Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005)

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(MUSIC PLAYING)

NARRATOR: 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.

CHARLIE: 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.

NARRATOR: 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.

CHARLIE: 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.

GRANDPA JOE: 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.

(TWEETS)

(LAUGHS)

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.

(GATES OPENING LOUDLY)

GRANDPA JOE: 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.

(LAUGHS)

WONKA: It will have 100 rooms...

and everything will
be made by of...

dark or light chocolate.

GRANDPA JOE: 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.

(LAUGHS)

(YELLS)

Oh!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

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.

(EXCLAIMS)

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.

WONKA: I'm closing my...

chocolate factory...

forever.

I'm sorry.

(GATES CLOSING)

(DOOR THUDS)

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.

MRS. BUCKET: Chair.

Thank you, dear.

Night, Grandpa Joe.

Good night,
Grandma Georgina.

Nothing's impossible,
Charlie.

Good night.

ALL: Night, Charlie.

Sleep well.

NARRATOR:
Indeed, that very night...

the impossible had
already been...

set in motion.

WONKA'S VOICE: 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 candy bars may
be anywhere...

in any shop, in any street,

in any town, in any country...

in the world.

(BUZZING)

(CHILDREN YELLING
INDISTINCTLY)

(MEN CLAMORING INDISTINCTLY)

(CLUCKS)

(SHEEP BLEATING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(WOMEN CLAMORING
INDISTINCTLY)

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.

REPORTER 1: Augustus. This way.

(CAMERA CLICKING
INDISTINCTLY)

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!

REPORTER 2:
Yes, it is good, Augustus.

REPORTER: (ON TV) 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.

REPORTER: 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.

(ALARM BEEPS)

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)

MR. SALT: 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.

Well, gentlemen, I just
hated to see my...

little girl feeling
unhappy like that.

I vowed I would keep
searching until...

I could give her
what she wanted.

MR. SALT: And finally...

I found her a ticket.

Daddy...

I want another pony.

She's even worse than the fat boy.

I don't think that
was really fair.

She didn't find the
ticket herself.

Don't worry about it, Charlie.

That man spoils
his daughter.

And no good ever comes...

from spoiling a
child like that.

Charlie...

Mum and I thought...

maybe you wanna open...

your birthday present...

tonight.

Here you are.

Maybe I should
wait till morning.

Like hell.

Pop.

All together...

we're 381 years old.

We don't wait.

Now, Charlie,

you mustn't feel too
disappointed...

you know, if you
don't get the...

Whatever happens,

you'll still
have the candy.

Ah, well.

That's that.

We'll share it.

Oh, no, Charlie.

Not your birthday present.

It's my candy bar,

and I'll do what
I want with it.

Thank you, darling.

Thank you, Charlie.

Bless you.

All right, let's see who found it.

"The third ticket was found...

by Miss Violet
Beauregarde."

(VIOLET YELLING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING ANGRILLY)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

(VIOLET GRUNTS)
(GROANS)

(KIDS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

These are just some...

of the 263...

trophies and medals...

my Violet has won.

I'm a gum chewer mostly.

but when I heard about
these ticket things...

I laid off the gum...

switched to candy bars.

She's just a driven
young woman.

I don't know where
she gets it.

I'm the Junior World
Champion Gum Chewer.

This piece of gum.

I'm chewing right
at this moment...

I've been working on for...

three months solid.

That's a record.

Of course, I did have...

my share of trophies,

mostly baton.

So it says that one
kid's gonna get this...

special prize.

Better than all the rest.

VIOLET: I don't care who
those other four are.

That kid, it's gonna be me.

Tell them why, Violet.

VIOLET: Because
I'm a winner.

What a beastly girl.

Despicable.

You don't know
what we're talking about.

Dragonflies?

REPORTER: But wait,
this is just in.

The fourth golden ticket...

has been found...

by a boy called...

Mike Teavee.

(g*nshots FIRING FAINTLY)

(g*n FIRING LOUDLY)

(CAMERAS CLICKING
INDISTINCTLY)

All you had to do was...

track the manufacturing
dates...

offset by weather and the...

derivative of the
Nikkei lndex.

A ret*rd could
figure it out.

Most of the time I don't know...

what he's talking about.

You know, kids these days...

what with all
the technology.

(GRUNTING)
Die! Die! Die!

Doesn't seem like they...

stay kids very long.

(g*ns 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...

around the factory
myself..."

"showing you everything
there is to see."

AUGUSTUS: "Afterwards,

when it is time
to leave..."

"you will be escorted home...

by a procession of
large trucks..."

"each one filled
with all the...

chocolate you
could ever eat."

VERUCA: "And remember,

one of you lucky
five children...

will receive an
extra prize..."

"beyond your wildest
imagination."

"Now, here are your
instructions."

MIKE: "On the 1st
of February...

you must come...

to the factory gates
at 10 a.m. sharp."

"You're allowed to
bring one member...

of your family to
look after you."

"Until then,

Willy Wonka."

The 1st of February.

But that's tomorrow.

Then there's not a
moment to lose.

Wash your face...

comb your hair,
scrub your hands...

brush your teeth,
blow your nose.

And get that mud
off your pants.

MRS. BUCKET: 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 ought to go?

Well...

Grandpa Joe seems
to know...

more about it than
we do, and...

Provided, of course,

he feels well enough.

Yippee!

No.

We're not going.

