It was cold. Snow covered the ground and there was only the gloom of clouds overhead. You looked at the other golden ticket winners that surrounded you. You had read about all four of them in the local newspaper only the other day.

Firstly there was Scarlotte Ranshackles, she was a wealthy American who's daughter had found the ticket in a chocolate she had received as one of her many birthday gifts. She looked nice enough with her shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, salon tanned skin, pin stripped pants and white sleeveless v-neck shirt. Wasnt she cold? She was talking on her cell phone with one hand and in the other was the golden ticket. You overheard part of the conversation. It sounded as thought Scarlotte was talking to her daughter. Saying something about taking as many pictures, with her cell phone, of the factory as she could.

Standing next to Scarlotte was Jeff Funnel. He was a mechanic who owned his own shop. He had found the ticket because everyday after work he treats himself to a chocolate bar. Lucky for him on the fifth day he found the golden ticket, usually he would buy snickers bars, but he wanted the golden ticket so he switched over to Wonka Bars. He looked as though he was in his mid-thirties. He was wearing a trucker hat, a oil stained white shirt, a beaten up looking jean jacket, that no doubt covered his beer belly, denim pants with holes in the left knee and left back pocket, and a pair of cowboy boots. He looked like a real charmer...only not.

Standing to your left was David Lurchan. He was from England, and supposedly he threatened his 18 year old sister for the golden ticket. He was pale, spiked black hair, and had piercings covering his ears, nose, lips and eyebrows, he was wearing black lipstick and black eyeliner, wore a black t-shirt, black pants, army boots and a black leather duster. You could understand how his sister would feel a tad frightened when threatened by him. David then turned his head and looked at you through his red eyes, contax (sp?), and blew cigarette smoke in your face. You coughed, attempting to wave away the smoke, and moved your eyes to the next golden ticket holder.

Kate Katz. She was around your age, and she had found the golden ticket when she went to pick up chocolate at the movie theatre. Imagine her amazement when she bit off a piece of golden ticket. She was a little shorter then you, very petite, her hair was in cute little brown pigtails, she wore a white long sleeved shirt, jean overalls, and a big pink puffy jacket. She looked like she was a cute little twelve year old.

You looked down at herself. You were wearing your favorite green suede jacket, over a purple, off the shoulder, three quarter length, and cut off diagonally at the bottom shirt, your black flared dress pants, and your favorite baby doll shoe on your left foot, considering your right foot was still bandaged, but at least you had thought to paint your toe nails purple the night before. Also for this very special occasion you had died your hair a mossy candy purple colour, it was a hobby of yours to change your hair colour at least once every couple of months, or even wear different wigs. You came to the conclusion that you looked hot, except for the crutches. Oh no, what if the crutches slowed the whole group down? What if you couldnt join the others on the boat? What if Mr.Wonka was mad at you because of your accident? In the movie he didnt seem to concerned for the children's well being and you somehow doubted that he would care for your well being. With all these questions racing through your head, you realized that you had to calm down. You took a deep breath in...and out, and repeated the process about three times. Then realized that you had been in England's newspapers also. The reporters found you quite interesting because of the car accident and your slight injuries. Mr.Wonka reads the news paper...well in the movie he made a point to know who was going for the tours of his factory, so obviously he would know about your condition...hopefully. But what if- before you could finish your thought you heard the clock chime the hour. Ten o'clock in the morning. It was time. The Wonka factory gates slowly opened, and a voice was heard coming from speakers located on either side of the factories inner court yard;

''Please come forward.'' you knew that voice from the movie, it was Willy Wonka. Your heart began to beat rapidly as you began to move towards the factory, but before you could take two steps David kicked the crutch out from under you causing you to fall to the ground. David laughed as he lit another cigarette and kept walking. The other three ticket holders were quickly at your side, trying to help you up.

''Are you alright, sweetie?'' Scarlotte asked. You nodded.

''Is your ankle ok?'' Kate asked. You nodded again.

''Are you single, toots?'' Jeff asked as he looked you up and down.

''Thanks for helping me up, and Jeff to answer your question, yes I am single, and no I will not go out with you, so stop oogaling my goodies.'' You said, as you and the others made their way over to where David was standing.

''Way to tell him off, honey.'' Scarlotte remarked as she dusted some snow off of your jacket.

''Haha, oogle. Thats a funny word. You're funny, I like that in a person.'' Kate was laughing and clutching her stomach. You didnt mean for the statement you made to Jeff to be funny, but whatever.
Finally you all reached the front door.

''What do you think will happen?'' Asked Kate.

''Possibly the puppets song. ''Scarlotte said in awe as she gazed up at the giant factory doors. You didnt say anything but, knew for a fact that Willy Wonka didnt like to repeat the same thing twice, so the chance that the puppets would be singing was slim...but then again Mr.Wonka was repeating his tour so anything was possible but then again-before you could finish your thought you felt a hand on your butt. You turn your head to see Jeff's hand on you and him winking at you. Ew! You were about to hit him off with one of your hands but before you had the chance to do so Kate swatted him away. You smiled at her in silent thanks, Kate only nodded in return, and then put her own hand onto your butt...oh boy! Between Jeff Funnel and Kate Katz, this was going to be a long day.

The door of the factory slowly began to open. Everybody went quiet. Jeff had stopped scratching his crotch, Scarlotte had put her cell phone away, Kate took her hand back from your ass, David had stopped in the middle of lighting his new cigarette, and you just stared with your mouth ajar. None of them, including you, knew exactly was going to happen.