CharlieandtheChocolateFactoryScript

Day1
Narrator:ThisisastoryofanordinarylittleboynamedCharlieBucket.Hewasnotfasteror strongerormorecleverthanotherchildren.Hisfamilywasnotrich,orpowerful,orwell connected.Infact,theybarelyhadenoughtoeat.CharlieBucketwastheluckiestboyinthe entireworld.Hejustdidn'tknowityet. MrBucket:Evening,Buckets. GrandpaJoe:Evening. Charlie:Hi,Dad. MrsBucket:Soup'salmostready,darling.Er,don'tsupposethere'sanythingextratoputin, love.Ohwell.Nothinggoesbetterwithcabbagethancabbage. MrBucket:Charlie...IfoundsomethingIthinkyou'lllike. Narrator:Charlie'sfatherworkedatthelocaltoothpastefactory.Thehourswerelong,and thepaywasterrible...yetoccasionallytherewereunexpectedsurprises. Charlie:It'sexactlywhatIneed. GrandpaJoe:Whatisit,Charlie? Charlie:Dadfoundit,justthepieceIneeded. GrandpaJoe:Whatpiecewasit? Charlie:AheadforWillyWonka. GrandmaJosephine:Well,howwonderful. GrandpaJoe:It'squitealikeness. Charlie:Youthinkso? GrandpaJoe:Thinkso?Iknowso.IsawWillyWonkawithmyowntwoeyes.Iusedtowork forhim,youknow. Charlie:Youdid? GrandpaJoe:Idid? GrandmaJosephine:Hedid. GrandpaGeorge:Hedid. GrandmaGeorgina:Ilovegrapes.

GrandpaJoe:Ofcourse,Iwasamuchyoungermaninthosedays.WillyWonkabeganwitha singlestoreonCherryStreet.Butthewholeworldwantedhiscandy. GrandpaJoe:MrWonka. WillyWonka:Yeah? GrandpaJoe:WeneedmoreWonkabarsandwe'reoutofchocolatebirds. WillyWonka:Birds?Birds.Wellthen,we'llneedtomakesomemore.Here.Nowopen. Grandpa Joe: The man was a genius. Did you know, he invented a new way of making chocolateicecream,sothatitstayscoldforhourswithoutafreezer?Youcanevenleaveit lyinginthesunonahotday,anditwon'tgorunny. Charlie:Butthat'simpossible. GrandpaJoe:ButWillyWonkadidit.Beforelong,hedecidedtobuildaproperchocolate factory.Thelargestchocolatefactoryinhistory.Fiftytimesasbigasanyother. Charlie:Grandpa,don'tmakeitgross. GrandmaJosephine:TellhimabouttheIndianprince.He'dliketohearaboutthat. GrandpaJoe:YoumeanPrincePondicherry?Well,PrincePondicherrywrotealettertoMr WonkaandaskedhimtocomeallthewayouttoIndiaandbuildhimacolossalpalaceentirely outofchocolate. WillyWonka:Itwillhaveonehundredrooms,andeverythingwillbemadeofeitherdarkor lightchocolate. Grandpa Joe: True to his word, the bricks were chocolate and the cement holding them togetherwaschocolate.Allthewallsandceilingsweremadeofchocolateaswell.Sowerethe carpetsandthepictures,andthefurniture. PrincePondicherry:Itisperfectineveryway. WillyWonka:Yeah,butitwon'tlastlong.Youbetterstarteatingrightnow. PrincePondicherry:Oh,nonsense.Iwillnoteatmypalace.Iintendtoliveinit. GrandpaJoe:ButMrWonkawasright,ofcourse.Soonafterthis,therecameaveryhotday withaboilingsun.theprincesentandurgenttelegramrequestinganewpalace,butWilly Wonkawasfacingproblemsofhisown.Alltheotherchocolatemakers,yousee,hadgrown jealousofMrWonka.Theybegansendinginspiestostealhissecretrecipes.Ficklegruber startedmakinganicecreamthatwouldnevermelt.Prodnosecameoutwithachewinggum thatneverlostitsflavour.ThenSlugworthbeganmakingcandyballoonsthatyoucouldblow uptoincrediblesizes.Thethieverygotsobadthatoneday,withoutwarningMrWonkatold everysingleoneofhisworkerstogohome.Heannouncedthathewasclosinghischocolate factoryforever.

WillyWonka:I'mclosingmychocolatefactory...forever.I'msorry. Charlie:Butitdidn'tcloseforever.It'sopenrightnow. MrsBucket:Ah,yes.Well,sometimeswhengrownupssay'forever',theymean'averylong time'. GrandpaGeorge:Suchas,'IfeellikeI'veeatennothingbutcabbagesoupforever'. MrBucket:Now,Pops. GrandmaJosephine:Thefactorydidclose,Charlie. GrandpaJoe:Anditseemedlikeitwasgoingtobeclosedforever.Thenonedaywesaw smokerisingfromthechimneys.Thefactorywasbackinbusiness. Charlie:Didyougetyourjobback? GrandpaJoe:No.Noonedid. Charlie:Buttheremustbepeopleworkingthere. GrandmaJosephine:Thinkaboutit,Charlie.Haveyoueverseenasinglepersongoinginto thatfactory,orcomingoutofit? Charlie:No.Thegatesarealwaysclosed. GrandpaJoe:Exactly. Charlie:Butthen,who'srunningthemachines? MrsBucket:Nobodyknows,Charlie. MrBucket:Itcertainlyisamystery. Charlie:Hasn'tsomeoneaskedMrWonka? GrandpaJoe:Nobodyseeshimanymore.Henevercomesout.Theonlythingthatcomesout ofthatplace,isthecandy...alreadypackedandaddressed.I'dgiveanythingintheworldjust togoinonemoretime,andseewhat'sbecomeofthatamazingfactory. GrandpaGeorge:Well,youwon't,becauseyoucan't.noonecan.It'samysteryanditwill alwaysbeamystery.Thatlittlefactoryofyours,Charlie,isascloseasanyofusisevergoing toget. MrsBucket:Comeon,Charlie.Ithinkit'stimeweletyourgrandparentsgetsomesleep. Charlie:Goodnight,GrandpaGeorge. GrandpaGeorge:Night,Charlie.

Charlie:Nightnight. GrandmaJosephine:Nightnight. MrsBucket:Chair. MrBucket:Thankyou,dear. Charlie:Night,GrandpaJoe.Goodnight,GrandmaGeorgina. GrandmaGeorgina:Nothing'simpossible,Charlie. Charlie:Goodnight. All:Night,Charlie. MrsBucket:Sleepwell. Narrator:Indeed,thatverynight,theimpossiblehadalreadybeensetinmotion.

