Ok, here is a new chapter. As promised, it is bigger.
Chapter 3- Outside the Chocolate factory
(Grandpa looks at the ticket and sees a stapler on the ground)
Grandpa: Charlie give me the ticket!
(Grandpa takes the ticket and the stapler and starts stapling the ticket, he turns around and you see the ticket has been stapled like crazy)
Charlie: Grandpa, why did you do that to my ticket?
Grandpa: Cause now it looks like new!
(Charlie frowns, the camera goes around and we see Augustus, Mike, and Veruca)
Narrator: You may be wondering where Violet is. Her plane was blown up by terrorists on the way here.
Mike: Oh boy! I am gonna be a real cowboy when I grow up!
Augustus: I am over 500 pounds, and I am still happy!
Veruca: Daddy! Daddy? DADDY!!
Charlie: Grandpa, the competition looks kind of tough!
Grandpa: It's all right Charlie you can do it!
Charlie: Ummmm, don't you mean we?
Grandpa: Sorry Charlie. I can't hear you.
(Augustus collapses; we hear the sirens of an ambulance)
Charlie: Grandpa!
(The medical people come and feel Augustus's pulse. One shakes his head and throws a blanket over Augustus)
Veruca: Daddy! I want to have a blanket thrown over MY head!
Grandpa: Spoiled brat.
(Gunshot; camera zooms in on Mike)
Mike: Holy crap! These guns are real!!
Charlie: Grandpa we'd better hide!
Grandpa: Charlie you have the dumbest ideas! WAIT I have an idea, let's go hide behind that bush!
(They run off; Grandpa runs faster than Charlie)
Mike: I'm a cowboy!!
(Mike shoots a spectator, ketchup blood)
Mike: Yee haw!
(An empty gun barrel clicks)
Mike: Tarnation!
(Grandpa and Charlie come out of hiding and walk over to the main gate)
Charlie: Wow! Now the competition is really thick!
Grandpa: …….Right Charlie….
(Willy Wonka is being chased by an attack dog)
Willy: HELP ME!
(An Oompa Loompa grabs the dog)
Willy: Who brought a dog?
(No one claims the dog)
Willy: ….. alright then.
Willy: So, who is left exactly?
Vercuca: I AM!
Mike: Boy oh boy! I am!
Charlie: Me too!
Willy: ……you've got to be kidding me….. Oh well. Let the games begin!
Charlie: Wait, what games?
Willy: If I hear one more peep from you, someone in particular is going to get a slap upside the head!
Charlie: (Opened mouthed, gaping like a fish)
Willy: Stop acting like a codfish! (Threatens to hit Charlie, Charlie winces away)
Mike: Awww….. I'm out of ammo.
Willy: (Sarcastic) Oh darn!
Mike: (Mopes, starts to slouch)
Willy: No slouching!
Charlie: Um, so Mr. Wonka, what are we going to do?
Willy: Well, I'm going to have something… uhh… well now I can't remember.
Mike: Well, this is lame.
Charlie: Well, maybe we should go?
Willy: Well, maybe you two should stop trying to sound so smart.
Charlie: Well, maybe!
Willy: Oh I know! Got a someone to come and battle you!
Mike: Sweet! I need more ammo!
Charlie: I don't believe in violence.
Willy: Do you think I really care?
Charlie: If you really want to-
Willy: Stop there. Say, didn't you have parental supervision?
Charlie: Oh man! Grandpa? Grandpa? Grandpa!
Grandpa: Why hello Charlie! I met a funny man, he had spatulas for hands and lived in some kind of shrub.
Willy: (Pulls out walkie-talkie) Security? Hey, tighten up on spatula man.
Mike: …..
Charlie: …..
Grandpa: …..
Willy: (puts walkie-talkie away) Ahem….. anyways…… let's continue with the tour.
Charlie: What tour? You said we were going to battle……
Willy: I think SOMEONE needs their hearing checked! Let's go! (walks off, group follows)