I do not own Charlie, his family, or Willy Wonka. They are the property of Roald Dahl and the writer of the 2005 film.

The scene in which I put Charlie, his family, and Willy Wonka I also do not own. It was taken from a book called The Good Master by Kate Seredy. Some of the stuff in the very beginning (stuff in the first three paragraphs) I did modify so it made more sense in the context of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

I hope that Charlie and Willy Wonka do not seem too out of character here. If they do, I'm sorry. It just seemed to me like something Willy Wonka would do.

A few days before Charlie's first Easter in the factory, they all got together to decorate Easter eggs.

Willy had never seen eggs decorated the way Mrs. Bucket did them. All he'd ever seen were the ones where you dipped them in plastic cups of die to make solid patterns.

There were two ways Mrs. Bucket showed them how to decorate the eggs. The plainer ones were dyed first. When they dried, Mr. Bucket, Charlie, and Willy scratched patterns on them using pocketknives. The fancy ones were a lot more work. Mrs. Bucket had a tiny funnel, with melted beeswax in it. With this she drew intricate patterns on the white eggs. After the wax hardened, she dipped them in the dye. Then she scratched off the wax and there was the beautiful design left in white on the colored egg. In this way she could make the most beautifully shaded designs by covering up parts of the pattern again with wax before each dipping.

After watching Mrs. Bucket for a few minutes, Willy spoke up, "Could I try to make one myself?" he begged, "All by myself. I don't want anybody to see it."

"Look out, Willy, you'll get all messed up, and Mom told me before you got here that this dye doesn't wash off. You have to scrub it off," warned Charlie.

Willy went to a corner with dye pots and funnel and labored for a long time in silence. When he finally slipped something (Charlie assumed it was a dyed egg) in a pocket of his coat and came back to the table, he was a sight!

"Oh, Willy, you clumsy," cried Charlie. "Now you look like an Easter egg. Oh, you look funny." He was red paint from head to toe. His gloved fingers were dripping, his nose looked like a red cherry.

Charlie's hands were wet with dye, too, but he had carefully managed to keep his face and clothes clean.

Willy looked at him seriously.

"Charlie, my dear boy, there's just a little smudge of black on your nose," he said, pointing a red-purple gloved finger at an imaginary spot.

"Don't touch me! I'll wipe it off," cried Charlie and, forgetting his wet hands, rubbed his nose vigorously.

"M-m-m. That's off, but your forehead is smudged, too. The smoke from the candle, I imagine," said a very kind and caring sounding Willy Wonka.

Charlie rubbed his forehead.

"Your chin, too. My, my, these old-fashioned candles."

Charlie rubbed his chin. His parents and grandparents were laughing hard, but he didn't know why.

"It's perfect now, Charlie," smiled Willy, "Now you look like an Easter egg yourself."

"Oh Charlie," laughed Grandpa Joe from the bed, "Won't you ever learn the ways of our candy maker? You are decorated for Easter all right."

Charlie ran to the mirror in the bathroom. He couldn't help laughing.

"I should have known better," he admitted. "Willy's eyes were twinkling with mischief."

At this revelation everybody burst out laughing before Willy left and he and Charlie began the long process of getting clean.