A woman offered me $500...

for the ticket.

I bet someone else
would pay more.

We need the money more
than we need the chocolate.

GEORGE: Young man...

come here.

There's plenty of money out there.

They print more every day.

But this ticket...

there's only
five of them...

in the whole world...

and that's all
there's ever going to be.

Only a dummy would
give this up...

for something as
common as money.

Are you a dummy?

No, sir.

Then get that mud
off your pants.

You've got a
factory to go to.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Daddy, I want to go in.

It's 9:59, sweetheart.

Make time go faster.

Do you think Mr. Wonka
will recognize you?

Hard to say.

It's been years.

Eyes on the prize, Violet.

Eyes on the prize.

(GATES CREAKING RAPIDLY)

WONKA: (ON SPEAKER)
Please enter.

Come...

forward.

Close the gates.

(GATES CREAKING RAPIDLY)

(GATES CLOSING LOUDLY)

Dear visitors...

it is my great pleasure...

to welcome you to...

my humble factory.

And who am I?

Well...

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(PUPPETS LAUGHING
EXCITEDLY)

PUPPETS: (SINGING)
Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka.

The amazing chocolatier

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka.

Everybody give a cheer!
Hooray!

He's modest, clever
and so smart.

He barely can restrain it.

With so much generosity.

There is no way
to contain it!

To contain it To contain,
to contain, to contain!

Hooray!

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka.

He's the one that
you're about to meet

Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka.

He's the genius who
just can't be beat.

The magician and
the chocolate wiz.

The best darn guy
who ever lived

Willy Wonka, here he is!

(PUPPLETS GROANING
INDISTINCTLY)

PUPPETS: (GROANING)
The amazing chocolatier.

(WONKA LAUGHING EXCITEDLY)

Wasn't that just
magnificent?

I was worried it was
getting dodgy in the

middle part, but
then that finale...

(LAUGHING) Wow!

Who are you?

He's Willy Wonka.

Really?

"Good morning, starshine."

"The Earth says hello."

"Dear guests...

greetings."

"Welcome to the factory.

I shake you warmly
by the hand."

"My name is Willy Wonka."

Then shouldn't
you be up there?

I couldn't very well
watch the show...

from up there, now,
could I, little girl?

Mr. Wonka.

I don't know if
you'll remember me...

but I used to work...

here in the factory.

Were you one of
those despicable

spies who tried to steal...

my life's work and
sell it to parasitic,

copycat, candy-making cads?

No, sir.

Then wonderful. Welcome back.

Let's get a move on, kids.

AUGUSTUS: Don't you
want to know our names?

Can't imagine how it would matter.
(DOOR CLOSING)

Come quickly.

Far too much to see.

WONKA: Just drop
your coats anywhere.

(COUGHING)

Mr. Wonka?

Sure is toasty in here.

What?

Oh yeah, I have to
keep it warm in here.

My workers are
used to an...

extremely hot climate.

They just can't
stand the cold.

Who are the workers?

All in good time. Now...

(GASPS)

Mr. Wonka, I'm Violet Beauregarde.

Oh.

I don't care.

Well, you should care.

Because I'm gonna win...

the special prize
at the end.

Well, you do
seem confident,

and confidence is key.

I'm Veruca Salt.

It's very nice to
meet you, sir.

I always thought
a verruca...

was a type of
wart you got...

on the bottom of your foot.

(LAUGHS)

I am Augustus Gloop.

I love your chocolate.

I can see that.

So do I.

I never expected to have...

so much in common.

You.

You're Mike Teavee.

WONKA: You're the little devil
who cracked the system.

And you.

Well, you're just lucky
to be here, aren't you?

And the rest of you
must be their...

(MUMBLING)

Parents.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Moms and dads.

Dad?

Papa?

Okay, then.

Let's move along.

Is it just me or
does Wonka...

seem a few quarters
short of a buck?

I'm sorry, I don't
speak American.

Would you like
some chocolate?

Sure.

Then you should've
brought some.

Let's be friends.

Best friends.

An important room, this.

After all, it is a
chocolate factory.

Then why is the
door so small?

That's to keep
all the great...

big chocolatey
flavor inside.

(LAUGHS)

Now...

do be careful, my
dear children.

Don't lose your heads.

Don't get overexcited.

WONKA: Just keep...

very calm.

It's beautiful.

What?

Oh, yeah, it's very beautiful.

Every drop of the river...

is hot, melted chocolate...

of the finest quality.

The waterfall is most important.

Mixes the chocolate.

Churns it up.

Makes it light and frothy.

And, by the way...

no other factory
in the world...

mixes its chocolate...

by waterfall, my
dear children.

And you can take
that to the bank.

WONKA: People.

Those pipes...

suck up the chocolate...

and carry it away...

all over the factory.

Thousands of
gallons an hour.

Yeah.

And do you like my meadow?

Try some of my grass.

Please have a blade.
Please do.

It's so delectable and...

so darn good-looking.

You can eat the grass?

Of course you can.

Everything...

in this room is eatable.

Even I'm eatable.

But that is called...

cannibalism, my
dear children...

and is, in fact,
frowned upon...

in most societies.

Yeah.

Enjoy.

Go on.

Scoot, scoot.

(GRUNTING RAPIDLY)

(YELLING)

Son.

(GROWLS)

Please.

Dad...

he said, "Enjoy."

(GRUNTS ANGRILLY)

Why hold on to it?

