Charlie had waited for Nat to finish work so they could go home to see who won the third golden ticket. They raced through the fence and inside.
"Come on let's see who got It." said Mrs. Bucket. Charlie handed the paper to his father as his mother fiddled around with the knobs on the TV.
"The third ticket was found by Miss Violet Beauregarde of Atlanta, Georgia" read Mr. Bucket.
The TV turned on to show a little blonde girl, standing in a trophy room with her mother, who was dressed in the same outfit as her daughter.
"I'm a gum chewer, mostly, but when I heard about these ticket things, I laid off gum and switched to candy bars." said Violet, snapping he gum as she talked.
"It says here that one of the kids is gonna win that special prize. I don't care who those other four kids are that kid is gonna be me"
"Tell them why, Violet." said Mrs. Beauregarde.
"Because I am a winner." replied Violet.
"This just in! The fourth ticket has been found. I repeat the fourth golden ticket has been found. We cross now live to Colorado." said the reporter as the camera tuned into someone's living room. A middle-aged couple stood there amongst the flashed of cameras. A boy was sitting on the floor playing a video game. he explained something about tracking manufacturing codes and something about cracking the system, before continuing with his game.
"In the end I only had to buy one candy bar." said Mike.
"And how did it taste?" asked a reporter.
"I don't know. I hate chocolate." said Mike.
"Well it's a good thing you're going to a chocolate factory you ungrateful little b…" yelled grandpa George. Natalie had managed to race over to Charlie and cover his ears before he heard their grandpa shout any profanities.
"Why would anyone want to visit a chocolate factory if they didn't like chocolate." wondered Natalie.
"…That question is where is the last remaining golden ticket?" wondered the TV reporter.
"Charlie!" whispered Grandpa Joe. Charlie crept downstairs and went to see his grandfather. He held up a shiny silver coin.
"You and I are going to have one last crack and finding that last golden ticket." whispered Grandpa Joe.
"Are you sure you want to spend your money on that grandpa?" asked Charlie.
"Of course I'm sure. Now, go down to the nearest store and bring back the first bar you see." said Grandpa Joe. A little while later, Charlie returned with a Wonka bar.
"Which end should we open?" wondered Grandpa Joe.
"Just open it quickly, just like a band aid." said Charlie. They closed their eyes and ripped the packet. Nothing.
"Oh Well Grandpa. It was worth a shot." sighed Charlie. Upstairs, Natalie was listening to everything. Oh how she wished that a miracle could happen.