"MESS AT THE FACTORY; SALES PLUMMET"
"WONKA INVENTION WELL GONE DRY"
"A STICKY END FOR MISTER WONKA"
"WONKA'S CANDY DREAMS NOW NIGHTMARES"
"FAMOUS CHOCOLATIER RESORTS TO THEFT?"
"WONKA'S SWEET SUCCESS TURNS SOUR"
The headlines came at Charlie from newspaper stands and magazine kiosks at all sides as he walked down the snow-covered sidewalk towards the factory. He frowned. Things certainly had gone downhill fast in the last couple of months. Poor Willy wasn't dealing well with the stress, and even Mrs. Bucket was worried.
With a little sigh, Charlie unlocked the factory gates, and then quickly locked them again behind him. Something would have to be done, and fast. They were plummeting towards bankrupt and would be forced to close the factory for good by the week's end.
All because of an idea, Charlie thought as he walked down the hall to the huge Chocolate Room. His mind went back to the events all those months ago. The start of all the trouble.
If only Willy had listened to him...