Why not start a new piece?

Because then I wouldn't
be a champion.

I'd be a loser, like you.

(CRUNCHES)

(SPITS)

Daddy, look over there.

VERUCA: What is it?

It's a little person.

VERUCA: Over there,
by the waterfall.

There's two of them.

There's more than two.

Where do they come from?

Who are they?

Are they real people?

Of course they're
real people.

They're Oompa-Loompas.

MR. SALT: Oompa-Loompas?

Imported, direct
from Loompaland.

MR. TEEVEE: There's
no such place.

What?

Mr. Wonka, I teach
high-school...

geography, and I'm
here to tell you...

Well, then you'll
know all about it...

and, oh, what a
terrible country it is.

WONKA: The whole
place is nothing...

but thick jungles...

infested by the
most dangerous...

beasts in the entire world.

Hornswogglers and
snozzwangers...

and those terrible,
wicked whangdoodles.

(BUZZING RAPIDLY)

(INSECT SCREAMS)

I went to Loompaland
looking for...

exotic new flavors
for candy.

Instead...

I found the Oompa-Loompas.

They lived in tree
houses to escape from...

the fierce creatures
who lived below.

The Oompa-Loompas
ate nothing but...

green caterpillars...

which tasted revolting.

The Oompa-Loompas
looked for things...

to mash up with
the caterpillars...

to make them taste better:

Red beetles,

the bark of the
bong-bong tree.

All of them beastly...

but not quite so beastly...

as the caterpillars.

Mmm.

(LAUGHS HAPPILY)

But the food they
longed for the most

was the cocoa bean.

(LAUGHS)

An Oompa-Loompa was
lucky if he found...

three or four cocoa
beans a year.

But, oh, how they craved them.

All they'd ever think about...

was cocoa beans.

The cocoa bean is the...

thing from which...

chocolate is made...

so I told the chief:

(EXCLAIMING)
(IMITATES FARTING)

They are such wonderful workers.

I feel I must
warn you, though,

they are rather
mischievous.

Always making jokes.
(LAUGHS)

Augustus, my child...

that is not a good
thing you do!

Hey, little boy.

My chocolate must
be untouched...

by human hands.

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

He'll drown.

He can't swim.

Save him!

Augustus! No!

MRS. GLOOP: Augustus!

Augustus, watch out!

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

(EXCLAIMS)

(GASPS)

There he goes.

(SCREAMING)

Call the fire brigade!

It's a wonder how
that pipe is big enough.

CHARLIE: It isn't big enough.

He's slowing down.

He's gonna stick.

(SCREAMING)

I think he has.

(GRUNTING)

He's blocked the whole pipe.

Look. The Oompa-Loompas.

Back off, you little freaks!

What are they doing?

They're going to treat
us to a little song.

It is quite a
special occasion.

Of course, they
haven't had a

fresh audience
in many a moon.

ALL: ♪ Augustus Gloop,
Augustus Gloop. ♪

♪ The great big, greedy nincompoop ♪

♪ Augustus Gloop, so big and vile ♪
♪ So greedy, foul and infantile. ♪

♪ "Come on!" we cried ♪
♪ "The time is ripe." ♪

♪ "To send him sh**ting up the pipe!" ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 1: ♪ But don't,
dear children, be alarmed. ♪

ALL: ♪ Augustus Gloop
will not be harmed ♪

♪ Augustus Gloop will
not be harmed. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 2: ♪ Although,
of course, we must admit. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 3: ♪ He will
be altered quite a bit. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 4: ♪ Slowly,
wheels go round and round. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 5: ♪ And cogs
begin to grind and pound. ♪

ALL: ♪ We'll boil him
for a minute more. ♪

♪ Until we're absolutely sure. ♪

♪ Then out he comes,
by God, by grace. ♪

♪ A miracle has taken place. ♪

♪ This greedy brute,
this louse's ear. ♪

♪ Is loved by people everywhere. ♪

♪ For who could hate
or bear a grudge. ♪

♪ Against a luscious
bit of fudge? ♪

(YELLING)

Bravo! Well done!

Aren't they delightful?

Aren't they charming?

I don't say, that all seemed
rather rehearsed.

Like they knew it
was gonna happen.

Oh, poppycock.

Where is my son?

Where does that pipe go to?

That pipe...

it just so happens to lead...

directly to the room...

where I make delicious...

strawberry-flavored,

chocolate-coated fudge.

He will be made into...

strawberry-flavored,

chocolate-coated fudge.

They'll be selling him by...

the pound all
over the world?

No. I wouldn't allow it.

The taste would
be terrible.

Can you imagine
Augustus-flavored,

chocolate-coated Gloop?

Ew.

No one would buy it.

(EXCLAIMS)

I want you to take Mrs.
Gloop...

up to the Fudge Room.

Okay?

Help her find her son.

Take a long stick and...

start poking around...

in the big chocolate-mixing
barrel.

Okay?

(MRS. GLOOP GRUNTING SADLY)

Mr. Wonka?

Huh?

Why would Augustus'
name already...

be in the Oompa-Loompa
song, unless...?

Improvisation is
a parlor trick.

Anyone can do it.

You, little girl. Say something.

WONKA: Anything.

Chewing gum.

(RECITES) Chewing
gum is really gross

Chewing gum, I
hate the most.

See? Exactly the same.

No, it isn't.

