Charlie And The Chocolate Factory Page #4

(GUNS FIRING)

In the end...

I only had to buy

one candy bar.

And how did it taste?

I don't know.

I hate chocolate.

Well, It's a good thing

you're going to a...

chocolate factory!

You ungrateful little...

(MUFFLED DIALOGUE)

REPORTER:
That question is...

who will be the winner...

of the last gold...?

Dad?

Yes, Charlie?

Why aren't you at work?

Oh, well...

the toothpaste

factory thought...

they'd give me a

bit of time off.

Like summer vacation?

Sure.

Something like that.

NARRATOR:
In fact...

it wasn't like a

vacation at all.

The upswing in candy sales...

had led to a rise

in cavities...

which led to a rise...

in toothpaste sales.

With the extra money,

the factory had decided

to modernize...

eliminating Mr. Bucket's job.

We were barely making

ends meet as it was.

You'll find another job.

Until then, I'll just...

Well, I'll just thin down

the soup a little more.

Don't worry, Mr. Bucket,

our luck will change.

I know it.

GRANDPA JOE:

(WHISPERS) Charlie.

My secret hoard.

You and I...

are going to have

one more fling...

at finding...

that last ticket.

Are you sure you

want to spend...

your money on

that, Grandpa?

Of course I'm sure.

Here.

Run down to the nearest store...

and buy the first...

Wonka candy bar you see.

Bring it straight back...

and we'll open it together.

Such a good boy, really.

Such a good...

CHARLIE:
Grandpa?

(GASPS)

You fell asleep.

Have you got it?

Which end should...

we open first?

Just do it quick...

like a Band-Aid.

Did you see that some

kid in Russia...

found the last

golden ticket?

Yes, it was in the

paper this morning.

MAN:
Good boy.

Come on, George.

Good boy.

One Wonka

Whipple-Scrumptious...

Fudgemallow

Delight, please.

Okay.

Here you go.

The nerve of some people.

I know.

Forging a ticket. Come on.

(MAN CHUCKLING)

It's a golden ticket.

You found Wonka's...

last golden ticket!

In my shop too!

Listen.

I'll buy it from you.

I'll give you $50

and a new bicycle.

Are you crazy?

I'd give him $500...

for that ticket.

You wanna sell

me your ticket

for $500, young man?

That's enough of that!

Leave the kid alone!

Listen.

Don't let anyone have it.

Take it straight home...

you understand?

Thank you.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

CHARLIE:
Mom! Dad!

I found it!

The last golden ticket!

It's mine!

Yippee!

(HUMMING)

Here.

Read it aloud.

Let's hear exactly

what it says.

"Greetings to you...

the lucky finder of

this golden ticket...

from Mr. Willy Wonka."

"I shake you warmly

by the hand.

For now, I invite you...

to come to my factory..."

"and be my guest...

for one whole day."

VIOLET:
"I, Willy

Wonka, will conduct you...

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