gave the happy boy a sidehug, shook Grandpa Joe's hand, then trekked back to his factory.

Grandpa Joe and Charlie entered their home. Charlie's mom noticed them and had Grandpa Joe sit on his spot on the huge bed. The other three grandparents were still bedridden. Right after Grandpa Joe and Charlie left with the Golden Ticket that same morning, Charlie's mom received the idea of helping the other three out of bed after Charlie did so for Grandpa Joe. Grandpa George was able to remain on his feet for at least a couple seconds, but he could never stand longer than that amount of time. It was the exact same for poor Grandma Georgina and Grandma Josephine. The ladies never liked the idea of falling to their injuries, so Charlie's mom had to keep a hold of them the whole time while Grandpa George had no problem with the idea. Grandpa George was always stubborn in wanting to look brave and manly, even for a man his age. Grandpa Joe was kind of the same way only because he went through a couple of wars in his young lifetime. Grandmas Georgina and Josephine were always scared of the littlest of things. They were never too used to the outside world's components. 

Charlie hugged his mom hard, then she told him to get ready for bed. They both ascended to his bedroom, then she laid him to bed as she asked, "So, my dear son, how did the tour go?"

"For the most part, it was great! Mr. Wonka told me the truth, though. He said that the whole thing was a test to see who could work alongside him. I won, so you, me, and the rest of us can stay with him!"

Charlie's mom was confused and a little suspicious. "Wait, wait. He brought you in... just like that? He's only known you and Grandpa Joe for a day."

"I know, but the test must've been really big. Maybe all Mr. Wonka ever needed in a day was the truth. He needed it from someone. I was very loyal the whole way through. Well... besides the Fizzy-Lifting Drink room. Grandpa Joe and I made a little mistake there and that got Mr. Wonka really angry. I gave him his Everlasting Gobstopper back and that was enough to get him back on his good side. For the most part, it was all very cool and interesting!"

"Hmm... that sounds really nice." She smiled, but it was a stiff one. "Goodnight, Charlie." She leaned forward, kissed his forehead, then left the bedroom with her sweet son's door almost completely closed.

*****(Next Day)

The sun seeped in through the window in Charlie Bucket's bedroom. Bright, warm rays covered his legs as he rose from his bed and stretched with a yawn. He struggled with the sheets a bit as he stumbled his way out of bed. Charlie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, thinking hard about yesterday's turn of events. He wasn't sure if any of that was a dream or not. He and his family couldn't have possibly gotten that much luck in one day... right?

Boy, was he wrong.

Loud knocks rained upon his family's front door. He overheard his mom stride to the entrance and she cautiously opened the door. Once the- seems like- everlasting creak sounds ended, there was the unmistakable, soft and warm voice that asked his mother, "Is Charlie Bucket available, ma'am?"

"Oh, uh... yes... of course? Do I know you?" She wondered hesitantly.

"Oh dear, madam. It seems that I have forgotten to introduce myself to you all, his family. Please forgive my delayed greeting, for I am Willy Wonka, the owner of the legendary chocolate factory."

"Charlie! Please come down here. Our special guest would love to see you." His mom called out as she let the chocolatier in their home. Charlie groggily struggled making it down the stairs. He completely forgot that he had a messy head of blond hair and his baggy pajamas were still on.

At the moment, he was too tired and shocked to care.

Wonka's eyes shimmered with amusement once he saw Charlie's preposterously lazy appearance. The man's smile widened when Charlie's eyes broadened with disbelief.

"M-Mr. Wonka, you're actually here?"

"My dear boy, do you believe all of yesterday was merely a dream?" Wonka's voice rung with pure merriment.

"I-I suppose so, sir." Charlie's face reddened as it lowered.

"Ohoho, Charlie! Since you believed it all to be a dream, I suppose you didn't cerebrate more on the decision of your life. Hmm?"

Charlie looked slightly confused towards his mom and his just as confused grandparents.

"Charlie, he means you didn't think more about what you wanted to choose." She added.

"Exactly! So, is my claim correct, Charlie?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, Mr. Wonka. It all really did feel like a dream. I honestly thought I was going to wake up from it and not be able to return to it." The boy sighed.

"It is a good thing this question is real! Do you frankly believe you can inherit my factory alongside me for the rest of your existence? You only have ten minutes left to decide whether you are ready or not. My Oompa Loompas and I will commence work shortly." He patted Charlie's shoulder a couple of times, then exited the house to wait for Charlie's commitment to conclude.

"My son, I think we all should decide our future as a family. We shall have a vote whether we believe our futures will be bright with this choice or not. Alright everyone, raise your hands if you want to choose to go to that man's factory."