Day2
WillyWonka(voice):Dearpeopleoftheworld...I,WillyWonka,havedecidedtoallowfive childrentovisitmyfactorythisyear.Inaddition,oneofthesechildrenshallreceiveaspecial prizebeyondanythingyoucouldeverimagine. Newscaster:Fivegoldenticketshavebeenhiddenunderneaththeordinarywrappingpaper offiveordinaryWonkabars.Thesefivecandybarsmaybeanywhere...inanyshop,inany street,inanytown,inanycountryintheworld. GrandpaJoe:Wouldn'titbesomething,Charlie,toopenabarofcandyandfindagolden ticketinside? Charlie:Iknow,butIonlygetonebarayear,formybirthday. MrsBucket:Well,it'syourbirthdaynextweek. GrandmaJosephine:Youhaveasmuchchanceasanybodydoes. GrandpaGeorge:Balderdash.Thekidswho'regoingtofindthegoldenticketsaretheones whocanaffordtobuycandybarseveryday.OurCharliegetsonlyoneayear.Hedoesn'thave achance. GrandmaJosephine:Everyonehasachance,Charlie. GrandpaGeorge:Markmywords,thekidwhofindsthefirstticketwillbefat,fat,fat. PressMan:Augustus.

PressWoman:Thisway. Augustus: 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.SoIlookand,Ifindthegoldenticket. PressMan:Augustus,howdidyoucelebrate? Augustus:Ieatmorecandy. MrsGloop:WeknewAugustuswouldfindthegoldenticket.Heeatssomanycandybarsa daythatitwasnotpossibleforhimnottofindone. PressMan:Yes,itisgood,Augustus.Zehrgut. VoiceonTelevision...goldenticketclaimedandonlyfourmore... GrandpaGeorge:Toldyouit'dbeaporker. GrandmaJosephine:Whatarepulsiveboy. Charlie:Onlyfourgoldenticketsleft. GrandpaJoe:Nowthatthey'vefoundone,thingswillgetreallycrazy. VoiceonTelevision...ofeveryshape,sizeandhue. PressMan:Veruca.Canyouspellthatforus,please? Veruca:VERUCA.VerucaSalt. MrSalt:SoonasmylittleVerucatoldmeshehadtohaveoneofthesegoldentickets,Istarted buyingupalltheWonkabarsIcould laymyhandson.Thousands of them.Hundreds of thousands.I'minthenutbusiness,yousee.SoIsaytomyworkers,"Morning,ladies.From nowonyoucanstopshellingpeanutsandstartshellingthewrappersoffthesechocolatebars instead."Threedayswentbyandwehadnoluck.Oh,itwasterrible.MylittleVerucagotmore andmoreupseteachday. Veruca:Where'smygoldenticket?Iwantmygoldenticket! MrSalt:Well,gentlemen,Ijusthatedtoseemylittlegirlfeelingunhappylikethat.IvowedI wouldkeepupthesearchuntilIcouldgiveherwhatshewanted.Andfinally,Ifoundhera ticket. Veruca:Daddy,Iwantanotherpony. GrandpaGeorge:She'sevenworsethanthefatboy. Charlie:Idon'tthinkthatwasreallyfair.Shedidn'tfindtheticketherself. GrandpaJoe:Don'tworryaboutit,Charlie.Thatmanspoilshisdaughter.Andnogoodever

comesfromspoilingachildlikethat. MrBucket:Charlie,yourMumandIthought...maybeyouwannaopenyourbirthdaypresent tonight. MrsBucket:Hereyouare. Charlie:MaybeIshouldwaittillmorning. GrandpaGeorge:Likehell. MrBucket:Pop. GrandpaJoe:Alltogether,we'rethreehundredandeightyoneyearsold.Wedon'twait. MrsBucket:Now,Charlie,youmustn'tfeeltoodisappointed,youknow,ifyoudon'tgetthe... MrBucket:Whateverhappens,you'llstillhavethecandy. GrandpaJoe:Ah,well.That'sthat. Charlie:We'llshareit. GrandpaJoe:Oh,no,Charlie.Notyourbirthdaypresent. Charlie:It'smycandybar,andI'lldowhatIwantwithit. MrsBucket:Thankyou,darling. MrBucket:Thankyou,Charlie. GrandmaJosephine:Blessyou. GrandpaJoe:Allright,let'sseewhofoundit. MrBucket:ThethirdticketwasfoundbyMissVioletBeauregarde. Mrs Beauregarde:These arejust some of the two hundred and sixtythree trophiesand medalsmyViolethaswon. Violet:I'magumchewer,mostly,butwhenIheardabouttheseticketthingsIlaidoffthegum, switchedtocandybars. MrsBeauregarde:She'sjustadrivenyoungwoman.Idon'tknowwhereshegetsit. Violet:I'mtheJuniorWorldChampionGumChewer.Thispieceofgum,I'mchewingrightat thismoment,I'vebeenworkingonforthreemonthssolid.That'sarecord. MrsBeauregarde:Ofcourse,Ididhavemyshareoftrophies,mostlybaton. Violet:Soitsaysthatonekid'sgonnagetthisspecialprize,betterthanalltherest.Idon'tcare

whothoseotherfourare.Thatkid,it'sgonnabeme. MrsBeauregarde:Tellthemwhy,Violet. Violet(onTV):BecauseI'mawinner. GrandmaJosephine:Whatabeastlygirl. GrandmaGeorgina:Despicable. GrandpaGeorge:Youdon'tknowwhatwe'retalkingabout. GrandmaGeorgina:Dragonflies? ManonTV:Butwait,thisisjustin.Thefourthgoldentickethasbeenfoundbyaboycalled MikeTeavee. Mike:Allyouhadtodowastrackthemanufacturingdates,offsetbytheweatherandthe derivativeoftheNikkeiIndex.Aretardcouldfigureitout. MrTeavee:MostofthetimeIdon'tknowwhathe'stalkingabout.Youknow,kidsthesedays, whatwithallthetechnology... Mike:Die!Die!Die! MrTeavee:Doesn'tseemliketheystaykidsverylong. Mike:Intheend,Ionlyhadtobuyonecandybar. Press:ManAndhowdidittaste? Mike:Idon'tknow.Ihatechocolate. GrandpaGeorge:Well,it'sagoodthingyou'regoingtoachocolatefactory,youungrateful little... ManonTV:Thatquestionis,whowillbethewinnerofthelastgold... Charlie:Dad? MrBucket:Yes,Charlie? Charlie:Whyaren'tyouatwork? MrBucket:Oh,well,er,thetoothpastefactorythoughtthey'dgivemeabitoftimeoff. Charlie:Likesummervacation? MrBucket:Sure.Somethinglikethat. Narrator:Infact,itwasn'tlikeavacationatall.Theupswingincandysaleshadledtoarisein

cavities,whichledtoariseintoothpastesales.Withtheextramoney,thefactoryhaddecided tomodernise,eliminatingMrBucket'sjob. MrBucket:Wewerebarelymakingendsmeetasitwas. MrsBucket:You'llfindanotherjob.Untilthen,I'lljust,um...Well,I'lljustthindownthesoup alittlemore.Don'tworry,MrBucket,ourluckwillchange.Iknowit. GrandpaJoe:Charlie.Mysecrethoard.YouandI,aregoingtohaveonemorefling...at findingthatlastticket. Charlie:Areyousureyouwanttospendyourmoneyonthat,Grandpa? Grandpa Joe:OfcourseI'msure.Here.Rundowntotheneareststore,andbuythefirst Wonkacandybaryousee.Bringitstraightback,andwe'llopenittogether.Suchagoodboy, really.Ah,suchagood... Charlie:Grandpa?Youfellasleep. GrandpaJoe:Haveyougotit?Whichendshouldweopenfirst? Charlie:Justdoitquick,likeabandaid. Man1:DidyouseethatsomekidinRussiafoundthelastgoldenticket? Man2:Yes,itwasinthepaperthismorning. Man1:Goodboy.ComeonGeorge.Goodboy. Charlie:OneWonkaWhippleScrumptiousFudgemallowDelight,please. Shopkeeper:Okay.Here. Woman1:Thenerveofsomepeople. Shopkeeper:Iknow.Forgingaticket.Comeon.It'sagoldenticket.YoufoundWonka'slast goldenticket.Inmyshoptoo! Man:Listen.I'llbuyitfromyou.I'llgiveyoufiftydollars,andanewbicycle. Woman2:Areyoucrazy?I'dgivehimfivehundreddollarsforthatticket.Youwannasellme yourticketforfivehundreddollars,youngman? Shopkeeper:That'senoughofthat.Leavethekidalone.Listen,don'tletanyonehaveit.Take itstraighthome.Youunderstand? Charlie:Thankyou.Mom!Dad!Ifoundit!Thelastgoldenticket!It'smine!

