Willy Wonka, Chocolatier Extraordinaire, could hardly believe he was doing this as pushed the button for the Wonka bar wrapping room in the glass elevator. His purple-gloved hands were clutched nervously around five golden tickets, meant for five children, complete strangers, to visit his factory. If all went well, one would become his heir and inherit the factory.

"Why am I doing this?" he asked himself. "This is silly, and not the good kind of silly. Five strange children and their p-p-, grown ups in my factory. Who knew it would be so complicated to find an heir."

It was either this or what his therapist had referred to as the "traditional way." Willy shuddered as he thought of that alternative.

"Ew, gross," he cringed. That is highly unsanitary, he thought to himself. Plus what if I go through all that and end up with a child who doesn't like candy?

Willy paused for a moment then laughed at the thought of a child who didn't like candy. The very idea was absurd. No, he had five options. One of them was bound to be the perfect choice for his heir.

Willy reached the wrapping room and began laying the golden tickets on five chocolate bars. Four he placed at random; mystery was half the fun of a surprise after all. The fifth was placed in a shipment meant for his hometown. He gave this one a light tap for good luck as it was carried off down the conveyer belt.

Five children would find these tickets. One would become his heir. He felt both nervous and excited at this prospect. He just hoped nothing went wrong.