Bella streched and yawned. She had had a good sleep. 'Wait what's goin' on out there?' she thought. There was a croud of people gathering near a pole. She slipped some shoes on, and ran out the door. There were so many people she had to crawl under them. She moved to where she could read it. It said,

"Dear people of the world...I, Willy Wonka have decided to allow six children to visit my factory this year. In addition, one of these children shall recieve a special prize beyond anything you could ever imagine!"

Bella stopped reading, she had to go tell Dib. She ran back to his house and through the door. (Anyone could just waltz in their door!) She ran up to his bedroom. "Dib, you gotta see this! 'C'mon!" She shook him, until he finally got out of bed. "How did you get in our house?" Bella paused. "You should really buy a lock for that thing! Now come on, we gotta run!" She tugged Dib's hand while running twords the paper. Dib wondered how someone as old as her could have just woken up, and have this much energy.

She had pulled him all the way to the pole, and made him read it. "Wow! I would get a chance to see everything! I gotta tell my fellow Eyeballs about this!" Dib ran back to his home. "You go do that!"She ran to where the factory was, they were already doing a news piece about it. "Six golden tickets have been hidden underneath the ordinary wrapping paper of six ordinary Wonka bars. The bars may be anywhere, in any shop, in any street, in any town, in any country in the world."

She had listened for a while, but had gotten too over-exited, and ran home. "Mom!Dad!You'! Thefactoryisreopening, andlettingkidsinside. !" Her mother had not caught a single word out of that jumbled mess. Her father on the other hand, understood completely. "How!" Bella shrugged. "I dunno, maybe he got bored! C'mon let's go buy one!"

"Now honey, remember the lottery tickets?" Bella gave her a bored look. "Yes mom, dad tryed and he lost forty dollars. When I tryed I won six hundred dollars! Now let's go!" She tugged at her mother and father hoping they would come, but they wouldn't budge. "Then can I go by myself?" Her mother shook her head. "Ugh, killjoys!" Bella stomped back to her room. Bella got a notebook and started writing a poem.

I am bored, here by my window.

Dib is doin' stuff.

Zim is hopefully, not conquering Earth.

And Gaz is doing, well whatever Gaz does.

And I can't even have a chance to find a ticket.

She put her notebook down, and sat at her desk. She drew a picture of the entire Invader Zim cast, but there was a irken in the middle. It was herself. She went downstairs, and turned the news on. There was a fat kid with chocolate all over his mouth. He is being interviewed. "I am eating the Wonka bar and I taste something that is not chocolate, or coconut, or walnut, or peanut butter, or nougat, or butter brittle, or caramel, or sprinkles.

(Jeebus, this kid knows his chocolate!)

So I look and I find the golden ticket!" He waves a golden ticket, that is smothered in chocolate, and has a bite mark in it. "Augustus, how did you celebrate?" He didn't hesitate. "I eat more candy!" Bella had a look of disgust on her face. "What a porker!" She turns back to the T.V and keeps watching.

The 'proud' mother smiled for the cameras. "We knew Augustus would find the golden ticket. He eats so many candy bars a day that it was not possible for him not to find one!" She then hugged Augustus and held up the golden ticket. Bella quickly shut the T.V off. "I bet he has a healthy lifestyle!" She muttered. "Mom I'm gonna go to bed!" Her mom looked at Bella in shock. "But Bella, it's Summer vacation!" Bella gave her a tired look, and went to bed.

"Nayella, couldn't you just let her buy one."

"Tom, you know very well she won't win!"

He had to agree with that. "If I know my daughter, she'll sneak out and buy one. Guaranteed fact!" Nayella (or Bella's mom) shook her head, and went to go make dinner. Bella layed on her bed listening to the conversation.

~Next ticket found~

The T.V shows a girl that looks around the age of 11, is smiling sweetly. A reporter asked "Veruca. Can you spell that for us, please?" She sucks up the attention from the cameras. "V-E-R-U-C-A. Veruca Salt." The cameras flash rapidly.

The father, who looks about 40 says,"As soon as my little Veruca told me she had to have one of these golden tickets, I started buying all the Wonka bars I could lay my hands on. Thousands of them. Hundreds of thousands. I'm in the nut busness, you see. So I say to my workers: "Morning ladies. From now on, you can stop shelling peanuts and start shelling the wrappers off these chocolate bars instead." Three days went by, and we had no luck. Oh, it was terrible. My little Veruca got more and more upset each day. Well, gentlemen, I just hated to see my little girl feeling unhappy like that. I vowed I would keep searching until I could give her what she wanted. And finally, I found her a ticket."