Day3

GrandpaJoe:Yippee!Here.Readitaloud.Let'shearexactlywhatitsays. MrBucket:'Greetingstoyou,theluckyfinderofthisgoldenticket,fromMrWillyWonka.I shakeyouwarmlybythehand.Fornow,Idoinviteyoutocometomyfactoryandbemy guestforonewholeday.' Violet:'I,WillyWonka,willconductyouaroundthefactorymyself,showingyoueverything thereistosee.' Augustus:'Afterwards,whenitistimetoleave,youwillbeescortedhomebyaprocessionof largetrucks,eachfilledwithallthechocolateyoucouldevereat.' Veruca:'Andremember,oneofyouluckyfivechildrenwillreceiveanextraprizebeyond yourwildestimagination.Now,hereareyourinstructions.' Mike:'OnthefirstofFebruary,youmustcometothefactorygatesattena.m.sharp.You're allowedtobringonememberofyourfamilytolookafteryou.Untilthen,WillyWonka.' MrsBucket:ThefirstofFebruary.Butthat'stomorrow. GrandpaJoe:Thenthere'snotamomenttolose,Charlie.Washyourface,combyourhair, scrubyourhands,brushyourteeth,blowyournose. GrandpaGeorge:Andgetthatmudoffyourpants. MrsBucket:Nowwemustalltryandkeepverycalm.Firstthingthatwehavetodecideis this:Whoisgoing,withCharlie,tothefactory? GrandpaJoe:Iwill.I'lltakehim.Youleaveittome. MrsBucket:Howaboutyou,dear?Don'tyouthinkyououghttogo? MrBucket:Well,GrandpaJoeseemstoknowmoreaboutitthanwedo...Provided,ofcourse, hefeelswellenough. GrandpaJoe:Yippee! Charlie:No.We'renotgoing.Awomanofferedmefivehundreddollarsfortheticket.Ibet someoneelsewouldpaymore.Weneedthemoneymorethanweneedthechocolate. GrandpaGeorge:Youngman,comehere.There'splentyofmoneyoutthere.Theyprintmore everyday.Butthisticket,there'sonlyfiveoftheminthewholeworld,andthat'sallthere's evergoingtobe.Onlyadummywouldgivethisupforsomethingascommonasmoney.Are youadummy? Charlie:No,sir. GrandpaGeorge:Thengetthatmudoffyourpants.You'vegotafactorytogoto. Veruca:Daddy,Iwanttogoin.

MrSalt:It'sninefiftynine,sweetheart. Veruca:Maketimegofaster. Charlie:DoyouthinkMrWonkawillrecogniseyou? GrandpaJoe:Hardtosay.It'sbeenyears. MrsBeauregarde:Eyesontheprize,Violet.Eyesontheprize. WillyWonka(voice):Pleaseenter.Comeforward.Closethegates.Dearvisitors,itismygreat pleasuretowelcomeyoutomyhumblefactory.AndwhoamI?Well... Puppet Song: Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka, The amazing chocolatier. Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka,Everybodygiveacheer!Hooray!He'smodest,cleverandsosmart,Hebarelycan restrainit.Withsomuchgenerosity,thereisnowaytocontainit!Tocontainit!Tocontain,to contain,tocontain!Hooray!WillyWonka,WillyWonka,He'stheonethatyou'reaboutto meet.WillyWonka,WillyWonka,He'sthegeniuswhojustcan'tbebeat.Themagicianandthe chocolatewhiz.Thebestdarnguywhoeverlived.WillyWonka, hereheis!Theamazing chocolatier. WillyWonka:Wasn'tthatjustmagnificent?Iwasworrieditwasgettingalittledodgyinthe middlepart,butthenthatfinale...Wow! Violet:Whoareyou? GrandpaJoe:He'sWillyWonka. Charlie:Really? WillyWonka:Goodmorning,starshine.Theearthsayshello.Dearguests,greetings.Welcome tothefactory.Ishakeyouwarmlybythehand.MynameisWillyWonka. Veruca:Thenshouldn'tyoubeupthere? WillyWonka:Well,Icouldn'tverywellwatchtheshowfromupthere,now,couldI,littlegirl? GrandpaJoe:MrWonka,Idon'tknowifyou'llrememberme,butIusedtoworkhereinthe factory. WillyWonka:Wereyouoneofthosedespicablespieswhoeverydaytriedtostealmylife's workandsellittothoseparasiticcopycat,candymakingcads? GrandpaJoe:No,sir. WillyWonka:Thenwonderful.Welcomeback.Let'sgetamoveon,kids. Augustus:Don'tyouwanttoknowournames? WillyWonka:Can'timaginehowitwouldmatter.Comequickly.Fortoomuchtosee.Just dropyourcoatsanywhere.

MrTeavee:MrWonka?Sureistoastyinhere. WillyWonka:What?Oh,yeah.Ihavetokeepitwarminhere,becausemyworkersareused toanextremelyhotclimate.Theyjustcan'tstandthecold. Charlie:Whoaretheworkers? WillyWonka:Allingoodtime.Now... Violet:MrWonka,I'mVioletBeauregarde. WillyWonka:Oh?Idon'tcare. Violet:Well,youshouldcare.BecauseI'mthegirlthat'sgonnawinthespecialprizeatthe end. WillyWonka:Well,youdoseemconfident,andconfidenceiskey. Veruca:I'mVerucaSalt.It'sverynicetomeetyou,sir. WillyWonka:Ialwaysthoughtthataverrucawasatypeofwartyougotonthebottomof yourfoot.Ha! Augustus:I'mAugustusGloop.Iloveyourchocolate. WillyWonka:Icanseethat.SodoI.Ineverexpectedtohavesomuchincommon.You... you'reMikeTeavee.You'rethelittledevilwhocrackedthesystem.Andyou.Well,you'rejust luckytobehere,aren'tyou?Andtherestofyoumustbetheir...P...P....P... MrSalt:Parents. WillyWonka:Yeah.Momsanddads.Dad?Papa?Okay,then.Let'smovealong. Augustus:Wouldyoulikesomechocolate? Charlie:Sure. Augustus:Thenyoushouldhavebroughtsome. Veruca:Let'sbefriends. Violet:Bestfriends. WillyWonka:Animportantroom,this.Afterall,itisachocolatefactory. Mike:Thenwhyisthedoorsosmall? WillyWonka:That'stokeepallthegreatbigchocolatyflavourinside.Now,dobecareful,my dearchildren.Don'tloseyourheads.Don'tgetoverexcited.Justkeepverycalm.