Uh, you really
shouldn't mumble.

Because I can't understand
a word you're saying.

Now, on with the tour.

Are the Oompa-Loompas
really joking, Grandpa?

Of course they're joking.

That boy will be fine.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

What's so funny?

I think it's from all those...

doggone cocoa beans.

Hey, by the way,
did you guys know...

that chocolate
contains a property...

that triggers the
release of endorphins?

Gives one the feeling
of being in love.

You don't say.

All aboard.
(LAUGHS)

Onward!

WONKA: Here.

Try some of this.
It'll do you good.

You look starved to death.

It's great!

That's because it's
mixed by waterfall.

The waterfall is
most important.

Mixes the chocolate,
churns it up,

makes it light and frothy.

By the way, no other
factory in the world...

You already said that.

You're all quite
short, aren't you?

Well, yeah.
We're children.

Well, that's no excuse.

I was never as
short as you.

You were once.

Was not. Know why?

Because I distinctly
remember...

putting a hat on
top of my head.

Look at your short,
little arms.

You could never reach.

(CHUCKLES)

Do you even remember
what it was like being a kid?

Oh, boy, do I.

Do I?

NARRATOR: In fact,
Willy Wonka...

hadn't thought about...

his childhood for years.

KIDS: Trick or treat!

Trick or treat!

ALL: Trick or treat!

(LAUGHING EXCITEDLY)

Who do we have here?

Ruthie, Veronica,

Terrance.

And who's that under the sheet?

Little Willy Wonka.

(LAUGHING SOFTLY)

NARRATOR: Willy
Wonka was the son

of the city's most
famous dentist...

Wilbur Wonka.

Now...

let's see what
the damage is...

this year, shall we?

Caramels.

They'd get stuck in your braces,
wouldn't they?

Lollipops.

Ought to be called

"cavities on a stick."

Then we have all this...

All this...

chocolate.

You know, just last week,

I was reading in a very
important medical journal...

that some children...

are allergic to...

chocolate.

Makes their noses...

itch.

Maybe I'm not allergic.

I could try a piece.

Really?

But why take a chance?

CHARLIE: Mr. Wonka?

Mr. Wonka!

We're headed for a tunnel.

Oh, yeah.

Uh, full speed ahead.

How can they see
where they're going?

They can't.

WONKA: There's no knowing
where they're going.

Switch on the lights!

People, keep an eye out.

We're passing some
very important rooms here.

What do you use
hair cream for?

To lock in moisture.

(MOOING)

Whipped cream.

Precisely. (LAUGHS)

That doesn't make sense.

For your information,
little girl...

whipped cream isn't
whipped cream at all...

unless it's been
whipped with whips.

Everybody knows that.

Stop the boat.

I wanna show you
guys something.

Now, this is the most
important room...

in the entire factory.

Now, everyone,
enjoy yourselves,

but just don't
touch anything.

Okay? Go on.

Go on, scoot.

Hey, Mr. Wonka,
what's this?

Oh!

Let me show you.

Thank you.

These are Everlasting
Gobstoppers.

They're for children
who are given

very little allowance mind.

You can suck on
it all year,

and it'll never
get any smaller.

(LAUGHS)
Isn't that neat?

It's like gum.

No.

Gum is for chewing.

If you tried chewing one
of these Gobstoppers...

you'd break all
your little teeth off.

But they sure do
taste terrific.

And this is Hair Toffee.

You suck down one of
these little boogers...

and in exactly half an hour...

a brand-new crop
of hair will grow out...

over the top of
your little noggin.

And a mustache. And a beard.

Who wants a beard?

Well...

beatniks, for one.

Folk singers and
motorbike riders.

You know, all
those hip, jazzy,

super-cool, neat,
keen and groovy cats.

It's in the
fridge, daddy-o.

Are you hep to the jive?

Can you dig what
I'm laying down?

I knew you could.

Slide me some skin, soul brother.

Unfortunately, the
mixture isn't right yet.

Because an Oompa-Loompa...

tried some yesterday,
and, well, he...

How are you today?

You look great.

Watch this.

(ALARM BLARING)

You mean that's it?

Do you even know
what "it" is?

It's gum.

Yeah.

It's a stick of the
most amazing and

sensational gum in
the whole universe.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Know why? Know why?

Because this gum is a full
three-course dinner all by itself.

(LAUGHS)

Why would anyone want that?

"It will be the end
of all kitchens

and all cooking."

"Just a little strip
of Wonka's magic

chewing gum and that
is all you will..."

"ever need at breakfast,
lunch and dinner."

"This piece of gum
happens to be...

tomato soup, roast beef...

and blueberry pie."

It sounds great.

It sounds weird.

It sounds like
my kind of gum.

I'd rather you didn't.

There are still some
things that are...

I'm the world-record
holder in chewing gum.

I'm not afraid of anything.

How is it, honey?

It's amazing!

Tomato soup. I can feel it...

running down my throat.

Yeah. Spit it out.

Young lady, I think
you'd better...

It's changing.

Roast beef, with baked potato.

VIOLET: Crispy skin and butter.

Keep chewing kiddo.

My little girl's gonna
be the first person in the world

to have a chewing-gum meal.

Yeah. I'm just a little concerned
about the...

Blueberry pie and ice cream!

That part.

What's happening to her nose?

It's turning blue.

Your whole nose
has gone purple.

(STAMMERS)
What do you mean?

