"I sadly do not own willy wonka and the chocolate factory. I only own my original character.
(Erin's p.o.v)
We arrived where Mrs. Bucket worked but the door was locked and all the lights were off. We must have just missed her because there was still a trickle of smoke coming from the metal vent on the roof of the building. We looked at each other and shrugged before finally heading home. We arrived a little later then expected since we stopped along the way to buy a loaf of bread and some other groceries for dinner.
As we walked in Grandpa Joe excitedly woke up the other grandparents saying
"Wake up! Wake up! Charlie's home!" He hugged his mother and went around hugging all the grandparents, saying each of their names as he went. I was shocked when Charlie's mother hugged me as well. I'm not used to this kind of contact and I felt awkward not knowing whether or not to hug back. She finally pulled back and smiled at me before preparing bowls of cabbage stew for me and Charlie.
Charlie saw the food we were eating for dinner and frowned.
"Grandpa is this your dinner?" Grandpa Joe looked at Charlie with a confused look.
"Well it's your dinner two Charlie." Charlie frowned and made a disgusted face.
"I'm tired of cabbage stew, it's just not enough!" The grandparents started saying things like "Charlie what's gotten into you" and things like that. Charlie and I looked over at each other and grinned before reaching into our bags and pulling out groceries. From the bags we had gotten at the store we pulled out milk, eggs, meat, coffee, and bread. Most of the stuff other than the bread we had bought with the money I had found in my bag. The prices were so cheap compared to what it was like where I lived that it barley made a dent in the stack of bills in my bag.
Charlie's mother and the grandparents looked at us in shock as they saw all the food we had brought home. Charlie's mother was the first to her senses and speak.
"Charlie! Erin! Where did you get all this?" Grandpa Joe cut in before we could answer,
"Who cares where they got, what matters is they got it!" Knowing that this wouldn't be a good enough answer for Charlie's mom I explained how we got all the food.
"Charlie got his his pay from Mr. Jopek today and I used some of the money I had in my bag from when I got here." Charlie's mother smiled in relief knowing that we hadn't stolen anything and Charlie walked up to her with the last of his change. I bought most of the stuff knowing that the story required that he have change left for grandpa Joe to buy a Wonka bar. I had to tell Charlie that he could pay me back one day when he was rich and famous so that he would stop fighting me on wanting to buy most of the stuff himself.
That night rather than eating cabbage we had beef stew with carrots and potatoes with a thick slice if bread for everyone. The food was delicious and I could tell that the grandparents were happy with the change of meal.
As Charlie's mother and the other grandparents went to bed, Charlie and I stayed up with grandpa Joe to talk about what happened that day. We all whispered so that we wouldn't wake up everyone else in the house. Charlie was the one speaking at the time.
"On our way home today, Erin and I stopped at wonkas chocolate factory. There was this strange old man there, I think he was a tinker. Her said no one ever goes in and no one ever comes out." Grandpa Joe looked at as with wide eyes nodding his head.
"And right he was Charlie. Not since the tragic day that Willy Wonka locked." Charlie looked at him shocked and excited
"Why'd he lock it?!" Grandpa eagerly started to tell the story.
"Because all the other chocolate makers in the world were sending in spies dressed as workers to steal Mr. Wonka's secret recipes. Especially Slugworth. Ooh Slugwoth was the worst! Finally Mr. Wonka cried I SHALL BE RIUNED! Close the factory! And that's just what he did. He locked the gates and vanished completely. And then suddenly about three years later the most amazing thing happened. The factory started working again. Full blast! And more delicious candies were coming out yen ever before! But the gates stayed locked so that no one, not even Mr. Slugworth could steal them." Charlie looked confused for a moment.
"But grandpa, someone must be helping Mr. Wonka work the factory." Grandpa Joe cut in,
"Though sands must be helping him."
"But who?"who are they?" Grandpa Joe just shook his head.
"That is the biggest mystery of them all!" He nodded his head to make his point. At this point we all decided to go to be. Mostly because Charlie had school in the morning and needed to get his rest. As I walked to with Charlie up to the small room we shared I couldn't help feeling excited for the way things were going to go tomorrow with the news of the actual contest being announced and all. That means I would have to leave early to get to Charlie's school on time for when the teacher dismisses them all. I lay down in my bed my minding racing. I force myself to clear my mind so that I'll have enough energy tomorrow. Now the story really begins!
(Charlie's p.o.v.)
I closed my eyes the moment my head hit pillow. I was tired but the story that Grandpa Joe told be and Erin was still running through my head. I fell asleep still looking out my window staring at the huge factory in the distance. 'What I wouldn't give to go in'. I finally fell asleep with that thought in my head.
(Willy Wonka's p.o.v.)