Charlie:It'sbeautiful. Willy Wonka:What?Oh,yeah,it'sverybeautiful.Every drop ofthe river,ishot, melted chocolateofthefinestquality.Thewaterfallismostimportant.Mixesthechocolate.Churnsit up.Makesitlightandfrothy.Bytheway...nootherfactoryintheworld,mixesit'schocolate bywaterfall,mydearchildren.Andyoucantakethattothebank.People.Thosepipes...suck upthechocolate,andcarryitaway,alloverthefactory.Thousandsofgallonsanhour.Yeah. Anddoyoulikemymeadow?Trysomeofmygrass.Pleasehaveablade.Pleasedo.It'sso delectableandsodarngoodlooking. Charlie:Youcaneatthegrass? WillyWonka:Ofcourseyoucan.Everythinginthisroomisedible.EvenI'medible.Butthatis calledcannibalism,mydearchildren,andis,infactfrowneduponinmostsocieties.Yeah. Enjoy.Goon.Scoot,scoot. MrTeavee:Son.Please. Mike:Dad,hesaid,'enjoy'. Charlie:Whyholdontoit?Whynotjuststartanewpiece? Violet:BecausethenIwouldn'tbeachampion.I'dbealoser,likeyou. Veruca:Daddy,lookoverthere.Whatisit?It'salittleperson.Overthere,bythewaterfall. MrsBeauregarde:There'stwoofthem. MrTeavee:There'smorethantwo. MrsGloop:Wheredotheycomefrom? Charlie:Whoarethey? Mike:Aretheyrealpeople? WillyWonka:Ofcoursethey'rerealpeople.They'reOompaLoompas.

Day4
MrSalt:OompaLoompas? WillyWonka:Imported,directfromLoompaland. MrTeavee:There'snosuchplace. WillyWonka:What? MrTeavee:MrWonka,Iteachhighschoolgeography,andI'mheretotellyou...

WillyWonka:Well,thenyou'llknowallaboutit,and,oh,whataterriblecountryitis.The wholeplaceisnothingbutthickjunglesinfestedbythemostdangerousbeastsintheentire world.Hornswogglersandsnozzwangersandthoseterrible,wickedwhangdoodles.Iwentto Loompalandlookingforexoticnewflavoursforcandy.Instead,IfoundtheOompaLoompas. Theylivedintreehousestoescapefromthefiercecreatureswholivedbelow.TheOompa Loompasatenothingbutgreencaterpillars,whichtastedrevolting.TheOompaLoompaskept looking for other things to mash up with the caterpillars to make them taste better. Red beetles,thebarkofthebongbongtree.Allofthembeastly,butnotquitesobeastlyasthe caterpillars.Butthefoodtheylongedforthemostwasthecocoabean.AnOompaLoompa wasluckyifhefoundthreeorfourcocoabeansayear.But,oh,howtheycravedthem.All they'deverthinkaboutwascocoabeans.Thecocoabeanhappenstobethethingfromwhich chocolateismade,soItoldthechief...(Usessignlanguagetosay,'Comeliveinmyfactory.You canhaveallthecocoabeansyouwant!Iwillevenpayyourwagesincocoabeansifyouwish!') Theyaresuchwonderfulworkers.IfeelImustwarnyou,though,theyarerathermischievous. Alwaysmakingjokes. MrsGloop:Augustus,mychild,thatisnotagoodthingyoudo! WillyWonka:Hey,littleboy.Mychocolatemustbeuntouchedbyhumanhands. MrsGloop:He'lldrown!Hecan'tswim!Savehim!Augustus!No!Augustus!Augustus!Watch out! Augustus:Help!Help!Help! Violet:Therehegoes. MrsGloop:Callthefirebrigade! MrsBeauregarde:It'sawonderhowthatpipeisbigenough. Charlie:Itisn'tbigenough.He'sslowingdown. Mike:He'sgonnastick. MrTeavee:Ithinkhehas. MrSalt:He'sblockedthewholepipe. Charlie:Look.TheOompaLoompas. Veruca:Whataretheydoing? WillyWonka:Why,Ibelievethey'regoingtotreatustoalittlesong.Itisquiteaspecial occasionofcourse.Theyhaven'thadafreshaudienceinmanyamoon. OompaLoompas:SingAugustusGloop,AugustusGloop,Thegreatbig,greedynincompoop, AugustusGloop,sobigandvile,Sogreedy,foulandinfantile,'Comeon!'wecried'thetimeis ripe,Tosenthimshootingupthepipe!'Butdon't,dearchildren,bealarmed,AugustusGloop willnotbeharmed,AugustusGloopwillnotbeharmed.Although,ofcourse,wemustadmit, Hewillbealteredquiteabit,Slowlywheelsgoroundandround,Andcogsbegintogrindand

pound,Thisgreedybrute,thislouse'sear,Islovedbypeopleeverywhere,Forwhocouldhate orbearagrudge,Againstalusciousbitiffudge? WillyWonka:Bravo!Welldone!Aren'ttheydelightful?Aren'ttheycharming? MrSalt:Idosay,thatallseemedratherrehearsed. Mike:Liketheyknewitwasgonnahappen. WillyWonka:Oh,poppycock. MrsGloop:Whereismyson?Wheredoesthatpipegoto? WillyWonka:Thatpipe,itjustsohappenstoleaddirectlytotheroomwhereImakethemost deliciouskindofstrawberryflavoured,chocolatecoatedfudge. MrsGloop:Thenhewillbemadeintostrawberryflavoured,chocolatecoatedfudge.They'll besellinghimbythepoundallovertheworld? WillyWonka:No.Iwouldn'tallowit.Thetastewouldbeterrible.CanyouimagineAugustus flavoured,chocolatecoatedGloop?Ooh.Noonewouldbuyit.IwantyoutotakeMrsGloopup tothefudgeroom,okay?Helpherfindherson.Takealongstickandstartpokingaroundin thebigchocolatemixingbarrel,okay? Charlie:MrWonka? WillyWonka:Huh? Charlie:WhywouldAugustus'namealreadybeintheOompaLoompasong,unless...? Willy Wonka: Improvisation is a parlour trick. Anyone can do it. You, little girl. Say something.Anything. Violet:Chewinggum. WillyWonka:Chewinggumisreallygross,ChewinggumIhatethemost.See?Exactlythe same. Mike:No,itisn't. WillyWonka:Er,youreallyshouldn'tmumble.BecauseIcan'tunderstandawordyou're saying.Now,onwiththetour. Charlie:AretheOompaLoompasreallyjoking,grandpa? GrandpaJoe:Ofcoursethey'rejoking.Thatboywillbefine. Violet:What'ssofunny? WillyWonka:Ithinkit'sfromallthosedoggonecocoabeans.Hey,bytheway,didyouguys knowthatchocolatecontainsapropertythattriggersthereleaseofendorphins?Givesonethe

feelingofbeinginlove. MrsBeauregarde:Youdon'tsay. WillyWonka:Allaboard.Onward!Here.Trysomeofthis.It'lldoyougood.Youlookstarved todeath. Charlie:It'sgreat. WillyWonka:That'sbecauseit'smixedbywaterfall.Thewaterfallismostimportant.Mixes thechocolate,churnsitup,makesitlightandfrothy.Oh,bytheway,nootherfactoryinthe world... Veruca:Youalreadysaidthat. WillyWonka:You'reallquiteshort,aren'tyou? Violet:Well,yeah.We'rechildren. WillyWonka:Well,that'snoexcuse.Iwasneverasshortasyou. Mike:Youwereonce. WillyWonka:Wasnot.Knowwhy?BecauseIdistinctlyrememberputtingahatontopofmy head.Lookatyourshortlittlearms.Youcouldneverreach. Charlie:Doyouevenrememberwhatitwaslikebeingakid? WillyWonka:Oh,boy,doI.DoI?

