"Everyone deserves a second chance, Mr.Wonka," said the new heir to Mr.Willy Wonka, the famous candy maker. It has been two years since Charlie Bucket was made heir to Mr.Wonka and his wonderful factory.
"Are you sure you would want to, Charlie?" Wonka himself asked. "Remember the tour a while back, those children almost destroyed my factory with their attitudes and mischievous ways."
"I think it would be nice to see how much they've changed since the last time."
Mr.Wonka just looked at Charlie and shrugged.
"Very well," he replied, "But they break any more rules, they will be sent out immediately. I will round up the Oompa Loompas, and we'll reinvite those horrible children."
Charlie smiled, immediately running off to begin preparations. Whether the visit will go horrendous or not, things would get quite interesting...
The first invitation arrived at the house of Mike Teavee. Over the past two years, he had returned back to normal size, just like a piece of taffy, he had sunk back down to his original height.
"HAH! Another high score! Geez, this could be beaten by a five-year-old...!" He didn't even hear the mail slip through the door slot as he played the new shooter game bought by his parents.
Mr. Teavee walked into the room, flipping through the envelopes. "Son, PLEASE turn that down. I can hardly hear myself think". He continued looking through the letters. "Hey, son, you've got a letter here..."
"What for? I didn't write anyone." Mike was puzzled as he swiped the letter from his dad's sweaty hands. "Willy Wonka? What's that idiot want now?"
Mr. Teavee looked puzzled himself. "Why would he want you to go back again?" He takes the letter from Mike and scans it. "Hmm... it says that no parents are allowed this time and it'll be a test on your maturity."
Mike smirked. "Pfft... whatever. He'd better have something not pointless this time."
The second invitation arrived in Germany, where the first lucky winner of the golden ticket contest two years ago lived, Augustus Gloop. Not even having a dip in Wonka's chocolate river stopped him from still loving Wonka's Candy.
The mail was brought to him at the door. "Oh goodie," the chubby boy squealed with glee, "I hope more of my Wonka chocolates came!" But the only thing from Wonka was an invitation to the factory again.
Augustus stared at it for moment, then opened up the letter. "Come to see Meester Wonka again? I feel happy!" screamed Augustus as he pulled out another chocolate bar. "I go get ready now."
The third invitation arrived at the home of Ms. Veruca Salt. Little about her has changed a bit since the garbage chute incident, but she was still a brat.
The doorbell rang in her mansion, Veruca; just sitting a couple inches from the door didn't bother to answer it. "DADDDDDIEEEEE!" she cried out, "Someone's at the door!" There was no answer from her father. "DADDY, SOMEONE IS AT THE DOOR!" she cried out again. Still no answer. "Oh forget it, I'll get it myself." she pouted as she got up from her seat.
"Mail for Ms. Veruca Salt?" asked the mail carrier to the girl. "That's me," she smiled a little. The carrier smiled back, and handed the letter to Veruca. "GIMME THAT!" Veruca snapped. Then she swiped the letter and slammed the door on the mail carrier's face.
Veruca opened the letter with an envelope cutter, and pulled out the invitation. Veruca eyed the invitation, and got a puzzled look on her face. "Why would Mr. Wonka reinvite me, I wouldn't be caught dead going back to that dreadful place." But suddenly she stopped and remembered a memory.
It was the face of Ms. Violet Beauregarde, another of the lucky children she met on the tour. Veruca thought about meeting her "best friend" again, and decided she would go back to the factory, just in case Ms. Beauregarde was reinvited as well.
The final invitation was to arrive at the home of Ms. Violet Beauregarde in Atlanta, Georgia. Her mother had continued to push her in every competition she could. Violet didn't mind this; she loved the attention of it all. Despite all the attention she was getting, Ms. Beauregarde wasn't happy at all. She hadn't been ever since she left the factory. She knew what- no, who was missing from her life.
Violet was lifting a small 20 lb. weight in her room as she chewed on a stick of gum, blowing bubble after careless bubble. Her mom had signed her up in yet another competition, so she had to keep her strength up. Violet, as lonely as she was, was still determined to win anything she could.
Her bubble popped loudly as the doorbell rang, catching her slightly off guard. She dropped the weight and walked quickly to the door. She opened the door and blew a large bubble right in his face. "Yeah? Whaddya want?" she said, chewing obnoxiously.
"A letter for Ms. ... Violet Beauregarde?" the mailman said slightly slack jawed.
Violet's mouth opened wide. "Yeah that's me!" she exclaimed before she swiped the letter from the mailman and slammed the door loudly in his face. She threw the mail for her mom on the living room floor and took her letter into her room.
She scanned the envelope, seeing a stamp with a top hat on it and a familiar address. "Mr. Wonka? Him again?" She ripped open the top of the envelope, took out the letter and read it. "He wants us to come again? Why should I? That kid already won the big prize."
But just then Violet's thoughts raced back to her last visit to Wonka's magnificent factory. She remembered the girl who had made her feel comfortable there. The wonderful, pretty, Ms. Veruca Salt. A smile was crafted on Violet's face. She looked down at the letter again and held it close to her.
Her mind was made up. She was definitely going back to the factory to see her wonderful friend again. Violet got up and walked into the other room to tell her mother, popping a bubble on her way.
End of Chapter 1
