A/N: This chapter was also written by me.
"I just can't believe it. He's gone. His whole family just up and went. What am I supposed to do now? I don't have an heir! What am I gonna do once I pass? Who will run the factory? Who will take care of you guys?" Willy was sitting on a couch in his Therapy Hall, telling all of his internal conflicts to his personal Oompa-Loompa psychiatrist. "I mean, Charlie was perfect! No one could ever replace him. How could I ever find a kid even remotely as qualified as Charlie? Well, I guess the same way I found Charlie which was—" Willy gasped in realization and rose from the couch. "That's just it! I'll hold another golden ticket contest! I'm bound to find another kid like Charlie that way! Wow, sometimes I just can't believe how good you are!" he said to the psychiatrist Oompa-Loompa, who then started nodding slowly in agreement.
Immediately that night, Willy forged five new, shiny golden tickets by pounding molten gold into thin sheets with his iron hammer against his iron anvil and imprinting jet-black letters on them that read "GOLDEN TICKET". He set them free into the wrappings of five Wonka Bars and watched them move along the conveyor belt to be packaged and sent to anywhere in the world. "Let's just hope it works out better the second time around," he whispered to himself.