Day5
Narrator:Infact,WillyWonkahadn'tthoughtabouthischildhoodforyears. Children:Trickortreat!Trickortreat!Trickortreat! Woman:Whodowehavehere?Ruthie,Veronica,Terrance.Andwho'sthatunderthesheet? LittleWillyWonka. Narrator:WillyWonkawasthesonofthecity'smostfamousdentist...WilburWonka. WilburWonka:Now,let'sseewhatthedamageisthisyear,shallwe?Caramels.They'dget stuckinyourbraces,wouldn'tthey?Lollipops.Oughttobecalled'cavitiesonastick'.Thenwe have all this. . . All this. . . chocolate. You know, just last week, I was reading in a very importantmedicaljournalthatsomechildrenareallergictochocolate.Makestheirnosesitch. WillyWonka:MaybeI'mnotallergic.Icouldtryapiece. WilburWonka:Really?Butwhytakeachance?

Charlie:MrWonka?MrWonka?We'reheadedforatunnel. WillyWonka:Oh,yeah.Fullspeedahead. Violet:Howcantheyseewherethey'regoing? Willy Wonka:They can't. There's noknowing wherethey're going. Switch onthe lights! People,keepaneyeout.We'repassingsomeveryimportantroomshere. MrsBeauregarde:Whatdoyouusehaircreamfor? WillyWonka:Tolockinmoisture. Charlie:Whippedcream. WillyWonka:Precisely. Veruca:Thatdoesn'tmakesense. WillyWonka:Foryourinformation,littlegirl...whippedcreamisn'twhippedcreamatall unlessit'sbeenwhippedwithwhips.Everybodyknowsthat.Stoptheboat.Iwannashowyou guyssomething.Now,thisisthemostimportantroomintheentirefactory.Now,everyone, enjoyyourselves,butjustdon't...touchanything.Okay?Goon.Goon,scoot. Violet:Hey,MrWonka,what'sthis? WillyWonka:Oh,letmeshowyou.Thankyou.TheseareEverlastingGobstoppers.They're forchildrenwhoaregivenverylittleallowancemoney.Youcansuckonitallyear,andit'll nevergetanysmaller.Isn'tthatneat? Violet:It'slikegum. WillyWonka:No.Gumisforchewing.AndifyoutriedchewingoneoftheseGobstoppers, you'dbreakallyourlittleteethoff.Buttheysuredotasteterrific.Andthisishairtoffee.You suckdownoneoftheselittleboogers,andinexactlyhalfanhour...abrandnewcropofhair willstartgrowingoutalloverthetopofyourlittlenoggin.Andamustache.Andabeard. Mike:Whowantsabeard? WillyWonka:Well...beatniks,forone.Folksingersandmotorbikeriders.Youknow,allthose hip,jazzy,supercool,neat,keenandgroovycats.It'sinthefridge,daddyo.Areyouheptothe jive?CanyoudigwhatI'mlayingdown?Iknewthatyoucould.Slidemesomeskin,soul brother.Unfortunately,the mixtureisn't quiteright yet.Becausean OompaLoompa tried someyesterday,and,well,he...Howareyoutoday?Youlookgreat.Watchthis. Mike:Youmeanthat'sit? WillyWonka:Doyouevenknowwhat'it'is? Violet:It'sgum.

Willy Wonka: Yeah. It's a stick of the most amazing and sensational gum in the whole universe.Knowwhy?Knowwhy?'Causethisgumisafullthreecoursedinnerallbyitself. MrSalt:Whywouldanyonewantthat? WillyWonka:Itwillbetheendofallkitchensandallcooking.JustalittlestripofWonka's magicchewinggumandthatisallyouwilleverneedatbreakfast,lunchanddinner.Thispiece ofgumhappenstobetomatosoup,roastbeefandblueberrypie. GrandpaJoe:Itsoundsgreat. Veruca:Itsoundsweird. Violet:Itsoundslikemykindagum. WillyWonka:I,I'dratheryoudidn't.There'sstilloneortwothingthatare... Violet:I'mtheworldrecordholderinchewinggum.I'mnotafraidofanything. MrsBeauregarde:Howisit,honey? Violet:It'samazing!Tomatosoup.Icanfeelitrunningdownmythroat. WillyWonka:Yeah.Spititout. GrandpaJoe:Younglady,Ithinkyou'dbetter... Violet:It'schanging.Roastbeefwithbakedpotato.Crispyskinandbutter. MrsBeauregarde:Keepchewing,kiddo.Mylittlegirl'sgonnabethefirstpersonintheworld tohaveachewinggummeal. WillyWonka:Yeah.I'mjustalittleconcernedaboutthe... Violet:Blueberrypieandicecream. WillyWonka:Thatpart. Veruca:What'shappeningtohernose? MrSalt:It'sturningblue. MrsBeauregarde:Yourwholenosehasgonepurple. Violet:Whatdoyoumean? MrsBeauregarde:Violet,you'returningviolet.What'shappening? WillyWonka:Well,ItoldyouIhadn'tquitegotitright.'Causeitgoesalittlefunnywhenit getstothedesert.It'stheblueberrypiethatdoesit.I'mterriblysorry.

Violet:Mother?What'shappeningtome? GrandpaJoe:She'sswellingup. Charlie:Likeablueberry. WillyWonka:I'vetriediton,like,twentyOompaLoompas,andeachoneendedupasa blueberry.It'sjustweird. Mrs Beauregarde: But I can't have a blueberry as a daughter. How is she supposed to compete? Veruca:Youcouldputherinacountyfair. OompaLoompasSing: Yeah,yeah,Yeah,Listenclose,andlistenhard,TothetaleofViolet Beauregarde,Thisgentlegirl,She seesnowrong,Inchewing,chewing,chewing,chewing, Chewing,chewingalldaylong,Chewing,chewingalldaylong,Chewing,chewingalldaylong, Chewing,chewingalldaylong.Yeah.Shegoesonchewingtill,atlast,Herchewingmuscles growsovast,Andfromherface,Hergiantchin,Sticksoutlikeaviolin,Chewing,chewingall daylong,Chewing,chewingalldaylong,Chewing,chewingalldaylong.Foryearsandyears shechewsaway,Herjawsgetstrongereveryday,Andwithonegreattremendouschew,They bite the poor girl's tongue in two, And that is why we try so hard, To save Miss Violet Beauregarde, Chewing, chewing all day long, Chewing, chewing all day long, Chewing, chewing,chewing,chewing,Chewing,chewingalldaylong,Chewing,chewingalldaylong, Chewing,chewingalldaylong,Chewing,chewingalldaylong. Violet:MrWonka! WillyWonka:IwantyoutorollMissBeauregardeintotheboatandtakeheralongtothe juicingroomatonce,okay? MrsBeauregarde:Thejuicingroom?Whataretheygonnadotoherthere? WillyWonka:They'regonnasqueezeher.Likealittlepimple.Wegottasqueezeallthatjuice outofherimmediately. Violet:Mother,helpme.Please. WillyWonka:Comeon.Let'sboogie.Withouttheboat,we'llhavetomovedoubletimejustto keeponschedule.There'sfartoomuchtosee. Charlie:MrWonka? WillyWonka:Yeah? Charlie:Whydidyoudecidetoletpeoplein? WillyWonka:Well,sotheycouldseethefactory,ofcourse. Charlie:Butwhynow?Andwhyonlyfive?