Violet, you're turning violet!

What's happening?

Well, I told you I hadn't
quite got it right.

Because it goes a little funny
when it gets to the dessert.

If the blueberry
pie that does it.

I'm terribly sorry.

(GRUNTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

VIOLET: Mother?

What's happening to me?

(GURLING)

(GASPS QUIETLY)

(VIOLET GROANING HEAVILY)

She's swelling up.

Like a blueberry.

(GURLING CONTINUES)

(VIOLET WHIMPERING)

I've tried it on, like,
20 Oompa-Loompas,

and each one ended
up as a blueberry.

It's just weird.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

But I can't have a
blueberry as a daughter!

How is she supposed
to compete?

You could put her
in a county fair.

(LAUGHS EXCITEDLY)

(ALARM BLARES NOTE)

(TICKING IN RHYTHM)

ALL: ♪ Yeah, yeah. ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

♪ Listen close, and listen hard. ♪

♪ To the tale of ♪ ♪
Violet Beauregarde. ♪

♪ This gentle girl ♪ ♪
She sees no wrong. ♪

♪ In chewing, chewing, ♪
♪ chewing, chewing. ♪

♪ Chewing, chewing all day long. ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

(VIOLET YELLING)

♪ She goes on chewing
♪ ♪ till, at last. ♪

♪ Her chewing muscles
♪ ♪ grow so vast. ♪

♪ And from her face ♪
♪ Her giant chin. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 1: ♪ Sticks
out just like a violin. ♪

ALL: ♪ Chewing, chewing
all day long. ♪

♪ Chewing, chewing all day long. ♪

(VIOLET GROANING)

♪ For years and years
she chews away. ♪

♪ Her jaws get stronger every day.
♪ (VIOLET SCREAMING)

♪ And with one great,
tremendous chew. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 2: ♪ They bite the
poor girl's tongue in two. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 3: ♪ And that
is why we try so hard. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 4: ♪ To save
Miss Violet Beauregarde. ♪

ALL: ♪ Chewing, chewing
all day long. ♪

♪ Chewing, chewing all day long. ♪

♪ Chewing, chewing,
chewing, chewing. ♪

♪ Chewing, chewing all day long.
♪ (VIOLET YELLS)

VIOLET: Mr. Wonka!

I want you to roll...

Miss Beauregarde
into the boat...

and take her along
to the Juicing Room...

at once, okay?

Juicing Room?

What are they gonna
do to her there?

They're gonna squeeze her.

Like a little pimple.

We gotta squeeze all that
juice out of her immediately.

(SOBS QUIETLY)

VIOLET: Mother, help me!

Please!

(MRS. BEAUREGARDE GRUNTING)

Come on.

Let's boogie.

WONKA: Without the boat,

we'll have to move double-time
to keep on schedule.

And there's too
much to see.

Mr. Wonka?
Yeah?

Why did you decide
to let people in?

So they could see the
factory, of course.

But why now? And
why only five?

What's the special prize,
and who gets it?

The best kind of
prize is a surprise.

(LAUGHS HAPPILY)

Will Violet always be a blueberry?

No. Maybe.

I don't know.

That's what you get from
chewing gum all day.

It's just disgusting.

If you hate gum so much,
why do you make it?

Once again, you
shouldn't mumble.

It's starting
to bum me out.

Can you remember the first
candy you ever ate?

No.

NARRATOR: In fact, Willy
Wonka did remember...

the first candy
he ever ate.

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm sorry, I was having a flashback.

I see.

These flashbacks happen often?

Increasingly...

today.

(CHUCKLES)

MR. SALT: Ah, this is a
room I know all about.

For you see, Mr. Wonka,

I, myself, am in
the nut business.

Are you using the...

Havermax 4000 to
do your sorting?

No. (LAUGHING)

You're really weird.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SQUIRRELS CHITTERING RAPIDLY)

Squirrels!

Yeah. Squirrels.

These squirrels are
specially trained..

To get the nuts
out of shells.

Why use squirrels?

Why not use
Oompa-Loompas?

Because only squirrels
can get the...

whole walnut out almost
every single time.

WONKA: See how they tap them
with their knuckles...

to make sure it's not bad?

Oh, look. Look.

I think that one's
got a bad nut.

Daddy, I want a squirrel.

Get me one of
those squirrels.

I want one.

Veruca, dear, you have...

many marvelous pets.

All I've got at
home is one pony...

and two dogs and four
cats and six rabbits...

and two parakeets
and three canaries...

and a green parrot
and a turtle...

and a silly old hamster.

I want a squirrel!

All right, pet.

Daddy will get
you a squirrel...

as soon as he possibly can.

But I don't want
any old squirrel,

I want a trained squirrel.

Very well.

Mr. Wonka!

How much do you want for
one of these squirrels?

Name your price.

Oh, they're not for sale.

She can't have one.

Daddy.

(AS MR. SALT)
I'm sorry, darling.

Mr. Wonka's being
unreasonable.

If you won't get
me a squirrel,

I'll get one myself.

Veruca.

Little girl?

Veruca, come back
here at once.

MR. SALT: Veruca.

WONKA: Little girl?

Don't touch that
squirrel's nuts.

WONKA: It'll make him crazy.

I'll have you.

(SQUEAKING RAPIDLY)
(VERUCA GASPING)

MR. SALT: Veruca!

MR. SALT: Veruca!

