The day was October 1, 1971, when two stories flooded the media worldwide. In Florida, the Magic Kingdom opened its doors to excited tourists for the first time. Elsewhere in the world, it was also the day when Willy Wonka, the famous and reclusive candyman invited five lucky children into his factory. The children were the first known humans besides Wonka himself to enter the mysterious factory in 15 years.

A large crowd of people and news anchors from all over the world surrounded the lucky children and their chaperones. A band played polka music not too far from Charlie Bucket, the child who found the last golden ticket just one day prior. He was overwhelmed by the crowds and the media. He was not used to all of the attention. He felt himself shake with both excitement and nervousness.

"Are you alright Charlie?" his grandfather Joe asked him.

"Yeah! Of course!" Charlie replied with a weak smile.

Charlie looked around his surroundings. Violet Beauregarde, the third child to find the ticket and her used car salesman father sat next to him, both admiring the attention they received from the media. He could see Mr. Beauregarde attempting to advertise his business. Violet rolled her eyes and nudged him.

"Come on dad! For Heaven's sake it's my show! Hi Cornelia, how are you sweetie? How's this for a stretch?" she sweetly stated as she took her record-winning piece of gun out of her mouth and stretched it with her teeth.

Charlie cringed with disgust and looked over to see Mike Teevee, easily the youngest of the children, clad in a cowboy costume loudly yelling at the cameraman:

"Hey mom, we're on TV! Hi everybody in Marble Falls! Hi Billy! Hi Maggie! Hi Fishface! How do I look?"

Mike then stood up and egotistically pointed his toy gun at the camera. Next to the Teevees was Augustus Gloop, the largest child and his mother. Augustus was chowing down a powdered donut. Charlie could see his mother saying something to her hungry son and he immediately stopped eating the donut.

At the opposite end of where he and Grandpa Joe sat was Veruca Salt, dressed in a fancy mink coat and her father. She whispered something to her well-dressed father as she let out a menacing smirk.

Before anyone realized it, the clock struck 10 o'clock and the bell inside the factory rang. Everyone paused and listened to the bell ring many more times, all waiting for the reclusive candyman. All five children and their chaperones rose from their spots. Charlie's heart raced with excitement. He completely blocked out Violet's loud chomping nearby.

The factory door swung open and seconds later, a tall man sporting a purple coat and beige pants, along with a gold bowtie and a brown top hat walked out, limping with a cane. The frizzy-haired candyman slowly trudged towards the gate. Everyone's excitement faded upon seeing Wonka's frail condition. Silence filled the air.

When he reached the door, he dropped his cane and tumbled facedown onto the floor. Rather than landing, he did a somersault and stood upright. The entire crowd applauded and cheered. Charlie let out a huge smile.

"Welcome my friends, welcome to my chocolate factory. Would you please come forward?" Wonka warmly asked the lucky children as they and their respective chaperones darted towards the candyman.

"Get back you! Come on Veruca sweetheart!" Mr. Salt yelled as his daughter shoved Augustus towards the crowd to reach the front of the line.

Charlie heard Mrs. Gloop yelling at the Salts in German. He did not care that he wound up being the last one in line. All that mattered to him was the fact that his longtime dream was about to come true. Wonka kindly smiled at the children.

"Welcome. It's nice to have you here. I'm so glad you can come. It's going to be such an exciting day. I hope you enjoy it. I think you will..."

Once all of the children introduced themselves and handed their golden tickets, Wonka gestured the group inside. The polka music and the cheering resumed as they all stepped into the chocolate factory.

After the door was closed, the dull-gray room was dead silent. The cheering and the polka music were no longer heard.

"These are funny-looking coat hangers." Mike remarked as Wonka instructed the group to hang their coats on hand-shaped holders.

Veruca screamed when the holder snatched her mink coat.

"Nothing alarming here, do not worry..." Wonka told her in a calm manner.

When the group began to walk towards the next room, Wonka suddenly swung his cane in front of them, nearly whacking Violet and her father.

"Strike that. Before we can proceed, it has come to my attention that only the children can participate in my tour..."

"But Mr. Wonka- the tickets said that each winner could bring one guardian and no one else..." Grandpa Joe protested, somewhat paraphrasing it.

Wonka paused and grabbed his chin.

"Hmm...You are quite right sir but there has been a slight change. The workers got a tad nervous about all of these people coming today. So I decided that since the children are my lucky contestants, they will be the only ones who can see the rest of my factory..."

"Not Mike! He's not old enough to be by himself! He's only nine! Mr. Wonka, can I at least come with?" Mrs. Teevee pleaded, tightly grabbing her tiny son by shoulders.

"If you won't let him join us, then he will therefore be disqualified from the tour..." Wonka sternly told her.

"I can keep an eye on him! I'll make sure he'll be okay!" Charlie piped up.

"Why thank you young man, I appreciate your concern." Mrs. Teevee replied, still not convinced by the last minute change.

"Veruca sweetheart I do not like this. Let's g-"

Before Mr. Salt could finish Veruca aggressively backed away from him.

"I want to stay! I'm not a child anymore! You are a rotten father and you always make things difficult!" she snarled as she loudly stomped her foot.

Wonka slightly smirked at the girl's tantrum.

"Mom, I wanna check this place out. I bet there's at least a TV here!" Mike whined.

Mrs. Teevee sighed.

"Very well then. Now you behave yourself or you will watch the news for a week!"

Mike's bright blue eyes widened in horror at the thought of being deprived of his favorite violent western TV shows and being forced to watch the dreadfully boring news for a whole week.

"If anything goes wrong, I will call my lawyer!" Mr. Beauregarde threatened.

"I apologize for the inconvenience. Since you will not see the rest of my factory, I have a sample of my soothing pineapple rum flavored taffies. They have been tested and no adverse side effects were reported." Wonka explained to the chaperones.

He handed each adult a round tan-colored taffy.

"How the bloody hell are these soothing? This is just plain taffy! I don't believe in this rubbish!" Mr. Salt snapped.

Wonka glared at him.

"I can assure you that as you put it, is not plain taffy. It'll sooth your tight nerves and you will be relaxed, as if you are on a beautiful beach. Take a bite."

As the adults began to eat their taffies, Veruca huffed to herself.

"Hey daddy! I want a soothing pineapple rum taffy! NOW!" she barked.

"It's for the adults only you twit! Weren't you listening?!" Violet shouted with annoyance.

"Excellent. Now that the grownups have their samples, it's your turn my dear children. Just follow me to the next room and you will find my wonderful creations. Goodbye, Auf Weidersehn, farewell my dear chaperones...' Wonka told the adults as he led the children towards the next room.

Charlie turned back to say goodbye to his grandfather.

"Bye grandpa. I'm sorry you can't come. I'll let you know what happens when everything is over!"

Grandpa Joe gave his grandson an awkward smile and hug.

"Okay Charlie, please do... This stuff is heavenly. I wish I could have another taffy..." he replied, no longer nervous.

He sounded and appeared to be drunk, which alarmed Charlie.

"Come on! I want to go in now!" Veruca's shrill voice shrieked from afar.

Charlie bolted away from the now relaxed adults and joined the rest of the children