Mike:What'sthespecialprize,andwhogetsit? WillyWonka:Thebestkindofprizeisasurprise. Veruca:WillVioletalwaysbeablueberry? WillyWonka:No.Maybe.Idon'tknow.Butthat'swhatyougetfromchewinggumallday.It's justdisgusting. Mike:Ifyouhategumsomuch,whydoyoumakeit? WillyWonka:Onceagain,youreallyshouldn'tmumble.'Cosit'skindastartingtobumme out. Charlie:Canyourememberthefirstcandyyoueverate? WillyWonka:No. Narrator:Infact,WillyWonkadidrememberthefirstcandyheeverate. WillyWonka:I'msorry,Iwashavingaflashback. MrSalt:Isee. MrTeavee:Theseflashbackshappenoften? WillyWonka:Increasingly...today.

Day6
MrSalt:Ah,thisisaroomIknowallabout.Foryousee,MrWonka,I,myself,aminthenut business.AreyouusingtheHavermaxfourthousandtodoyoursorting? WillyWonka:No.You'rereallyweird. Veruca:Squirrels. WillyWonka:Yeah.Squirrels.Thesesquirrelsarespeciallytrainedtogetthenutsoutof shells. MrSalt:Youusesquirrels?WhynotuseOompaLoompas? WillyWonka:Becauseonlysquirrelscangetthewholewalnutoutalmosteverysingletime. Youseehowtheytapeachonewiththeirlittleknucklestomakesureit'snotbad?Oh,look. Look.Ithinkthatone'sgotabadnut. Veruca:Daddy,Iwantasquirrel.Getmeoneofthosesquirrels.Iwantone. MrSalt:Veruca,dear,youhavemanymarvelouspets.

Veruca:AllI'vegotathomeisoneponyandtwodogsandfourcatsandsixrabbitsandtwo parakeetsandthreecanariesandagreenparrotandaturtleandasillyoldhamster.Iwanta squirrel! MrSalt:Allright,pet.Daddywillgetyouasquirreljustassoonashepossiblycan. Veruca:ButIdon'twantanyoldsquirrel,Iwantatrainedsquirrel. MrSalt:Verywell.MrWonka,howmuchdoyouwantforoneofthesesquirrels?Nameyour price. WillyWonka:Oh,they'renotforsale.Shecan'thaveone. Veruca:Daddy. WillyWonka:(ImpersonatesMrSalt)I'msorry,darling.MrWonka'sbeingunreasonable. Veruca:Ifyouwon'tgetmeasquirrel,I'llgetonemyself. MrSalt:Veruca. WillyWonka:Littlegirl? MrSalt:Veruca,comebackhereatonce.Veruca. WillyWonka:Littlegirl?Don'ttouchthatsquirrel'snuts.It'llmakehimcrazy. Veruca:I'llhaveyou. MrSalt:Veruca.Veruca.Veruca! WillyWonka:Let'sfindthekey.Nope.Notthatone. Veruca:Daddy! MrSalt:Veruca! WillyWonka:No.Thereitis.Thereitisn't. Veruca:Daddy,Iwantthemtostop. Charlie:Whataretheydoing? WillyWonka:They'retestingtoseeifshe'sabadnut.Oh,mygoodness.Sheisabednutafter all. MrSalt:Veruca! Veruca:Daddy! MrSalt:Wherearetheytakingher?

WillyWonka:Wherealltheotherbadnutsgo.Tothegarbagechute. MrSalt:Wheredoesthechutego? WillyWonka:Totheincinerator.Butdon'tworry.WeonlylightitonTuesdays. Mike:TodayisTuesday. WillyWonka:Well,there'salwaysthechancetheydecidednottolightittoday.Now,shemay bestuckinthechutejustbelowthetop.Ifthat'sthecase,allyouhavetodoisjustreachinand pullherout.Okay? OompaLoompasSing: VerucaSaltthelittlebrute,Hasjustgonedownthegarbagechute, Andshewillmeet,asshedescends,Aratherdifferentsetoffriends,Aratherdifferentsetof friends,Aratherdifferentsetoffriends,afishhead,forexample,cut,Thismorningfroma halibut,Anoysterfromanoysterstew,Asteakthatnooneelsewouldchew,Andlotsofother thingsaswell,Eachwithitsratherhorridsmell,Horridsmell,TheseareVeruca'snewfound friends,Thatshewillmeetasshedescends,TheseareVeruca'snewfoundfriends.Whowent andspoiledher,whoindeed?Whopanderedtohereveryneed?Whoturnedherintosucha brat?Whoaretheculprits?Whodidthat?Theguiltyones,nowthisissad,AredearoldMum andlovingDad. WillyWonka:Oh,really?Oh,good.I'vejustbeeninformedthattheincinerator'sbroken.So thereshouldbeaboutthreeweeksofrottengarbagetobreaktheirfall. MrTeavee:Well,that'sgoodnews. Willy Wonka:Yeah.Well,let's keep on trucking. I don'tknow why I didn't think of this earlier.Theelevator'sbyfarthemostefficientwaytogetaroundthefactory. Mike:Therecan'tbethismanyfloors. WillyWonka:Howdoyouknow,MrSmartyPants?Andthisisn'tjustanordinaryupand downelevator,bytheway.Thiselevatorcangosideways,longways,slantways,andanyother waysyoucanthinkof.Youjustpressanybuttonand,whoosh,you'reoff.Oh,look.Look. Ladiesandgentlemen,welcometofudgemountain.Oh...I'drathernottalkaboutthisone. Thisisthepuppethospitalandburncentre.It'srelativelynew.Ah,theadministrationoffices. Hello,Doris. Mike:Whyiseverythingherecompletelypointless? Charlie:Candydoesn'thavetohaveapoint.That'swhyit'scandy. Mike:It'sstupid. WilburWonka:Candyisawasteoftime.Nosonofmineisgoingtobeachocolatier. YoungWillie:ThenI'llrunaway.ToSwitzerland.Bavaria.Thecandycapitalsoftheworld. WilburWonka:Goahead.ButIwon'tbeherewhenyoucomeback.

