Chapter 1: Bill's Candy Shop

Hello, everyone, and welcome to my novelization of Roald Dahl's first draft script of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory! At that time, Dahl had the first script named after his book. The script was titled "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory". Please do note that every and all quotes from the script will be used. However, I may add a word in the event that Roald Dahl unintentionally left a word out of a sentence. Those words will be marked in Bold. Enjoy the novelization, everyone! :D

It was a cold winter's day. School had just ended, and a gigantic crowd of boys and girls, all aged seven, eight and nine, went rushing out at the most tremendous speed. All of them were wearing coats, hats, scarves, and gloves, and some of them were wearing hats with ear-muffs on them. They were all shouting and laughing with happiness. The children were all running towards one particular place- Bill's Candy Store. Interestingly enough, the store is located on the same side of the road as the school.

Bill's Candy Store was a small shop with a single window, which had multiple slogans written on it: "LARGEST STORE OF CANDY IN TOWN...ALL WONKA'S CHOCOLATES...FICKELGRUBER'S FUDGES...SLUGWORTH'S BOILED SWEETS...PRODNOSE'S PATENT PASTILLES". The children rushed through the entrance, all wanting to get in.

Mr. Bill, the shopkeeper of this store, was a very unusual man indeed. His store featured nothing but candy. He devoted his entire life to making children happy by giving children what they loved. All day long, he waited for that particular moment in which the school bell rang. He absolutely loved that moment. Mind you, the speed at which he served out the candy was absolutely breathtaking! His movements were electric, and he laughed as he worked, and he knew each and every child by name. As Bill was getting ready to serve the kids, they were fighting to see who would get served first. They were holding out their coins and staring at them, and shouting things like, "Mr. Bill!...Please Mr. Bill!...A Wonka Triple Cream Bar!...Mr. Bill! Mr. Bill! A Fudgemallow Delight! A Fickelgruber Juicy Bar!"

Bill was dancing back at forth at lightning speed, arms flashing, fingers deftly lifting chocolate from the shelves.

"Yes yes, my darling!" Bill was saying to the children. "One Triple Cream Cup for you!...A Squelchy Snorter for William!...You have excellent taste, William, excellent taste!...One Juicy Bar for you, Mary!...Here you are, my dear!"

Once again, the children's' voices were overlapping.

"A Wonka Crunchy-Munchy!..." they shouted. "Hey, I was first!...One Slugworth Strawberry Cream..Rainbow Drops, please Mr. Bill! One packet!...Two Sizzlers! Wonka's Sizzlers!"

"Two lovely Sizzlers for Johnny!" said Bill happily, handing out the candy. "Rainbow Drops, Patricia? Two packets? But of course! One Strawberry Cream! Fresh in this morning! Who's next? One Green Dragon! And listen, my dears! Wonka's brought out a new one today! The Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight! It's a knock-out! You want to try it? Good! One Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight for Wilbur!...Another for Frankie!...Ah, you just want till you taste it! I ate six of them myself this afternoon! I couldn't stop!..."

The children were clearly enjoying this experience as much as, if not more than, Bill himself. If you saw it yourself, you might also describe it as...out-of-this world. Can such things be? Was there such a shop, such a man? There was indeed.

Abruptly, all alone, emerging from the school, there was a skinny little boy named Charlie Bucket. Unlike the other kids, he wore no coat, no cap, no scarf, no gloves. He only wore a home-knitted, much-used jersey, and short pants. It was freezing outside. Charlie stopped, hugging himself because of the cold. Then, he turned and started to slowly walk back to his home. Unfortunately for him, this walk took him past Bill's Candy Store. When he got there, he could only stop and stare through the window at the abundance of advertised Wonka products. Clearly, those items were the most popular, and they were selling fast. They took up about seventy-five percent of the window display. The shapes of the candy bars were also most unusual. Instead of being shaped like rectangular, like a Hershey's Bar, they were hexagonal and star-shaped and half-mooned shaped and spikey, and abstract, and just all around, plain weird. That was another out-of-this-world thing about Bill's Candy Store.

A few seconds later, the crowd of children emerged from Bill's store and began munching greedily on their candy. Charlie slowly turned away from the window and continued his walk through the crowd of children. He may have been a lonely boy, but he was anything but ostracized. He was cheerful, and well-liked by everyone. A small girl was munching on her candy, and she looked at Charlie.

"Hi, Charlie," she said to him.

"Hi, Jamie," responded Charlie Bucket.

"You must be freezing!" exclaimed Jamie. "Where's your coat?"

Charlie Bucket hugged himself, shivered, and said, "I'm not cold."

"You must be!" exclaimed Jamie.

"I'm not, honest," responded Charlie.

Charlie moved on from Jamie, and came across another kid he knew, a fat boy named Walter.

"Boy, this is the greatest," said Walter, guzzling on his candy. How come you never eat candy?"

"You scared of getting cavities or something?" said a second boy, also guzzling down candy.

Charlie stared at the candy bars that the two boys were eating. His eyes were as bright as two stars.

"I bet he's not allowed 'cause it'll ruin his supper," said Walter.

Charlie was still staring at the bar that Walter was eating. He looked at Walter and asked him, "Which is your favorite?"

Walter waved around the half-eaten bar that he was chomping on, and he exclaimed, "This one. Wonka's Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight! Just out today! Whyn't you get one?"

"I'm...just not hungry…" Charlie responded nervously. "I got to get home…-'Bye, Walter."

"'Bye, Charlie," responded Walter and the second boy.

Charlie turned away from them and continued his trek to get home. Two slightly old-fashioned automobiles drove up. Mothers were driving them, and children were climbing in them. Charlie, more freezing cold than ever, started to run to keep warm.

Author's note: I hope that you enjoyed this first chapter everyone! Please note that all ideas in this story belong to Roald Dahl, and I claim no ownership to them whatsoever. So, what did you think of this chapter? Do you like this beginning better, or the final one? If you want, let me know in the review section! Stay tuned for the next chapter, everyone! :D

Until then,

Gabe S. :)