Author's note: OK, we're getting nearer the factory, now. Shorter than the chapters up until now, but I'll be starting school again soon and I want to get as much posted as possible before the workload starts to mount up. Thank you to all you beautiful reviewers!

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"Oh, look, dear," Mr Teavee said to his wife over the trills and blasts of Mike's video game, "Willa Wonka is opening up his factory for a day."
"Good for him," Mike interrupted. Mr Teavee cleared his throat and rustled his paper nervously before continuing.
"Five Wonka bars contain Golden Tickets which allow five children access for the day, including a guided tour from Willy Wonka himself."
Mike yawned pointedly and flipped off his game.
"Oh, did you lose, dear?" his mother asked politely. Mike raised an eyebrow which told his mother he certainly did not lose.
"I need more challenging games. Any idiot can override the Magmax code and convert in into binary so you can use the Ring of Invisibility and the Morphing Potion at the same time."
He picked up the remote control and put on the TV.
"A cure for the common cold may have been found," a newsreader announced blandly, "A research scientist in Michigan has discovered a particular type of white blood cell contains a chemical which can adapt to the virus, thus able to combat all variations of colds and influenza."
"I coulda told you that," Mike muttered.
"Tell us more about the Wonka competition, dear." Mrs Teavee said to Mr Teavee.
"Well, the first two tickets have been found by, uh," he checked the paper, "Augustus Gloop and Veruca Salt. Apparently they are both very excited about the visit," he raised his voice as Mike hit the 'volume' button on the TV, "and hope to win the big, mystery prize at the end of the tour."
Mike shook his head – honestly, some people just didn't have lives. He rubbed his sore, dark eyes as he squinted at the television.
"In recent news," the newsreader continued, "the third Golden Ticket has been found by Miss Violet Beauregard."
Mike groaned and went to put his game back on.
"Oh, could we watch this, honey?" his mother asked, knowing it was a long shot. Mike sighed heavily, more than implying his annoyance, but left it on anyway. As he watched, he formed a plan in his mind. It was pretty simple mathematics, he reckoned, to take all the factors together, pull them around a bit, and find one of the tickets. But he wouldn't even though he knew could, because all chocolate tasted the same: foul.
"Of course," a young, female voice came from the TV, "Finding the ticket wasn't really anything to do with my superb winning streak – although I'm sure it did help – it was just luck."
Mike snapped his head up to look at the cheery-faced, blue-suited, gum-chewing Violet Beauregard on the screen. Luck? He thought incredulously, Luck? These kids are clearly stupid. This tour needs someone with an IQ larger than a flea's. He got up and went to the computer in his room. He typed 'Wonka's chocolate' into a search engine, vaguely amused by the fact that it was the first and last time he would ever have to do so. After doing a bit of research, he raked through hundreds of sites which went on about the competition and the previous three winners until he finally got to a site which sold the stuff. He sent a request stating exactly what he wanted (the third Wonka bar from the left on the top shelf of Minty's Candy Store in Bloomington, Illinois) along with a few threats. After giving the credit card details his dad had given up long ago, he sat back contentedly in his chair knowing that, in a few short hours, he would be either the fourth or fifth Golden Ticket winner.