One Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight, please. The nerve of some people. I know. Forging a ticket, come on! 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 fifty dollars and a new bicycle. Are you crazy? I’ll give him 500 dollars for that ticket. Do you want to sell me your ticket for 500 dollars, young man? That’s enough of that, leave the kid alone! Listen, don’t let anyone have it. Take it straight home. Do you understand? Thank you! Mom! Dad! I found it! The last Golden Ticket! It’s mine! Yippee! Here. Read it out loud. Let’s see 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 do invite you to come to my factory… …and be my guest for one whole day. I, Willy Wonka, will conduct you around the factory myself… …showing you everything there is to see. Afterwards, when it is time to leave, you will be escorted home by a possession of large trucks, each one filled with all the chocolate you could ever eat. And remember: One of you lucky five children will receive an extra prize… …beyond your wildest imagination. Now, here are your instructions: The first of February, you must come to the factory gates at 10am sharp. You’re allowed to bring one family member to look after you. Till then, Willy Wonka. First of February… That’s tomorrow! Then there’s not a moment to lose, Charlie! Wash you face, comb your hair, scrub your hands, brush your teeth, blow your nose! And get that mud off your pants. Now we must all try and keep very calm. First thing that we have to decide is this: Who is going with Charlie to the factory? I will. I’ll take him! You leave it to me. How about you, dear? Don’t you think you want to go? Well, Grandpa Joe seems to know more about it than we do, provided, of course, he feels well enough Yippee! No, we’re not going.