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Chapter Nine
In the homes of Veruca Salt, Violet Beauregarde, Mike Teavee, and Augustus Gloop, a certain piece of mail was pushed through each subject's mailbox in the middle of the night.
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The next morning a servant of the Salt household found the piece of mail and picked it up. Reading the name on the front of the envelope, the servant went straight to the breakfast room where the family was residing. Walking into the room and bowing slightly to the family the servant cleared his throat to get everybody's attention.
"Mail for the young Miss Veruca Salt," the servant answered.
"Who could possibly be writing to her at this time in the morning?" Mr. Salt asked.
Veruca gave her father a face. "Very funny. As if you don't get mail during breakfast time."
"Well, go on and open it, no use waiting until later," Mrs. Salt interrupted, causing both of them to stop arguing.
Veruca sighed and opened the envelope. Pulling the piece of paper out, she began reading it. Looking up in shock she looked like she was about to faint in shock.
"W—Willy Wonka…" Veruca squeaked before fainted flat onto the floor.
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Violet was in the exercise room on the walking machine when her mother came bursting into the room, running over to where her daughter was. Violet noticed that her mother was looking excited and flabbergasted at the same time. Violet sighed and stopped the machine before getting off.
"What is it, mother?" Violet asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Mrs. Beauregarde smiled nervously. "You wouldn't believe who just wrote to you."
Violet raised her eyes. "Who?"
"Willy Wonka."
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That morning Mike Teavee snuck out of his room to go watch some television, as if that was going to help him any, since whenever he watched it, he didn't feel like watching it. But he couldn't help himself, whenever he wasn't watching it he felt like he wanted to even though he knew he didn't.
Sitting on the couch, Mike was about to turn the television on when Mrs. Teavee came rushing in from the outside, apparently having gone to retrieve the newspaper and the morning mail.
"Mike, this is unbelievable! Willy Wonka just wrote to you! What in God's name does this man want with you?" Mrs. Teavee exclaimed.
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Reading the mail that he got, Augustus looked up at his family. This was insane. This couldn't be real.
"Well, what is it, Augustus?" Mrs. Gloop asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"It's Willy Wonka, mother, he has written to me," Augustus stated.
"Well, let's hear it then," Mr. Gloop exclaimed. "Let's see what the old fart wants."
"Do you think it is reasonable for Augustus—" Mrs. Gloop began.
"Just read it, Augustus," Sven spoke up. "Better now than later."
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At this moment at the different parts of the world, the four ticket holders began reading their letters aloud.
Dear Ticket holder,
The years have been long; we each have gone with our lives. But we all share a moment in time so long ago and we would like to share another moment for the good times' sake. So to celebrate the past and celebrate the future, let us meet on Halloween day and talk about the good times. Please meet outside the gates at 10 A.M. on October 31. There will be plenty of food and drink for you and your whole family. Hope to see you there.
Sincerely,
Willy Wonka and Charlie Bucket