Guard:Sorry,son.We'reclosingforthenight. Mike:Iwannapickaroom. WillieWonka:Goahead.Here.Puttheseonquick,anddon'ttakethemoffwhateveryoudo. Thislightcouldburnyoureyeballsrightoutofyourskulls.Andwecertainlydon'twantthat, now,dowe?Thisisthetestingroomformyverylatestandgreatestinvention:Television Chocolate.Onedayitoccurredtome...Hey,iftelevisioncanbreakupaphotographinto millionsandmillionsoftinylittlepiecesandsenditwhizzingthroughtheair,thenreassemble itontheotherend...Whycan'tIdothesamethingwithchocolate?Whycan'tI,sendareal barofchocolatethroughthetelevision,allreadytobeeaten? OprahWinfrey(TV):I'mnotgonnatouchit.I'mnotgoinginthatdirection. MrTeavee:Soundsimpossible. Mike: It is impossible. You don't understand anything about science. First off, there's a differencebetweenwavesandparticles.Duh!Second,theamountofpoweritwouldtaketo convertenergyinmatterwouldbelikenineatomicbombs. WillieWonka:Mumbler!Seriously,Icannotunderstandasinglewordyou'resaying.Okey dokey.Ishallnowsendabarofchocolatefromoneendoftheroom...totheother,by television.Bringinthechocolate!It'sgottaberealbig,'cosyouknowhowonTVyoucanfilm aregularsizeman,andhecomesoutlookingthistall?Samebasicprinciple. Charlie:It'sgone! WillieWonka:Toldyou.Now,thatbarofchocolateisnowrushingthroughtheairaboveour headsinamilliontinylittlepieces.Comeoverhere.Comeon.Comeon.Comeon!Watchthe screen.Hereitcomes.Oh,look.Takeit.

Day7
Mike:It'sjustapictureonascreen. WillieWonka:Scaredycat.Youtakeit.Goon.Justreachoutandgrabit.Goon. GrandpaJoe:Holybuckets. WillieWonka:Eatit.Goon.It'llbedelicious.It'sthesamebar.It'sjustgottenalittlesmaller onthejourney,that'sall. Charlie:It'sgreat. GrandpaJoe:It'samiracle. WillieWonka:Soimagine,ah,you'resittingathomewatchingtelevisionandsuddenlya commercialwillflashontothescreen,andavoicewillsay,"Wonka'schocolatesarethebestin theworld.Ifyoudon'tbelieveus,tryoneforyourself."Andyousimplyreachout...andtake

it.Howaboutthat? MrTeavee:Socanyousendotherthings?Say,like,breakfastcereal? WillieWonka:Doyouhaveanyideawhatbreakfastcereal'smadeof?It'sthoselittlecurly woodenshavingsyoufindinpencilsharpeners. Charlie:Butcouldyousenditbytelevisionifyouwantedto? WillieWonka:OfcourseIcould. Mike:Whataboutpeople? WillieWonka:Well,whywouldIwanttosendaperson?Theydon'ttasteverygoodatall. Mike: Don't you realise what you've invented? It's a teleporter. It's the most important inventioninthehistoryoftheworld.Andallyouthinkaboutischocolate. MrTeavee:Calmdown,Mike.IthinkMrWonkaknowswhathe'stalkingabout. Mike:No,hedoesn't.Hehasnoidea.Youthinkhe'sagenius,buthe'sanidiot.ButI'mnot. WillieWonka:Hay,littleboy.Don'tpushmybutton. MrTeavee:He'sgone. WillieWonka:Let'sgocheckthetelevision,seewhatweget.Isurehopenopartofhimgets leftbehind. MrTeavee:Whatdoyoumean? WillieWonka:Well,sometimesonlyhalfthelittlepiecesfindtheirwaythrough.Ifyouhadto chooseonlyonehalfofyourson,whichonewoulditbe? MrTeavee:Whatkindofaquestionisthat? WillieWonka:Noneedtosnap.Justaquestion.Tryeverychannel.I'mstartingtofeelalittle anxious. Charlie:Thereheis. MrTeavee:Mike. OompaLoompas Sing: The most important thing, That we've ever learned, The most importantthingwe'velearned,Asfaraschildrenareconcerned,Isnever,neverletthemnear, Thetelevisionset,Orbetterstilljustdon'tinstall,Theidioticthingatall,Never,neverlet them,Never,neverletthem,Never,neverletthem,Never,neverletthem,Itrotsthesensesin thehead,Itkeepsimaginationdead,Itclogsandcluttersupthemind,Itmakesachildsodull andblind,Sodull,sodull,Hecannolongerunderstand,Afairytale,afairyland,Afairyland,a fairyland,Hisbrainbecomesassoftascheese,Histhinkingpowersrustandfreeze,Hecannot think,heonlysees.RegardinglittleMikeTeavee,Weverymuchregretthatwe,Regretthat

we,Shallsimplyhavetowaitandsee,Waitandsee,waitandsee,Waitandsee,waitandsee, waitandsee,Weverymuchregretthatwe,Shallsimplyhavetowaitandsee,Ifwecanget himbackhisheight,Butifwecan't,Itserveshimright. WillyWonka:Ooh,somebodygrabhim. Mike:Helpme.Helpme. WillyWonka:Oh,thankheavens.He'scompletelyunharmed. MrTeavee:Unharmed?Whatareyoutalkingabout? Mike:Justputmebackintheotherway. WillyWonka:Thereisnootherway.It'stelevision,nottelephone.There'squiteadifference. MrTeavee:Andwhatexactlydoyouproposetodoaboutit? WillyWonka:Idon'tknow.Butyoungmenareextremelyspringy.Theystretchlikemad.Ah! Let'sgoputhiminthetaffypuller. MrTeavee:Taffypuller?! WillyWonka:Hey,thatwasmyidea.Boy,ishegonnabeskinny.Yeah.Taffypuller.Iwant youtotakeMrTeaveeandhis...littleboy,uptothetaffypuller,okay?Stretchhimout.Onwith thetour.There'sstillsomuchlefttosee.Now,howmanychildrenareleft? GrandpaJoe:MrWonka,Charlie'stheonlyoneleftnow. WillyWonka:Youmean,you'retheonlyone? Charlie:Yes. WillyWonka:Whathappenedtotheothers?Oh,mydearboy,butthatmean'syou'vewon. Oh,Idocongratulateyou.Ireallydo.I'mabsolutelydelighted.Ihadahunchyouknow,right fromthebeginning.Welldone.Now,wemustn'tdilly,ordally.Becausewehaveanenormous numberofthingstodobeforetheday'sout.Butluckilyforus,wehavethegreatglasselevator tospeedthingsal...Speedthingsalong.Comeon. Charlie:Upandout?Whatkindofroomisthat? WillyWonka:Holdon.Oh,mygoodness.We'regonnaneedtogomuchfaster,otherwisewe'll justneverbreakthrough. Charlie:Breakthroughwhat? WillyWonka:I'vebeenlongingtopressthatbuttonforyears.Well,herewego.Upandout! GrandpaJoe:Butdoyoureallymean...? WillyWonka:Yeah,Ido.

