CHARLIE POV
"Dad, can I have achocolate?" Asked Charlie.
"No", answered his father.
"Now? Daddy, can I have one now?"
"No!" he answered more strongly.
"Please!" Charlie asked.
"NO!"
"Please!"
"NO!!"
"PLEASE!!"
"YES!"
"Really?"
"NO!!!"
Charlie sighed; he wanted a Willie Wonka Chocolate bar so badly, so he decided to ask his Grandfather. Who gave him 50 cents to go get a chocolate bar from the near-by convenient store.
"Can I lend you a hand sonny?" answered the man at the counter.
"Yes please. Could I please have a chewy chocolate cockroach ?" asked Charlie.
"Sorry, we don't sell those anymore" said the cashier, "you see we had this problem the chocolate from the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory is actually what it says it is" he picked up one of the chewy chocolate cockroach bars,
"The constable went to the factory to make an enquire about them and they said that they use real cockroaches!"
"EWWWWWWWWWWW!" Charlie screamed completely grossed out.
The cashier looked at him with pity, "JOKING!" he tried to say but poor Charlie just had already fainted.
Charlie woke up the next day feeling much better, he sat up and looked around his room,
And there on his bed side table was a Willy Wonka chocolate bar named: Chewy Chocolate cockroach
What if this has real cockroaches inside, thought Charlie, but then he remembered what the guy at the counter said before he blacked out.
"JOKING!"
So Charlie picked up the chocolate bar but before unwrapping it he thought
What if I get a golden ticket!
Which of coarse is an anorexically thin possibility but non the less he still pealed back the purple layer with the words: WILLY WONKA, typed in big letters on its face.
His heart pumped with excitement.
He shrieked nearly making the whole house collapse.
He had found a golden ticket.