(Charlie's POV):
I rush through the crowd of people who have no discovered my tickets, dodging attempts to buy my ticket from me. Wait until my family hears about this. This could change our lives forever!
"Hey, everyone!" I shout as I burst through the door waving the golden miracle.
"Look! I found it! I found the last Golden Ticket. It's mine!"
Everyone looks at me astonished.
"You're pulling our legs, Charlie," Grandpa Joe sighs.
"There are no more Golden Tickets."
"No, Grandpa," I exclaim quickly.
"That one was a fake. It says so in the paper. Matilda found some money and gave it to me last night and then this morning I went to the candy shoppe and bought a few Wonka bars and I found it! Look. See for yourself, Grandpa!"
I thrust the Golden Ticket into his line of vision.
"Read it, Joe, for heaven's sake!" Grandma Josephine tells him.
He has to study it a bit to find the right amount of vision, but he eventually finds a spot he can read it.
Greetings to you, the lucky finder of this golden ticket, from Mr. Willy Wonka. I shake you warmly by the hand and invite you to tour my factory, showing you everything there is to see. Afterwards, when it is time to leave, you will be escorted to a lot where, waiting for you will be several large trucks. These trucks contain a lifetime supply of chocolate for you and whoever you decide to share it with. It is also worth noting that one of you five lucky children will receive an extra prize beyond anything you could ever imagine. Now here are your instructions:
Please report to the gates on the first of October at 10 am sharp. Don't be late. You are allowed to bring one family member and only one family member to look after you. In your wildest dreams, you cannot imagine the marvelous surprises that await you!
Until then,
Willy Wonka
The whole family bursts into whoops, hollers, and laughter.
"Charlie, you did it! I knew you would," Grandpa Joe exclaims.
"We're so proud of you," Grandma Josephine tells me as she kisses me on the forehead.
"Wait a minute," I say.
"It says I can bring a family member."
I glance at Grandpa Joe, remembering that he used to work for Mr. Wonka, as did Grandma Josephine. It was actually how they met.
"I wish you could come, Grandpa Joe,"
"I know you do, Charlie," my mother says.
"But he's quite too old."
"Oh, no I'm not!" Grandpa George rasps.
"Not you," Grandma Georgina exclaims.
"Joe!"
"Know what? I don't know what?"
"JOE!" Grandma Georgina and Grandma Josephine shout.
"Oh. Him? He's too old!"
"Now wait just a candy-makin' minute!" Grandpa Joe exclaims.
"Who are you calling old? I'm as fit as a fiddle! Charlie, help me outta here."
I pull off the blankets and help Grandpa Joe move his legs so they can touch the ground. Then I help him sit straight up and try to get him to stand. This proves to be slightly difficult, and perhaps a bit dangerous as well, but I eventually succeed to the point where he need only hold one of my hands and then a bit further.
"There! You're doing it," I encourage him as we walk around the tiny shack.
Eventually he manages to make it on his own.
"I guess pop's going with Charlie," dad says.
The whole family cheers on Grandpa Joe until my mother calms everyone.
"Wait! It says it's on the first of October."
"So?" Grandpa Joe asks.
"That's tomorrow!"