Charlie and his grandparents all raised their hands within the blink of an eye. The only person who didn't decide to raise their hand was his mom.

"Mom? What's wrong?"

She sighed deeply, then grumbled a bit, "Alright, fine. I guess it's okay for us as a whole family to move on into a stranger's factory without so much as a how-do-you-do."

"W-Wait, mom-"

"No Charlie, I mean it. It's okay. It's what you've always wanted, right?"

"... Mooom."

"Go on out there, tell him. He'll be ecstatic to know you'll comply with his wishes and yours as well. Go. I won't stop you." Her face was firm with strictness and a hint of disappointment as she lightly drug him towards the exit.

Before she could go the other direction to the kitchen, he seized her sleeve with a pleading expression, then attempted to apologize, "Mom, I'm sorry if I did something wrong. We can talk about this if you want."

"Oh no, Charlie! None of this is all on you. It's just... please go to him. I can't talk about this any longer than I need to." She ascended up the stairs so no one could disturb her for a while.

The boy half-heartedly opened the door and saw Willy Wonka standing there patiently.

Charlie gulped as Wonka asked, "Is your mother okay?" Real concern shown deep within the chocolatier's vibrant blue eyes.

"I guess so?" He stammered.

"Charlie..."

"... O-Okay, she's acting really down for some weird reason. I still can't figure out why she's the way she is."

"Perhaps she is not accustomed to the thought of moving onto something new."

"... Yeah, you may be right!" Charlie was a bit more hopeful.

Wonka beamed in reply.

"So, yes! My family and I are moving into your factory." Charlie was beyond giddy that he almost fell onto his knees if it weren't for Wonka catching him in the process.

"Keep yourself steady, my dear boy!" Wonka's voice was full of worry but he was laughing at the boy's sudden foolishness as well. "The factory cannot handle an injured boy on the job."

Charlie's mom's lips pursed in complete disgust from the second floor as she eavesdropped upon their conversation. It was indeed a light innocent and optimistic conversation between the two, but she couldn't help feeling sick to her stomach the more Willy Wonka spoke with her family members. She remained upstairs, not daring to move on with them just yet.

"So, do we all reckon that we are prepared?" Wonka asked, twirling his standard cane within his hand.

"Yes!!!" The whole family exclaimed, then Charlie and Grandpa Joe had to roll the bed that contained Charlie's three other grandparents to the factory. Grandpa George had his arms crossed with annoyance and jealousy because Grandpa Joe could walk instead of him. The grandmas were grateful that the moving would be easier that way. They feared that they would've had to been carried for miles. It would've been unpleasant for everyone.

They all made it to the factory.

Charlie's mom was hesitant at that point. She wasn't sure if she would ever be ready to move on with them. She knew they are her family and this was what they needed and so wanted, but even that alone couldn't completely convince her to go.

So, she decided to stay.

*****(Two Hours Later)

"Mr. Wonka... I'm still confused." Charlie's face scrunched up with unease. "I don't think I will ever be capable of working in your great factory." He sighed, his shoulders slumped.

"Charlie, give yourself and time a chance. There is only so much you can do in such little time. Wait a minute. Strike that. Reverse it." Wonka smiled as he quickly walked over to a couple Oompa Loompas that were struggling to retrieve a few items that were high up.

Charlie glared at the Everlasting Gobstopper machine as he once again tried to turn it on. Luckily, Grandpa Joe appeared behind him.

"Grandpa, I need help. I don't think I'll ever figure out how to turn this on."

"Here Charlie, let me try this one." Grandpa Joe pointed at the button, pressed it, then the whole machine roared with intense power like how it did yesterday during the tour.

"Grandpa, you did it!" Charlie cheered.

"Wow, what a beauty she is." Grandpa Joe muttered under his breath as it created the Everlasting Gobstoppers nonstop.

"Mr. Wonka will be kind of disappointed if he found out that I didn't turn it on myself."

"Then tell 'im you did."

"Grandpa... I can't do that. I would be lying to him!"

"Speaking a few little white lies here and there will be harmless, grandson. Everyone does it all the time. Would you rather him feel proud than disappointed?"

"... Yeah, I suppose you're right, Grandpa. I will take credit." Charlie decided as Grandpa Joe's eyes sparkled with pride.

"Atta boy!"

Wonka was finally done helping those Oompa Loompas. He noticed the machine was working itself through.

"Oh yes!" Wonka clapped his hands together once with fulfilled acknowledgement. "There she goes!"

"Mr. Wonka, I finally figured it out!" Charlie beamed ever so much.

"Good, on we go!" Wonka swung his cane in excitement as he led Grandpa Joe and Charlie into the next invention room.

'Wow, maybe I will get used to this after all!' Charlie realized as the new golden trio disappeared into the next room.