GrandpaJoe:Butit'smadeofglass.It'llsmashintoamillionpieces. MrsGloop:Augustus,please,don'teatyourfingers. Augustus:ButItastesogood. Violet:Look,Mother.I'mmuchmoreflexiblenow. MrsBeauregarde:Yes,butyou'reblue. Veruca:Daddy,Iwantaflyingglasselevator. MrSalt:Veruca,theonlythingyou'regettingtodayisabath,andthat'sfinal. Veruca:ButIwantit. WillyWonka:Wheredoyoulive? Charlie:Rightoverthere.Thatlittlehouse. MrsBucket:Whattimedoyouthinkthey'llbeback? MrBucket:Hardtoknow,dear. GrandmaGeorgina:Ithinkthere'ssomeoneatthedoor. Charlie:Hi,Mom. MrsBucket:Hi. Charlie:Mom.Dad.We'reback. MrBucket:Charlie. MrsBucket:Charlie. MrBucket:Goodness. Charlie:ThisisWillyWonka.Hegaveusaridehome. MrsBucket:Iseethat. WillyWonka:Youmustbetheboy's... MrBucket:Parents? WillyWonka:Yeah.That. GrandpaJoe:HesaysCharlie'swonsomething.

WillyWonka:Notjustsomesomething.Themost'something'somethingofanysomething that'severbeen.I'mgonnagivethislittleboymyentirefactory. GrandpaJoe:Youmustbejoking. WillyWonka:No,really.It'strue.Because,yousee,afewmonthsago,Iwashavingmysemi annualhaircut...andIhadthestrangestrevelation.Inthatonesilverhair,Isawreflectedmy life'swork,myfactory,mybelovedOompaLoompas.WhowouldwatchoverthemafterIwas gone?Irealisedinthatmoment,'ImustfindandHeir'.AndIdid,Charlie.You. Charlie:That'swhyyousentoutthegoldentickets. WillyWonka:Ahha. MrsBucket:WhatareOompaLoompas? WillyWonka:Iinvitedfivechildrentothefactoryandtheonewhowastheleastrotten wouldbethewinner. GrandpaJoe:That'syou,Charlie. WillyWonka:Sowhatdoyousay?Areyoureadytoleaveallthisbehindandcomelivewith meatthefactory? Charlie:Sure.Ofcourse.Imean,it'sallrightifmyfamilycometoo? WillyWonka:Oh,mydearboy,ofcoursetheycan't.Youcan'trunachocolatefactorywitha familyhangingoveryoulikeanold,deadgoose.Nooffence. GrandpaGeorge:Nonetaken,jerk. WillyWonka:Achocolatierhastorunfreeandsolo.Hehastofollowhisdreams.Goshdarn theconsequences.Lookatme.Ihadnofamily,andI'magiantsuccess. Charlie:SoifIgowithyoutothefactory,Iwon'teverseemyfamilyagain? WillyWonka:Yeah.Considerthatabonus. Charlie: Then I'm not going. I wouldn't give up my family for anything. Not for all the chocolateintheworld. WillyWonka:Oh,Isee.That'sweird.There'sothercandytoobesideschocolate. Charlie:I'msorry,MrWonka.I'mstayinghere. WillyWonka:Wow.Well,that'sjust...unexpected...andweird.ButIsuppose,inthatcase, I'lljust...Goodbye,then.Sureyouwon'tchangeyourmind? Charlie:I'msure. WillyWonka:Okay.Bye.

GrandmaGeorgina:Thingsaregoingtogetmuchbetter. Narrator:Andforonce,GrandmaGeorginaknewexactlywhatshewastalkingabout.The nextmorning,Charliehelpedhisparentsfixtheholeintheroof.GrandpaJoespentthewhole dayoutofbed.Hedidn'tfeeltiredatall.Charlie'sfathergotabetterjobatthetoothpaste factory...repairingthemachinethathadreplacedhim.Thingshadneverbeenbetterforthe Bucketfamily.ThesamecouldnotbesaidforWillyWonka. WillyWonka:Ican'tputmyfingeronit.Candy'salwaysbeentheonlythingIwasever certainofandnowI'mjustnotcertainatall.Idon'tknowwhichflavourstomake.Idon't know which ideas to try. I'm secondguessing my self, which is nuts. I've always made whatevercandyIfeltlike,andI...That'sjustit,isn'tit?ImakethecandyIfeellike,butnowI feelterrible,sothecandy'sterrible.You'reverygood.

Day8
WillyWonka:Pityaboutthatchocolatefellow,Wendell,er,Walter. Charlie:WillyWonka. WillyWonka:That'stheone.Sayshereinthepaperhisnewcandiesaren'tsellingverywell. ButIsupposemaybehe'sjustarotteneggwhodeservesit. Charlie:Yep. WillyWonka:Oh,really?Youevermethim? Charlie:Idid.Ithoughthewasgreatatfirst,butthenhedidn'tturnoutsonice.Healsohasa funnyhaircut. WillyWonka:Idonot! Charlie:Whyareyouhere? WillyWonka:Idon'tfeelsohot.Whatmakesyoufeelbetterwhenyoufeelterrible? Charlie:Myfamily. WillyWonka:Euw. Charlie:Whatdoyouhaveagainstmyfamily? WillyWonka:It'snotjustyourfamily.It'sthewholeideaof...Youknow,they'realways tellingyouwhattodo,whatnottodo,andit'snotconducivetoacreativeatmosphere. Charlie:Usuallythey'rejusttryingtoprotectyoubecausetheyloveyou.Ifyoudon'tbelieve me,youshouldask. WillyWonka:Askwho?Myfather?Haha.Noway.Atleast,notbymyself.

Charlie:Youwantmetogowithyou? WillyWonka:Hey.Hey,whatagoodidea.Yeah!Andyouknowwhat?Igottransp...Ihaveto bemorecarefulwhereIparkthisthing.Ithinkwe'vegotthewronghouse. WilburWonka:Doyouhaveanappointment? Charlie:No.Buthe'soverdue. WilburWonka:Open.Now,let'sseewhatthedamageis,shallwe?Heavens.Ihaven'tseen bicuspidslikethesesince...Since...Willy? WillyWonka:Hi,Dad. WilburWonka:Alltheseyears...andyouhaven'tflossed. WillyWonka:Notonce. Narrator:ItwasonthisdaythatWillyWonkarepeatedhisoffertoCharlie,whoacceptedon onecondition. Charlie:Sorrywe'relate.Wewerebrainstorming. GrandpaGeorge:ThoughtIheardthunder. MrBucket:Youstayingfordinner,Willy? WillyWonka:Yes,please. GrandpaJoe:I'llshuffletheplates. GrandmaGeorgina:Yousmelllikepeanuts.Ilovepeanuts. WillyWonka:Oh,thankyou.Yousmelllike...oldpeopleandsoap.Ilikeit. GrandmaJosephine:Elbowsoffthetable,Charlie. WillyWonka:Howdoyoufeelaboutlittleraspberrykites? Charlie:Withlicoriceinsteadofstring. MrsBucket:Boys,nobusinessatthedinnertable. Charlie:Sorry,Mom. WillyWonka:Ithinkyou'reontosomething,though,Charlie. Narrator:Intheend,CharlieBucketwonachocolatefactory.ButWillyWonkagotsomething evenbetter...Afamily.Andonethingwasabsolutelycertain...Lifehadneverbeensweeter.