Veruca smiles and flashes the ticket for the cameras. Bella jumped from the couch and yelled, "OH DAMN YOU, YOU EVIL BRAT! YOU MOCK ME WITH THAT TICKET! JUST LIKE THOSE DAMNED CHIWAWA CHEERLEADERS!" Nayella shook her head and said. "Sometimes I wonder where you get this stuff." Bella turned to face her mom. "It kinda comes out of the blue..." Bella sat back down. "Hey, Bella, would you like to visit your boyfriend?" Bella stared at her bug-eyed. "Mom! He's not my boyfriend! And he's busy with his secret orginization, I don't wanna interupt!" Nayella rolled her eyes. "You two are so alike."

Tom (a.k.a Bella's dad) ran through the door. "Bella, since you were so exited about the tickets, I got you a Wonka bar!" Bella hugged her dad. "Oh, thank you daddy! I will Jhonen-ify you in deviantArt!" Tom paused for a second. "I have no idea where that came from, but thank you sweetie." Nayella glared at him. "Tom..." "Nayella, it's only one!" Nayella opened her mouth to say something, but didn't say it. Bella quickly opened it. Nothing. "See, she only got dissapointed!" Nayella scowled.

"No, I love chocolate. Would you like some?" Bella offered the other half to them. "Okay, but don't let this spoil your appitite!" The family had a laugh as Nayella cooked dinner. That night Bella lay in her bed wondering if she even needed a golden ticket.

~Next day~

Bella was drinking some Capri Sun when her father turned the news on. "The third ticket was found by Miss Violet Beauregarde." Ugh. Hearing about the tickets made her want to find one even more. A woman and her daughter are standing in front of many trophies. "These are just some of the 263 trophies and medals my Violet has won." The camera switches to Violet. "I'm a gum chewer mostly, but when I heard about these ticket things, I laid off the gum, switched to candy bars."

Violet's mother smiles brightly. "She's just a driven young woman. I don't know where she gets it." (I can give you 3 ideas...) "I'm the world champion gum chewer. This piece of gum I'm chewing right at this moment I've been working on for three months solid. That's a record." "Of course, I did have my share of trophies, mostly baton." The cameras switched back to Violet. "So it says that one kid is gonna get this special prize, better than all the rest. I don't care who those other five are. That kid, it's gonna be me!" "Tell them why Violet." "Because I'm a winner!" Bella looked at her juice.

Bella slumped in her chair. This 'ticket' thing was really messing her up. "The fourth golden ticket has been found by a boy called Mike Teavee." Bella slowly turned around. "Oh, boy." She grumbled. The boy was playing some sort of shooting game, not paying attention to anything else. "All you had to do was track the manufacturing dates offset by weather and the derivative of the Nikkei Index. A retard could figure it out." The dad shrugged and said. "Most of the time I don't know what he's talking about. You know, kids these days what with all the technology," Mike screamed 'Die' at the T.V, interupting his father. "Doesn't seem like they stay kids very long."

Mike paused his game and put down the controller. "In the end, I only had to buy one candy bar."

"And how did it taste?"

"I don't know. I hate chocolate."

Bella hated this kid even more than the rich girl. "Oh yeah, it's good to go to a chocolate factory, if you hate chocolate, you little fu-" "Language!" Her father yelled. She sat back down, squeezing the juice as hard as she could. She grabbed the remote and turned the T.V off. Everyone who won was just spoiled rotten. "Hey I know your down about this, so uh, I've decided to give you your allowance early." Bella was wondering if this was a hint. She smiled and slowly took the five dollars.

She ran down the street, where Dib's house was. She knocked on the door, it was a few moments before Dib answered. "Hi Bella." She grabbed his hand. "No time to explain! Let's go!" They ran all the way to the nearest store. "Why did we run here?" Dib was panting, she could run like lightning. "We may have a chance for the golden ticket!" Dib gave her a strange glare. "It would be neat to tour it but, we have almost no chance at all of finding one!"

"Well we can try." Dib had to agree with that. So he went in the store as well. He found Bella at the counter. "Two Wonka bars please." She held out the money. The man gave her two Wonka bars. Dib opened his slowly. Bella on the other hand tore into hers. What they saw shocked them both. Two golden tickets. Things were going to get a lot more interesting.