Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (my version)

Chapter 8: Mr Wonka

The entire crowd of wide, expectant eyes kept on the slowly opening front entrance door waiting ever so patiently for the man himself to make an appearance. There was nothing but darkness inside, but nevertheless, the lucky children waited with anticipation and increasing glee mentally for the famous chocolatier to come out. Charlie seemed the most anxious of the five as this moment could change his life forever for the better.

Then finally, after what felt like an eternity of tedious and painful waiting, a slender man clad in black garments and wearing a black top hat stepped out of the darkness from within and out onto the snow-covered pavement before the entire crowd. He was walking with a peculiar cane, just casually strolling forwards towards the people before him. Everyone roared and cheered with screams of delight to actually having a long-awaited glimpse of the reclusive, but brilliant confectionary genius known to the entire world as Mr. Willy Wonka!

He was wearing a black top hat, wine-colored frock coat, black dress pants, and highly-polished black shoes. He had purple latex gloves on his hands, and his violet eyes were concealed by round, tinted goggles with purple rims. He was also holding a long cane with a white ball and purple and white stripes on it.

"Welcome, my young children! Welcome to my glorious factory!" He called out to them enthusiastically, then beckoned them forward. "Will you come forward for me, please? And do show me your tickets and lend me a name if you will. Any name will do."

It was the fat, German boy, the winner of the first Golden Ticket, who stepped forward first with his parents, much to the anger of Veruca, with an animated look on his chubby face.

"I'm Augustus Gloop." He greeted.

"Augustus!" chirped Mr. Wonka, shaking his meaty hand up and down. "My dear boy, so good to finally see you! So delighted and charmed to have you with us today! Oh, and these are your parents? Fantastic! Come in! Just past those gates puh-lease."

"My name is Veruca Salt." said Veruca, pompously stepping forward next. "A pleasure to finally meet you."

"My dear Veruca! What a pleasure it is indeed!" Mr. Wonka said, giving her hand a small kiss like a true gentleman, making Veruca smirk with pride. "What a most peculiar name. I always thought a "veruca" was like a wart on the sole of your foot. But I could be wrong. Anyone or anything can be a "veruca". If you and your parents could join the Gloops please?"

Violet was the next child to join hands with Mr. Wonka as she chewed away at her record gum.

"Violet Beauregarde. I play to win." She greeted with her jaw moving as she chewed while speaking.

"Ah, Miss. Beauregarde. I do enjoy a girl with competitive spirit." Mr. Wonka said giving her hand a shake before meeting eyes with her mother. "And you must her mother, are you not?"

"Mrs. Beauregarde." She said seductively with half-lidded eyes and a cutesy smile to win any man over. "And I'm single. That is, if you're interested."

"Madam, if God invented love, why not had he invented the internet?" joked Mr. Wonka before having her and Violet join the others when Mike came up to introduce himself.

"Mike Teavee." The boy greeted.

"Why, Mike, nice to have you here!" Mr. Wonka smiled and shook his hand. "The boy who loves to watch television, am I right? I hear you're into those gorey cowboy shows."

"Oh, yeah." nodded Mike in agreement. "I've always wanted to grow up to use a real gun. I have a whole collection of toy guns back at home."

"Wow. Lucky you." said Mr. Wonka. "Do please join them over there, if you don't mind."