A/N: Fourth chapter is up. I've already got all of these written in a notebook of mine, I just need to type them up. It's taking longer than I thought.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, only Toffee. :(

Veruca Salt

The Bucket family sat around the crakling television, watching as the news reporter interviewed the winner of the second ticket.

A short little girl in an extremely expensive outfit stood between her parents, who were also wearing expensive clothing. The area of their house that they were standing in looked very spacious, and again, expensive.

The reporter asked for the little girl's name, and the little girl said very loudly, "V-E-R-U-C-A. Veruca Salt."

Another reporter asked Veruca's father how she found it, and Mr. Salt proudly began to tell the lady that he had instructed all of the workers at his factory to endlessly open Wonka bars to find a ticket for his wretched daughter.

Charlie turned to Toffee, and said, "That's not fair. She didn't find the ticket. She had her father find it for her."

Toffee said, "That man spoils his daughter, and no good ever comes of spoiling a girl like that." Mr. Bucket nodded, and switched off the television.

Charlie turned to his father, and asked, "How are things at work?"

Mr. Bucket put down his newspaper, and said, "Oh... the people in the main office have... given me some time off."

Charlie smiled, and said, "Like summer vacation!"

His father chose his words carefully, and said, "Yeah." But Toffee knew different.

The toothpaste company had just commissioned a mew machine to screw on toothpaste tops.

The increasing sale of chocolate bars had led to a boost in toothpaste sales. So the company was trying to modernize, completely ommiting Mr. Bucket's job. He just hadn't gotten around to telling Charlie yet.

As Charlie settled to bed, Toffee sat by the window she slept by, looking at her parents standing in front of the house.

She could barely hear their voices if she strained.

Mrs. Bucket said, "Well, I'll just thin down the soup a little."

She hugged her husband and said a little softer, "Don't worry Mr. Bucket. Our luck will change."


A/N: Okay, that chapter was a little shorter than I thought it would be. Oh well. Please review!