(VERUCA SCREAMING)

(VERUCA GROANS)
Veruca!

(GRUNTING)

Let's find the key.

Nope. Not that one.

Daddy!

MR. SALT: Veruca!

No. It's not that one.

(GASPING SCAREDLY)

There it is.

There it isn't.

Daddy, I want them to stop.

(GROANS)

What are they doing?

They're testing to see
if she's a bad nut.

(CHITTERS)

Oh, my goodness.

She is a bad nut after all.

(GASPING)

MR. SALT: Veruca!

VERUCA: Daddy!

Where are they taking her?

Where all the other
bad nuts go.

To the garbage chute.

(VERUCA SCREAMING)

Where does the chute go?

To the incinerator.

But don't worry.
We only light it on Tuesdays.

Today is Tuesday.

There's always
the chance...

they decided not
to light it today.

(VERUCA SCREAMING)

(NAILS CRACKING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)
(EXCLAIMS)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Now, she may be stuck in...

the chute just
below the top.

If that's the case,

all you have to
do is just reach...

in and pull her out.

WONKA: Okay?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(OOMPA-LOOMPAS SINGING)

ALL:
♪ Veruca Salt, the little brute. ♪

♪ Has just gone down the garbage chute. ♪

♪ And she will meet, as she descends. ♪

♪ A rather different set of friends. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA:
♪ A fish head, for example, cut. ♪

ALL:
♪ This morning from a halibut. ♪

♪ An oyster from an oyster stew. ♪

♪ A steak that no one else would chew. ♪

♪ And lots of other things as well. ♪

♪ Each with its rather horrid smell. ♪

♪ Horrid smell. ♪

♪ These are Veruca's newfound friends. ♪

♪ That she will meet as she descends. ♪

♪ These are Veruca's newfound friends. ♪

♪ Who went and spoiled her, who indeed? ♪

♪ Who pandered to her every need? ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 2:
♪ Who turned her into such a brat? ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 3:
♪ Who are the culprits? ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 4:
♪ Who did that? ♪

ALL:
♪ The guilty ones, now this is sad. ♪

♪ Are dear old Mum and loving Dad. ♪

(EXCLAIMS)

(MR. SALT YELLING)

(YELLING CONTINUES)

Oh, really?

Oh, good.

I've just been informed...

that the incinerator's
broken.

So there should be
about three weeks...

of rotten garbage to
break their fall.

Well, that's good news.

Yeah.

Well...

let's keep on trucking.

(DINGS)

WONKA: I don't know why
I didn't think of this earlier.

The elevator's
by far the most...

efficient way to get
around the factory.

There can't be
this many floors.

How do you know, Mr. Smarty-Pants?

This isn't an ordinary...

up-and-down elevator,
by the way.

This elevator can go...

sideways, longways,
slantways...

and any other ways
you can think of.

You just press
any button...

and, whoosh! You're off.

(LAUGHS, GRUNTS)

Oh, look. Look.

Ladies and gentlemen...

welcome to Fudge Mountain.

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh!

I'd rather not talk about this one.

(SHEEP BLEATING)

And this is the
Puppet Hospital...

and Burn Center.

It's relatively new.

(CHUCKLES)

WONKA: Ah, the
administration offices.

Hello, Doris.

(ALL GASPING)

(FIREWORKS CRACKLING)

(g*n FIRING)

(BANGING LOUDLY)

(FIRING CONTINUES)

(m*ssile FIRING)

(CRUMPLING EXPLOSIONS)

Why is everything here...

completely pointless?

Candy doesn't have
to have a point.

That's why it's candy.

MIKE: It's stupid!

(IN MR. WONKA'S VOICE)
Candy is a waste of time.

No son of mine is...

going to be a chocolatier.

Then I'll run away.

To Switzerland.

Bavaria.

The candy capitals of the world.

Go ahead.

But I won't be here
when you come back.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Sorry, son.

We're closing for the night.

(THUNDER CRACKLING)

(CRUMPLING EXPLOSIONS)

I wanna pick a room.

Go ahead.

(DINGS)

Here.

Put these on quick,

and don't take them
off whatever you do.

This light could burn your...

eyeballs right out
of your skulls.

And we certainly
don't want that,

now, do we?

This is the testing room.

For my very latest and
greatest invention:

Television Chocolate.

One day it occurred to me:

Hey!

If television can break
up a photograph...

into millions and
millions of tiny pieces

and send it whizzing
through the air...

then reassemble it
on the other end...

why can't I do the same
with chocolate?

WONKA: Why can't I...

send a real bar
of chocolate...

through the television,

all ready to be eaten?

I'm not gonna touch it.

I'm not going in
that direction.

MR. TEAVEE: Sounds impossible.

MIKE: It is impossible.

You don't understand...

anything about science.

First off, there's
a difference

between waves
and particles.

Duh!

Second, the amount
of power it...

would take to convert
energy in matter...

would be like nine atomic bombs.

Mumbler!

WONKA: Seriously.

I cannot understand a...

single word you're saying.

Okey-dokey.

I shall now send a
bar of chocolate

from one end of the room...

to the other...

by television.

Bring in the chocolate!

(FANFARE MUSIC PLAYING)

It's gotta be real big...

because you know
how on TV...

you can film a
regular-size man,

and he comes out
looking this tall?

Same basic principle.

(THUDS)

It's gone.

Told you.

