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This is a story of an ordinary little boy.

named Charlie Bucket.

He was not faster or stronger or more clever than other children.

His family was not rich or powerful or well connected.

In fact, they barely had enough to eat.

Charlie Bucket was the luckiest boy in the entire world.

He just didn’t know it yet.

Evening, Buckets.

Evening.

Hi, Dad.

Soup’s almost ready, darling.

Don’t suppose there’s anything extra to put in, love.

Oh, well.

Nothing goes better with cabbage than cabbage.

Charlie.

I found something I think you’ll like.

Charlie’s father worked at the local toothpaste factory.

The hours were long, and the pay was terrible… yet occasionally, there were unexpected surprises.

It’s exactly what I need.

What is it, Charlie?

Dad found it, just the piece I needed.

What piece was it?

A head for Willy Wonka.

Well, how wonderful.

It’s quite a likeness.

You think so?

Think so?

I know so.

I saw Willy Wonka with my own two eyes.

I used to work for him, you know.

You did?

I did.

He did.

He did.

I love grapes.

Of course, I was a much younger man in those days.

Willy Wonka began with a single store on Cherry Street.

But the whole world wanted his candy.

Mr. Wonka.

Yeah?

We need more Wonka bars.

and we’re out of chocolate birds.

Birds?

Birds.

Well, then we’ll need to make some more.

Here.

Now open.

The man was a genius.

Did you know he invented a new way of making chocolate ice cream.

so that it stays cold for hours without a freezer?

You can even leave it lying in the sun on a hot day, and it won’t go runny.

But that’s impossible.

But Willy Wonka did it.

Before long… he decided to build a proper chocolate factory.

The largest chocolate factory in history.

Fifty times as big as any other.

Grandpa, don’t make it gross.

Tell him about the lndian prince.

He’d like to hear about that.

You mean, Prince Pondicherry?

Well, Prince Pondicherry wrote a letter to Mr. Wonka…. and asked him to come all the way out to India.

And build him a colossal palace entirely out of chocolate.

It will have 100 rooms and everything will be made of dark or light chocolate.

True to his word, the bricks were chocolate.

And the cement holding them together was chocolate.

All the walls and ceilings were made of chocolate as well.

So were the carpets and the pictures and the furniture.

It is perfect in every way.

Yeah, but it won’t last long.

You better start eating right now.

Oh, nonsense.

I will not eat my palace.

I intend to live in it.

But Mr. Wonka was right, of course.

Soon after this, there came a very hot day with a boiling sun.

Mmm.

The prince sent an urgent telegram requesting a new palace.

but Willy Wonka was facing problems of his own.

All the other chocolate makers, you see, had grown jealous of Mr. Wonka.

They began sending in spies to steal his secret recipes.

Fickelgruber started making an ice cream that would never melt.

Prodnose came out with a chewing gum that never lost its flavor.

Then Slugworth began making candy balloons.

that you could blow up to incredible sizes.

The thievery got so bad.

that one day, without warning… Mr. Wonka told every single one of his workers to go home.

He announced that he was closing his chocolate factory forever.

I’m closing my chocolate factory forever.

I’m sorry.

But it didn’t close forever.

It’s open right now.

Ah, yes, sometimes when grownups say “forever,” they mean “a very long time.

Such as, “I feel like I’ve eaten nothing but cabbage soup forever.

Now, Pops.

The factory did close, Charlie.

And it seemed like it was going to be closed forever.

Then one day we saw smoke rising from the chimneys.

The factory was back in business.

Did you get your job back?

No.

No one did.

But there must be people working there.

Think about it, Charlie.

Have you ever seen a single person going into that factory or coming out of it?

No.

The gates are always closed.

Exactly.

But then, who’s running the machines?

Nobody knows, Charlie.

It certainly is a mystery.

Hasn’t someone asked Mr. Wonka?

Nobody sees him anymore.

He never comes out.

The only thing that comes out of that place is the candy.

already packed and addressed.

I’d give anything in the world just to go in one more time… and see what’s become of that amazing factory.

Well, you won’t, because you can’t.

No one can.

It’s a mystery, and it will always be a mystery.

That little factory of yours, Charlie, is as close as any of us is ever going to get.

Come on, Charlie.

I think it’s time we let your grandparents get some sleep.

Good night, Grandpa George.

Night, Charlie.

Night-night.

Chair.

Thank you, dear.

Night, Grandpa Joe.

Good night, Grandma Georgina.

Nothing’s impossible, Charlie.

Good night.

Night, Charlie.

Sleep well.

Indeed, that very night the impossible had already been set in motion.

Dear people of the world.

l, Willy Wonka.

have decided to allow five children to visit my factory this year.

In addition, one of these children shall receive a special prize.

beyond anything you could ever imagine.

Five golden tickets have been hidden underneath the ordinary wrapping paper of five ordinary Wonka bars.

The bars may be anywhere.

in any shop, in any street, in any town, in any country in the world.

Wouldn’t it be something, Charlie, to open a bar of candy.

and find a golden ticket inside?

I know, but I only get one bar a year, for my birthday.

Well, it’s your birthday next week.

You have as much chance as anybody does.

Balderdash.

The kids who are going to find the golden tickets.

are the ones who can afford to buy candy bars every day.

Our Charlie gets only one a year.

He doesn’t have a chance.

Everyone has a chance, Charlie.

Mark my words, the kid who finds the first ticket will be fat, fat, fat.

Augustus.

This way.

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.

So I look.

and I find the golden ticket.

Augustus, how did you celebrate?

I eat more candy.

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.

Yes, it is good, Augustus.

Golden ticket claimed and four more.

Told you it’d be a porker.

What a repulsive boy.

Only four golden tickets left.

Now that they’ve found one, things will really get crazy.

of every shape, size and hue.

Veruca.

Can you spell that for us, please?

V-E-R-U-C-A.

Veruca Salt.

As soon as 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 business, 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 Veruca got more and more upset each day.

Where’s my golden ticket?

I want my golden ticket.