Chapter 2: Grandpa Joe and Mr. Jopeck

Author's note: The second chapter of my novelization is now here! I will most likely publish chapter 3 of it today as well. Don't worry, I will try to get the next chapter of "Charlie's Chocolatey Adventure" released either today or tomorrow.

MysteriousMaker1185, no "The Candyman" was not in Dahl's script. As a matter of fact, when the movie began to screen publicly, Dahl tried everything to get rid of that song from the movie. He absolutely hated it.

(Credits: As I said, none of the ideas in this story are mine, as this is a novelization. Every idea in this story belongs to Roald Dahl.)

Now, on with the story! :D

It was nearly dusk at this time. Charlie was still homeward bound. He was on another street now, and while walking, he passed a street vendor selling bagels and roasted chestnuts. The vendor was heavily muffled to protect him from the cold. As Charlie ran by him, he called out, "'Night, Charlie boy!"

"'Night, Mr. Winkle!" Charlie called out, still running.

Charlie was still heading home, and it was dusk now. This neighborhood looked extremely poor, but still, Charlie kept running on. He ended up at an intersect, and he had to pause to wait for traffic. He was panting and out of breath, and standing beside a small newspaper stall. The newspaperman by it was an extremely ancient fellow, and he was also heavily muffled. He was currently stamping his feet and flapping his arms around to try to warm himself up.

"It's a freezer tonight, eh Charlie?" said the newspaperman.

Still panting, Charlie said, "Sure is, Mr. Jopeck."

"How's everyone at home?" Mr. Jopeck asked Charlie curiously.

"Fine, thank you," responded Charlie Bucket politely.

"Granddaddy's and grandmas' still bearing up?" enquired Mr. Jopeck.

"Uh-uh," responded Charlie.

"Still in bed?" Mr. Jopeck asked.

Charlie nodded, shivering even more.

"All four of 'em?" Mr. Jopeck asked.

"Yes," Charlie responded.

"They never get up?" Mr. Jopeck enquired.

"Oh, no," Charlie responded.

"How long they been like that?" Mr. Jopeck asked.

"Mother says twenty years," Charlie responded.

"My gawd," responded Mr. Jopeck. "That's a long time to lie in bed!...Poor old Joe…"

Mr. Jopeck sighed.

"Well well," Mr. Jopeck said, sighing again. "You know your old Grandpa Joe and me, we used to work together in the factory...buddies...years and years ago, that was...he must be over ninety now, eh?"

"He's ninety-two," responded Charlie.

"Is he, begad!" said Mr. Jopeck, absolutely shocked. "Well, well...you give him my best regards…"

Charlie was watching the traffic and starting to become impatient.

"Sure will," Charlie responded.

"Night, Charlie," Mr. Jopeck told Charlie.

"'Night, Mr. Jopeck," Charlie told Mr. Jopeck.

Then, Charlie hurried across the street.

Author's note: What did you think of this chapter, everyone? As for me, I rather enjoyed Charlie's walk in this script, as well as the chat with Mr. Jopeck about Grandpa Joe, instead of him quickly running home during his paper route, and his super small conversation with Mr. Jopeck. That's just my opinion, though. What do you guys and gals think? Do you agree with my opinion? Disagree with it? Or, do you have a different opinion entirely? Regardless of opinion, I hope that you all stay tuned for the next chapter! :D

Until then,

Gabe S. :)