That chocolate
is now rushing...

through the air
above our heads...

in a million
tiny little pieces.

Come over here.

Come on. Come on.
Come on!

Watch the screen.

Here it comes.

Oh, look.

(MONKEYS SCREECHING)

Take it.

It's just a picture
on a screen.

Scaredy-cat.

You take it.

Go on.

Just reach out and grab it.

(SOFTLY) Go on.

Holy buckets.

Eat it. Go on.

It'll be delicious.

It's the same bar.

It's just gotten a little
smaller on the journey.

That's all.

(TEETH CHATTERING)

It's great.

It's a miracle.

So imagine...

you're sitting at home
watching television...

and suddenly a
commercial will flash...

onto the screen, and
a voice will say:

"Wonka's chocolates...

are the best in the world."

"If you don't believe us,

try one for yourself."

And you simply reach out...

and take it.

How about that?

So can you send
other things?

Say, like, breakfast cereal?

Do you have any idea what
breakfast cereal's made of?

It's those little curly
wooden shavings...

you find in pencil
sharpeners.

But could you send
it by Televison...

if you wanted to?

Of course I could.

What about people?

Well, why would I
wanna send a person?

They don't taste
very good at all.

Don't you realize
what you've invented?

It's a teleporter!

MIKE: It's the most important
invention...

in the history of the world.

And all you think
about is chocolate.

Calm down, Mike.

I think Mr. Wonka knows...

what he's talking about.

No, he doesn't.

He has no idea.

You think he's a genius...

but he's an idiot.

But I'm not.

(OOMPA LOOPA GROANS)
Hey, little boy.

Don't push my button.

(CLICKS)
(THUDDING)

He's gone.

Let's go check the
television, see what we get.

I sure hope no
part of him...

gets left behind.

What do you mean?

Well, sometimes
only half of the...

little pieces find
their way through.

If you had to choose only
one half of your son,

which one would it be?

What kind of a question is that?

No need to snap.

Just a question.

Try every channel.

I'm starting to feel
a little anxious.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

There he is.

Mike.

OOMPA-LOOMPAS (SINGING):
♪ The most important thing. ♪

♪ That we've ever learned. ♪

♪ The most important thing we've learned ♪
♪ As far as children are concerned ♪

♪ ls never, never let them near ♪
♪ The television set. ♪

♪ Or better still just don't install ♪
♪ The idiotic thing at all. ♪

♪ Never, never let them ♪
♪ Never, never let them. ♪

♪ Never, never let them. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 1:
♪ It rots the senses in the head. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 2:
♪ It keeps imagination dead. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 3:
♪ It clogs and clutters up the mind. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 4:
♪ It makes a child so dull and blind. ♪

ALL:
♪ So dull, so dull. ♪

♪ He can no longer
understand ♪

♪ A fairy tale, a fairyland. ♪

♪ A fairyland, a fairyland. ♪

OOMPA-LOOMPA 5:
♪ His brain becomes as soft as cheese. ♪

ALL:
♪ His thinking powers rust and freeze. ♪

♪ He cannot think, he only sees. ♪

♪ Regarding little Mike Teavee. ♪

♪ We very much regret that we. ♪

♪ Regret that we. ♪

♪ Shall simply have to wait and see. ♪

♪ Wait and see, wait and see. ♪

♪ Wait and see, wait and
see, wait and see. ♪

♪ We very much regret that we. ♪

♪ Shall simply have to wait and see. ♪

♪ If we can get him back his height. ♪

♪ But if we can't. ♪

♪ It serves him right. ♪

Ew, somebody grab him.

LITTLE MIKE: Help me!

Help me!

Oh, thank heavens.

He's completely unharmed.

Unharmed?

What are you talking about?

Just put me back...

in the other way!

There is no other way.

It's television, not telephone.

There's quite a difference.

And what exactly do you...

propose to do about it?

I don't know.

But young men are
extremely springy.

They stretch like mad.

(GASPS) Let's go put him
in the taffy puller!

Taffy puller?!

Hey, that was my idea.

Boy, is he gonna be skinny.

WONKA: (SOFTLY) Yeah.

Taffy puller.

I want you to take Mr.
Teavee and his...

little boy up to...

the taffy puller, okay?

Stretch him out.

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

On with the tour.

There's still so
much left to see.

Now...

how many children are left?

Mr. Wonka...

Charlie's the only
one left now.

You mean, you're
the only one?

Yes.

What happened
to the others?

Oh, my dear boy!

That means you've won!

Oh, I do congratulate you. I really do.

I'm absolutely delighted.

I had a hunch right
from the beginning.

Well done.

Now, we mustn't
dilly or dally.

We have an
enormous number...

of things to do
before the day's out.

But luckily for us...

we have the great
glass elevator...

to speed things along-(GROANS)

Speed things along.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Come on.

"Up and Out"?

What kind of room is that?

Hold on.

Oh, my goodness.

We're gonna need to
go much faster...

otherwise we'll just
never break through.

Break through what?

I've been longing
to press...

that button for years.

Well, here we go.

Up and out!

But do you really mean...?

Yeah. I do.

But it's made of glass.

It'll smash into a million pieces.

(LAUGHING EXCITEDLY)
(CHORUS VOCALIZING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Augustus!

Please don't eat
your fingers.

But I taste so good.

Look, Mother.

I'm much more flexible now.

Yes, but you're blue.

Daddy, I want a flying glass elevator.

