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.
Mrs Bucket was chopping cabbage in the kitchen, Mr Bucket was reading a newspaper and Grandma Josephine, Grandpa George, and Grandma Georgina were lying in bed, as usual. "When do you think they'll be back?" Mrs Bucket asked.
"Hard to know, dear." Mr Bucket answered her.
That's when the glass elevator crashed through the roof and landed right in the house. Mrs Bucket shrieked in surprise. Mr Bucket jumped onto the couch. Grandma Georgina, having just woken up from her nap, said, "I think there's someone at the door."
"Hi mom!" Both Charlie and Ivy waved at Mrs Bucket. Willy waved too, albeit a small and awkward wave.
Mrs Bucket waved back at her two children, and the man that was with them. "Hi."
Grandpa Joe, Ivy and Charlie exited the elevator. They ran over to Mr and Mrs Bucket. "Mom, dad! We're back!" Charlie exclaimed. The five of them shared a group hug.
Willy had finally stepped out of the elevator, and approached the hugging Buckets. "This is Willy Wonka." Ivy introduced, smiling lovingly at the man. Willy looked at Ivy and returned the smile. "He gave us a ride home."
"I see that." Mrs Bucket said, glancing up at the ceiling.
Willy looked between Mr and Mrs Bucket. "You must be Charlie and Ivy's p...p..." He was struggling to say the word.
"Yeah, that."
"He says Charlie's won something." Ivy explained to her parents.
"Not just some something." Willy began. He started looking around in the cupboards. "The most something something of any something that's ever been. I'm gonna give this boy my entire factory." Everyone grew shocked expressions on their faces.
"You must be joking!" Grandpa Joe exclaimed.
Willy began to explain. "No, really. It's true. Because, you see, a few months ago, I was having my semi-annual haircut, and I had the strangest revelation. 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 an heir. And I did, Charlie. You."
"That's why you sent out the golden tickets!" Charlie concluded with glee. "What are Oompa-Loompas?" Mrs Bucket asked in a whisper.
"I invited five children to the factory and the one who was the least rotten would be the winner." Willy opened up one more cupboard, finding Charlie's toothpaste tube cap replica of the chocolate factory.
"That's you, Charlie." Ivy said, giving her brother a hug.
Willy walked up to Charlie and asked, "So, what do you say? Are you ready to leave all this behind and come live with me at the factory?"
"Sure, of course!" Charlie said. Ivy wasn't sure she'd ever seen him smile so brightly. "I mean, it's alright if my family comes too?"
"Oh, my dear boy, of course they can't!" And just like that, everyone's smiles dropped. But it wasn't only Ivy's smile that dropped. She could feel her heart sinking down into her stomach. "You can't run a chocolate factory with a family hanging over you like an old, dead goose." Willy glanced over at the grandparents. "No offence."
"None taken, jerk." Grandpa George replied.
Willy threw him an annoyed glance but ignored the comment all the same. "A chocolatier has to run free and solo. He has to follow his dreams. Gosh darn the consequences." Willy stepped back into the elevator. "Look at me. I had no family, and I'm a giant success."
Ivy's eyes were brimming with tears. She wanted to say something to Willy, but as soon as she opened her mouth, it immediately snapped shut. Charlie grabbed her hand, and gave it a comforting squeeze. "So, if I go with you to the factory, I won't ever see my family again?" He asked.
"Yeah." Willy nodded. "Consider that a bonus."
"Then I'm not going." Charlie decided. "I wouldn't give up my family for anything. Not for all the chocolate in the world."
Willy's smile fell from his face. "Oh, I see. That's weird." He gave one more shot at trying to convince Charlie. "There's other candy too besides chocolate."
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"I'm sorry, Mr Wonka. I'm staying here" Charlie told him sharply.
"Wow." Willy frowned, and his eyebrows furrowed. "Well, that's just...unexpected and weird. But I suppose, in that case, I'll just... goodbye then." He gave a nod and was about to press a button. He looked at Charlie again. "Sure you won't change your mind?"
Charlie nodded. "I'm sure."
And for the first time during that whole discussion, Willy tried meeting Ivy's gaze. "Ivy?" He tried. And then he suddenly felt guilty when he saw her face. How could he say all those things in front of her?
Ivy looked away, wiping the tears from her face. "Just go, Mr Wonka." If Willy wasn't feeling defeated before, he definitely was now. It hurt him to hear Ivy call him Mr Wonka instead of Willy. It broke his heart. He found himself to care deeply for the girl all in the course of one day. Now, she wouldn't even look him in the eye. With a final goodbye, Willy pressed a button, and the elevator flew out of the house.
"Things are going to get much better!" Grandma Georgina chirped optimistically.
Ivy ran upstairs and began to sob in her bed with her face in her pillow. She heard someone come up behind her and hugged her back with their head on her arm. She moved her left hand and patted the person's hand. She knew who it was. "Thank you, Charlie."
"It'll get better, Ivy." Charlie whispered to her.
"Eventually, it will." She whispered back to him. She closed her eyes with Charlie hugging her.