All the preparations for the announcement tomorrow were almost complete. I was so excited! Finally I might be able to find a child to teach all my ways so that they may continue on with my Factory! It's been so long since I've actually met with people other then the Oompa Loompas and Mr. Wilkinson. I have to admit I was a bit nervous. Even when I was surrounded by people I was still considered quite odd. I can only imagine how they might think of me now after all these years. Not that I'm old mind you I started my business when I was quite young. Anyways, off topic, if my plan works then by the end of the contest not only will I have raised enough money for the company to invest in making even more fantastic candies but I will also have a suitable heir to help me in the inventing process! Hopefully the right people will find the tickets. It would be terrible if it was only a group of spoiled brats. Yuck!
I sat down at my desk and plopped my hat down on its stand picking up one of the Flyers I had that would be sent out advertising the contest. I leaned on my hand while silently tapping my temple. Things were about to get very interesting. The thought brought a curious smile to my lips. Very interesting...
(Erin's p.o.v.)
I woke up to smell of breakfast cooking downstairs. The smell of eggs and bacon wafted up through the thin walls. Apparently Charlie smelled it as well because he dragged himself out a bed along side me. Dragging ourselves to the food. After breakfast Charlie got ready for school and quickly ran off so as not to be late. After helping Mrs. Bucket clean up the house and the dishes I decided to take another walk through the town. It was nice not having the sounds of traffic or thick smog filling the streets. Everything had a nice old fashioned look to it and the people were nicer then they were back home. It was like the stories my old neighbors use to talk about when they were kids. How every one was kind and people weren't afraid of one another. There wasn't the strong sense of stranger danger. It really felt... Nice.
I couldn't help smiling at the thought. As I was walking through one of the main streets I saw a sign posted on one of the light posts. It was a flyer advertising the contest for the golden tickets. Soon the news would make it to the radio and then everyone would know. The world would be in a frenzy looking for the tickets.
After about half an hour of walking I decided to start heading over to Charlie's school knowing that by now the news had made it to the radio stations and the science teacher would be dismissing the class to join the search. Not that it would do him any good that is.
I made it there just in time to see the sea of children running out of the school with their bags flapping behind them as they made their way to the candy stores to buy Wonka bars. At the back of the pack was Charlie walking over slowly looking depressed. Poor kid, he must feel like c*** right now. Seeing all the other kids go off to find tickets when he can't. It wasn't fair, thankfully everything is going to turn out all right. When he looked up from the the ground and saw me a smile lit up his entire face. I walked with him to Mr. Jopek's news paper stand and joined him on his paper route. The stand was busy with people trying to get as much info as they could about the contest. We barely got through to get the papers that needed to be delivered.
After delivering all the papers we made our way home and with the rest of the family watched the TV listening to the new report on the contest. I could hear the grandparents talking about something but I wasn't really paying attention. It was one thing to see the news report I the movie but it was who other thing to actually sit down and experience it. Just the overwhelming feeling that this was real and that everything was really happening to me was just daunting. In my thought I remembered the scene in the movie when a patient is talking with his therapist about a dream and the doctor went all types of psycho over the dream of a mentally ill man. I was pretty funny and that part of the movie never failed to make me laugh.
For days after the announcement all you heard was people talking about the contest. It was on tv, radio, newspapers, magazines! You couldn't get away from it for a minute and I could tell that it was putting little Charlie down despite the happy face he tried to show. Though despite all of this he loved watching the news about the search on the tv every night. When we saw the first golden ticket finder every one kept commenting on what a greedy boy he looked like. I couldn't really deny it. The boy was a pig and his parents didn't show any better manners except for the mother and even then it wasn't by much. The father even ate a microphone held by one of the reported for Petes sake!
The light of that time period was Charlie's birthday. We were all excited. The grandparents made Charlie a beautiful scarf and Mrs. Bucket bought him a coveted Wonka Bar. For my gift I bought Charlie a pair of shoes. His old ones were starting to fall apart and these would last him awhile. They'd also come in handy during the tour with all the walking and all.
(Willy Wonka's p.o.v.)
When the news of the first ticket finder reached me I have to admit I was not pleased. I thought, 'this boy is a pig! Greedy with terrible manners! I can't possibly have someone like that run my factory, they'd run it to the ground!' I ran my hands through my messy hair. Hopefully the other finders would be better suited to run the factory then this slob. Hopefully a child with a mind filled with wonder and imagination. It's so hard now a days to find someone like this. With so much violence in the media children all want to grow up so fast and have little imaginations. I decided to take a walk through the factory to clear my mind. The beauty of it all never ceased to relax me. I sat down and rested my back against one of the gummy bear trees. Looking out at the chocolate river running slowly through the candy fields was relaxing. So much so that I simply drifted off to sleep there.
Wow I really dropped the ball with updating this chapter and I will really try to update more often in the future.