Veruca, the only
thing you're getting...

today is a bath,
and that's final.

But I want it!

Where do you live?

Right over there.

That little house.

What time do you think
they'll be back?

Hard to know, dear.

(MRS. BUCKET SCREAMS)

I think there's
someone at the door.

Hi, Mom!

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Mom! Dad!

We're back!

MR. BUCKET: Charlie.
MRS. BUCKET: Charlie.

Goodness.

This is Willy Wonka.

He gave us a ride home.

I see that.

You must be the boy's...

Parents?

Yeah. That.

He says Charlie's won something.

Not just some something.

The most "something"
something...

of any something
that's ever been.

I'm gonna give
this little boy...

my entire factory.

You must be joking.

No, really. It's true.

Because you see, a
few months ago,

I was having my
semiannual haircut...

and I had the strangest revelation.

WONKA: In that one silver hair...

I saw reflected
my life's work...

my factory, my
beloved Oompa-Loompas.

Who would watch over
them after I was gone?

I realized in that moment:

I must find a heir.

And I did, Charlie.

You.

That's why you sent out
the golden tickets.

Uh-huh.

(WHISPERS)
What are Oompa-Loompas?

I invited five children...

to the factory...

and the one who
was the least rotten

would be the winner.

That's you, Charlie.

So, what do you say?

Are you ready to leave
all this behind...

and come live with
me at the factory?

Sure. Of course.

I mean, it's all right
if my family come too?

Oh, my dear boy, of
course they can't.

You can't run a chocolate factory...

with a family
hanging over you...

like an old, dead goose.

No offense.

None taken, jerk.

A chocolatier has to
run free and solo.

He has to follow
his dreams.

Gosh darn the consequences.

Look at me.

I had no family,

and I'm a giant success.

So if I go with you
to the factory...

I won't ever see
my family again?

Yeah.

Consider that a bonus.

Then I'm not going.

I wouldn't give up my
family for anything.

Not for all the
chocolate in the world.

Oh, I see.

That's weird.

There's other candy too
besides chocolate.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wonka.

I'm staying here.

Wow.

Well, that's just...

unexpected...

and...

weird.

But I suppose, in that
case, I'll just...

Goodbye, then.

Sure you won't
change your mind?

I'm sure.

Okay.

Bye.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Things are going to
get much better.

NARRATOR: And for once,
Grandma Georgina...

knew exactly what
she was talking about.

The next morning, Charlie helped
his parents fix the hole in the roof.

Grandpa Joe spent the
whole day out of bed.

He didn't feel tired at all.

Charlie's father
got a better job...

at the toothpaste
factory...

repairing the machine...

that had replaced him.

Things had never
been better...

for the Bucket family.

The same could
not be said...

for Willy Wonka.

I can't put my
finger on it.

Candy's the only thing...

I was ever certain of...

and now I'm just not
certain at all.

I don't know which flavors...

to make or which
ideas to try.

I'm second-guessing myself,
which is nuts.

I've always made whatever candy
I felt like, and I...

That's just it, isn't it?

I make the candy I
feel like, but now...

I feel terrible, so
the candy's terrible.

You're very good.

WONKA: Pity about that
chocolate fellow,

Wendell... Walter.

Willy Wonka.

That's the one.

Says here in the paper
his new candies...

aren't selling very well.

But I suppose
maybe he's just...

a rotten egg who
deserves it.

Yep.

WONKA: Oh, really?

You ever met him?

I did.

I thought he was
great at first,

but then he didn't
turn out so nice.

He also has a
funny haircut.

I do not!

Why are you here?

I don't feel so hot.

What makes you feel better
when you feel terrible?

My family.

Ew.

What do you have
against my family?

It's not just your family.

It's the whole idea of...

They tell you what to do,

what not to do...

and it's not conducive...

to a creative atmosphere.

Usually they're just
trying to protect you...

because they love you.

If you don't believe me,
you should ask.

Ask who?

My father?
(CHUCKLES)

No way.

At least, not by myself.

You want me to go with you?

Hey!

Hey, what a good idea!

Yeah!

And you know what?

I've got transport-(GROANS)

(DOGS BARKING FAINTLY)

I have to be more careful...

where I park this thing.

(LAUGHS)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)

I think we've got
the wrong house.

(BUZZER RINGS)

Do you have an appointment?

No. But he's overdue.

Open.

Now.

Let's see what
the damage is...

shall we?

Heavens.

I haven't seen bicuspids...

like these since...

Since...

Willy?

Hi, Dad.

All these years...

and you haven't flossed.

Not once.

NARRATOR: It was on this day...

that Willy Wonka...

repeated his offer
to Charlie...

who accepted
on one condition.

Sorry we're late.

We were brainstorming.

Thought I heard thunder.

You staying for
dinner, Willy?

Yes, please.

I'll shuffle the plates.

You smell like peanuts.

I love peanuts.

Oh, thank you.

You smell like...

old people and soap.

I like it.

(LAUGHING)

Elbows off the table, Charlie.

How do you feel about
little raspberry kites?

With licorice instead of string.

Boys, no business at
the dinner table.

Sorry, Mom.

I think you're on to
something, though, Charlie.

NARRATOR: In the end...

Charlie Bucket...

won a chocolate factory.

But Willy Wonka...

got something even better:

A family.

And one thing was...

absolutely certain...

Life had never
been sweeter.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)