A/N: Response Time: To mattTheWriter072, yes really. It is worse. You'll just have to wait and see how Rouge will (mis)behave in the factory. To Linkwonka88, I'm glad you thought it was funny? Anyways, this chapter was written by me, and I hope you all enjoy! Oh, and happy 11th anniversary, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory"!

The next day, the next golden ticket was found. This one was also found in America. Willy turned on his TV to the news channel. "The penultimate golden ticket was found right here in Denver, Colorado! And here is the lucky finder, Jake Teavee, son of original golden ticket winner Mike Teavee!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Wonka screamed at the top of his lungs. About fifty Oompa-Loompas came rushing into the room immediately.

"What's wrong? What happened?" they all asked.

"Mike Teavee's son won the next golden ticket."

"Are you that surprised at this point?" one Oompa-Loompa asked.

"Well, I guess not."

"And he might not be that bad. You never know. Come on, let's find out." They all continued watching the news report.

Jake looked a lot like his dad did when he was younger, but had a bigger build than he did. He was wearing a football uniform and was holding a football helmet in his right arm.

"So what do you like to do, Jake?" one reporter asked.

"I love sports. Sports are my life. My life's purpose is to play sports and win hard!" he said in a most serious tone.

"What kind of sports?"

"Football."

"Well, football is his favorite," his dad said. "But he also plays basketball, soccer, and baseball. We don't let him watch TV, or play video games, or go on the Internet, so he's pretty much outside all the time. He only comes inside to eat and sleep."

"Shut up, Dad! This is my interview!"

"Okay, okay. Sorry, Son."

The reporter continued, "And how did you find your ticket, Jake? Did you eat a lot of candy bars?"

Jake scoffed. "No. Are you kidding me? Candy bars? The only kind of bars I eat are protein bars. My dad just used his computer geek science to find the ticket for me."

Mike leaned over to his son and whispered, "You weren't supposed to mention that!"

"So Mister Mike Cheater-Pants once again cracked the system to get a golden ticket!" Wonka said angrily.

"And what do you think of the other golden ticket winners?" the reporter asked.

"They're pathetic! I'll easily pound each and every one of them into the ground!" He then grabbed a nearby pillow and ripped it in half while screaming as loud as he could. "I'm pumped to win this stupid factory competition!" he said with a bright, red face and bulging veins on his neck.

"I can't believe this. All four of the past golden ticket winners are coming back with their little brats who are worse than even they were," Wonka said as he stormed his way to the Music Conservatory to, you guessed it, write another song for the recently revealed golden ticket winner.

"You are just repeating your past mistakes! This is how you lost Charlie!" one Oompa-Loompa beside him said.

"No, I'm not. Well, yes, I am, but it's not guaranteed that I'll get them all into accidents. Only if I feel like they're getting too troublesome. And, like I said, no one will ever know that I planned it this time. Oh, and to make you feel better, I promise not to make a song or plan an endgame for the next golden ticket winner that is revealed."

"Okay. But what if he's the worst brat of them all?" the Oompa-Loompa asked.

"No, he won't be. If this pattern is to follow, we should be getting a kind-hearted, sweet, little boy as the fifth golden ticket winner, just like Charlie."

"Whatever you say."