The great thing about this fanfiction? The chapters aren't very long, so I can bang one out in half an hour, which is a definite first for me


Eeww. Just Eeww…

After the first ticket was found, the searching became frenzied. All the disbelievers, who had considered the thing a scam, were digging into their savings, buying anything that was brown and sugary.

It was only a few days later when the next was discovered. And once again, Wonka had flown to the TV room, immediately forgetting his early work.

"It's a girl!" the Oompa Loompas cried, as their boss ran in, red coat flapping behind him.

"Turn it up, turn it up" Wonka squealed, hands fidgeting from the excitement.

The Oompa Loompas had been right; the second winner was a girl, apparently very rich. A huge grin of pearly whites shone through the screen, almost as brightly as the rock on her mother's finger. Her father was on her left, and looked almost as stern as his own.

"Daddy…" he whispered, falling into flashback mode. "Papa…"

Thankfully, the Oompa Loompas, knowing he wouldn't want to miss this interview for anything, took his cane, and whacked him over the head with it, bringing him back to reality.

"Ow…thanks."

As he watched the interview, he was aghast at the father's explanation. He didn't mind the buying buy the crate load, but what had he done with all the chocolate afterwards? It certainly didn't appear that Veruca had eaten it. How could you waste so much chocolate? It was…inhuman!

And what sort of a name was Veruca anyway? He'd had a Veruca once. Horrible, painful little thing that refused to go away for months. However, it probably suited her.

Judging from her p-p-parents story, the girl had never wanted anything without getting it. If she'd wanted to become a chocolatier, her parents probably would have just bought Switzerland for her. She was spoiled, no two, three, four ways about it.

But that wasn't really fair was it? He hadn't even met her yet.

"Gosh darnit" he muttered.

Well, there were easily was to see if she was bad all the way through. The factory was nothing if not full of opportunities.

Wonka gave a sly grin. Considering her father's occupation, he had the perfect room.

"Well my dear little child. Let's see how the squirrels like you."

And if she was good deep down? Well, he was certain he could get the squirrels off before tried to extract the 'good nut'.

Fairly certain…

…Almost.


To be continued...