A/N: Response Time: To mattTheWriter072, Mike doesn't let his son use technology because he didn't want him to have the same problem he did when he was a kid. However, as you can see, the opposite extreme isn't any better and perhaps even worse. You'll see who the final ticket winner is in this chapter. This chapter was written by dragonserpent18. Enjoy!

"This may have been a complete mess," Wonka said, "but I have confidence that this will go according to plan. After all, the last one must end up being the same way as Charlie. Or even better, he may be related to Charlie!"

An Oompa-Loompa whispered to another, "I think he's become delusional. As in he's reached 'an Oompa-Loompa with three cocoa beans or more' level of delusional. Either that, or he's just drunk."

"Drunk? What do you mean by drunk?"

"Haven't you heard? He once said that candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. That kind of passed over my head when I first heard that."

Wonka turned around to say, "Shh! The final ticket just got found!" He ran to the television in a very giddy manner.

The Oompa-Loompa muttered, "That was way too convenient."

The welcoming news anchor said, "Yes, everyone! The final ticket has indeed been found in America once again! The lucky winner hails from the city of Salem, Massachusetts. The boy's name is Damon Woods. We're going live to the home of the lucky winner."

The camera focused on a garage in a suburban area. Damon and his father were working on something interesting.

"Hello, everyone," Damon shyly said. He looked like your average boy except that he had an unusual eye color—yellow. "If you would like to know a little bit about me, here's everything you need to know: my father works as an audio engineer. He helps out the military a lot with his stuff. In his spare time, he's an inventor. We often work together on his projects. That's what we're doing right now, as a matter of fact."

"Can you tell us what you're attempting to work on?" a reporter asked while attempting to peek at the secret invention.

"No!" shouted Damon. "I apologize, but it's very dangerous. Only we should be the ones that can touch it. I'm sorry, but it can wreck a lot of property if it's messed with. It's very unfinished, and it could take months to complete; however, I will give you an exclusive look when it is complete."

"Very well, I understand your point," the reporter replied. "I shouldn't have done that."

"I apologize, as well," Damon said while bowing his head. "I shouldn't have snapped like that. I'm a very sheltered person. I usually get bullied a lot just because of my intelligence. It feels like a curse, but I wouldn't trade it away. After all, I can help my dad be happy, and I can take part in helping out others. A lot of good comes from helping others out."

Wonka looked at the Oompa-Loompas and smiled. He jumped into the air, dancing around and shouting, "Yippee!" The Oompa-Loompas looked at him in a confused manner as he pranced around like he was Charlie Brown getting invited to a Halloween party. "He's perfect!" shouted Mr. Wonka. "He's intelligent, resourceful, kind-hearted, well-mannered, helpful, and a hard worker. He's a perfect heir! Just as great as Charlie was!"

An Oompa-Loompa said, "He would be a good addition to the factory. He could make even your craziest ideas become real. He also seems like a good kid. I think he'll fit in well with the factory." Wonka was walking out of the room when the Oompa-Loompas asked, "Where are you going? You better not be heading to the Music Conservatory again."

Wonka answered, "Why would I do that? I mean, I am going to the Music Conservatory, but I think I'll write a song for him when he wins. You know, like a song of victory, while the others have a song of mockery. It'll help throw the suspicions off."

"Have it your way," the Oompa-Loompa said while laughing.