Wonker's Paradice Sity
By: BFGgiantpeach1916BFG
Charlie Bucket has to go on an adventure to win the love of Willy Wonker an get a GOLDEN TICKET an to prove those falmer trollz whos the boss here.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - [Charlie Bucket, Willy Wonka] Grandpa Joe Bucket - Chapters: 30 - Words: 30,191 - Reviews: 1,844 - Favs: 229 - Follows: 291 - Updated: Aug 12, 1963 - Published: May 31, 1960 - Status: Complete - RD/2/7/0
AN hello everone its me ROALD DAHL w/ my first story im so exited to start! Speshal thanks to ma gf Patrisha (MatildaPiker26) fo editin an this goes 2 our son Theo sinse hes accidentelly gotten in a car accident an Im doin everthin to keep him alife.
At any rate heres ma story please rate an revue! Criticism is much appreshated bu FLAMEN will not be welcomed!
Charlie Bucket who is the son of Mr. Bucket (son of Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine) and Mrs. Bucket (daughter of Grandpa George and Grandma Georgina) was living in a very poor family in a single bed because they were so poor that they had to live in two rooms and a single bed. The bed was for the four grandparents who were all so tired that they never ever EVER got out of the bed. And honestly this description doesn't do justice so I'll pass the mic onto him.
Hi my name is Charlie Bucket and as I introduced me I am poor and live in a poor family and how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again. When I got home from school I and my family cried for some time because our fortune is just that hilariously bad that we don't get anything except that bed. That is because my father is a worker at a toothpaste factory where he does nothing but screw on caps. You can imagine how low-level that is because Ronald Dahl has worked in World War II and was awesome and should be your roald (geddit) model. But my father was different and he wasn't anything like the awesome Ronald Dahl so he got minimum wage and as such our family was that poor.
So the only food that we ever eat is cabbage that's right mashed cabbage for breakfast cabbage steak for lunch and cabbage soup for supper (that's dinner for you all uneducated American fools). There is some luck on Sundays when we actually get meat steak rather than cabbage steak. but by far the luckiest day of my life is my birthday because that's when I get my craving of my life that I long for more than anything else that is... CHOCOLATE!
CHOCOLATE! which I'm going to shout the name of every single time is my only interest ever because why do you need anything else. I love CHOCOLATE! with the burning passion of a thousand suns and it is the only thing that I live for because it's not like our family situation is going to get any better. Worst of all that means I will never get away from this hell of a place. It is such a living hell because every moment of my life I am teased with the most terrible sight that a CHOCOLATE! craver can have if he is very poor that is... an ENORMOUS CHOCOLATE FACTORY!
And not just any CHOCOLATE FACTORY! but the one made by Willy Wonker himself who is the only CHOCOLATE genius ever and yes I just missed an exclamation mark there but I don't care since I adore Willy Wonker and whenever I get CHOCOLATE for him it is always the Willy Wonker brand. Willy Wonker's CHOCOLATE FACTORY is the largest in the world it is fifty times bigger than any other CHOCOLATE FACTORY (and also fifty shades grayer LOL). It had chimneys and glass windows and lettering saying W-O-N-K-E-R and a door and a gate but the door or the gate never opened defeating the whole point of a door and a gate being there. I always wanted to learn about the story of Wonker and his factory but figured I'd never have anyone who could tell me the story.
Of course I treasure my CHOCOLATE bar that I get for my birthday very much and don't eat it. I have invented a way to eat a CHOCOLATE bar for an entire year because I want to be an inventor like Willy Wonker is. The way is this: for the first month or two I treasure the bar as if it is something completely not to be eaten at any time ever (basically imagine gold but brown). Then I calculated that there's 14 of those plates and 300 days to eat it so I take just a nibble so I can get the taste and some of those nibbles a day make up a plate and 14 of those plates make a year and that is my awesome invention.
So today I went to school but not before saying Mr. Bucket and Mrs. Bucket and Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine and Grandpa George and Grandma Georgina goodbye and having my nibble of the day which was so magical that it automatically made me full and not hungry so I didn't have to eat anything. But then the most terrible thing of all happened. No it wasn't a falmer troll because I know how to deal with falmer trollz after they gave me a hard time for being such a worthless stain on the face of the Earth (lol did you hear Yuri Gagarin saw the earth but he didn't see God so God doesn't exist).
It was... I HAD TO PASS RIGHT THROUGH THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY TO GET TO SCHOOL! Of course the CHOCOLATE FACTORY was locked so I went around the gates but just the thought that inside that building there was more CHOCOLATE than I could ever dream of was enough to put me in a sad mood and not listen to any of the lessons that the teachers said today about chemistry or percentages or something. So home I returned sad and Grandpa Joe immediately knew why I was sad and decided to have his reveal.
"Charlie, I have something to tell you..." He began "I worked at Wonker's factory once!"
AN well heres the first chapter I know not much happens bu necks time well get EXPOSITONE bout Willy Wonker's CHOCOLATE FACTORY it is the most cool thing that you can think of stop trying. Anyway please leave revues and seeya necks time!