Ivy is Charlie's older sister who loves Chocolate just like her brother. Their lifes wasn't been too great since their family is poor, but one day changes their life, Charlie and Ivy couldn't be anymore happy and lucky for it.
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Boy, was Grandpa George right when he said the first kid to find a golden ticket would be fat. The first kid was named Augustus Gloop from Dusseldorf, Germany. The kid had chocolate smeared all over his face, and judging by his size, Ivy could tell he ate a lot of it.
"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 explained to the reporters.
"Augustus, how did you celebrate?" A reporter asked him.
"I eat more candy." Augustus answered, and immediately pulled out a Wonka bar.
"We knew Augustus would find the golden ticket." Mrs Gloop began talking. "He eats so many candy bars a day that it was not possible for him to not find one."
"Told you it'd be a porker." Grandpa George said, which caused Ivy to snort.
"What a repulsive boy." Grandma Josephine was aghast.
"Only four golden tickets left." Charlie realized.
"Now that they've found one." Grandpa Joe said. "Things will really get crazy." Grandma Georgina lightly nods with a slight smile.
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The next day, the next ticket was found in Buckinghamshire, England by a spoiled brat named Veruca Salt. Ugh, how Ivy hated spoiled children. Ivy and Charlie were always appreciative of what little they had, and never demanded a thing. Unlike this spoiled brat.
"Veruca," A reported said the girl's name. "Can you spell that for us, please?"
"V-E-R-U-C-A. Veruca Salt." Veruca said, flashing a smile.
"Soon as my little Veruca told me she had to have one of these golden tickets, I started buying up all the Wonka bars I could lay my hands on." Mr. Salt shared. "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. Three days went by and we had no luck. Oh, it was terrible. My little Veruca got more and more upset each day. Well, gentlemen, I just hated to see my little girl feeling unhappy like that. I vowed I would keep up the search until I could give her what she wanted. And finally, I found her a ticket."
"She's even worse than the fat boy." Grandpa George commented grumpily.
Ivy sighed, shaking her head as she turned off the tv. She didn't know who was worse. The fat lump, or the spoiled brat. "Thank goodness you're not like either of those children, Charlie." Ivy said to her brother, bringing him into a hug.
"I don't think that was really fair." Charlie said. "She didn't find the ticket herself."
"Don't worry about it, Charlie. That man spoils his daughter." Grandpa Joe adds.
"And no good ever comes from spoiling a child like that." Ivy said.
Mrs Bucket and Mr Bucket came bursting through the door, both of them wearing excited smiles. "Charlie," Mr Bucket began, draping an arm over Mrs Bucket's shoulder. "Your mum and I thought maybe you wanna open your birthday present tonight."
Charlie gave a wide smile. Mr and Mrs Bucket walked over to the bed. Mrs Bucket handed Charlie his present. Everyone leaned in and watched with anticipation as Charlie opened his present, which was a Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight. Charlie stared at the bar and said, "Maybe I should wait until morning."
"Like hell." Grandpa George muttered. But his son heard him. "Pop." Mr Bucket gave him a look.
"All together we're three hundred and eighty one years old." Grandpa Joe said. "We don't wait."
"Now Charlie, you mustn't feel too disappointed." Ivy told him. "If you don't get the ticket, you'll at least still have the chocolate." Charlie then began to carefully and slowly unwrap the chocolate bar. But alas, there was no gold. Only the dark brown of the chocolate.
"Oh, well." Grandpa Joe shrugged. "That's that."
"We'll share it." Charlie decided.
"Oh no, Charlie." Grandpa Joe shook his head. "Not your birthday present."
"It's my candy bar. I'll do what I want with it." Charlie began to break off pieces of the Wonka bar, and he handed a piece to everyone. There was just enough pieces for everyone. She took a small bite out of it, moaning in delight at the taste. She couldn't wait until tomorrow, when she could give Charlie the bar Mrs Mason had given her. And she had enough money in her pocket. She would buy another bar for him. That would give Charlie two more tries for that ticket.
